And my first name is evidently "Insanity"
In between checking and entering and a multitude of other tasks today at work, I've been surfing English grad school websites. I'm trying to compile a (revised) list of places to which I'm going to apply this summer, so I can have somewhere to go when I get back to Austria. Evidently, "long-range planning" is my middle name.
Anyway, the thing that's frustrating me. I'm investigating rather competetive schools, and they won't give me a profile of a successful applicant, damn them. They're all coy, like, "here's what you need to do to apply, but secretly we're never going to let you in—we just want the application fee." I need to know if my GRE score and grades are high enough, or if I need to be Wile E. Coyote, SUPER Genius.
Schools currently under consideration, if you're interested (and want to put your 2¢ in): Berkeley, University of Illinios Urbana-Champaign, Notre Dame, University of Chicago, University of Virginia, Johns Hopkins, Nebraska, Iowa.
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2003
(296)
-
▼
April
(37)
- I will not ever be a journalist, even if it is you...
- You know, according to my English prof, you should...
- Halfway between Never-Never Land and Utopia I fin...
- Finals update I hate everybody and everything in ...
- Things my cat eats that she probably shouldn't: e...
- M4 and I spent an entire vacation crushing my brot...
- Sumer is icumen in—loudly sing cuckoo! Louder, da...
- Red-letter day It's been a good day thus far, and...
- Warning: Rated PG-13 for Language and Innuendo and...
- "We're going to have to remove that frontal lobe b...
- And my first name is evidently "Insanity" In bet...
- I'm just bitter because my chocolate rabbit melted...
- Things that I almost certainly will not read, but ...
- Special headwear optional for fertility rites and ...
- Dear M!: Thanks for not using the spray bottle; ho...
- She was afraid of thunder and she wouldn't eat raw...
- Tonight I had mint chocolate chip ice cream and st...
- Thesis update Rough draft finished. Not kidding a...
- Things that will never, ever happen, list two (fic...
- On letting things go: Man, I hate people who play...
- For T., who should be working on her thesis and no...
- Things that will never, ever happen, list one* Ev...
- I do miss puddle-jumping a great deal Got a phone...
- Beisból has been berry berry good to me: Watched ...
- Things that have made my day (besides the rain): ...
- This is Faubion. He'll be joining us. I've said f...
- Dear Dad: Remember last summer, when I drove home...
- Why can none of my friends get this right? Wary = ...
- Self-inflicted injury doesn't hurt any less, it ju...
- Who knew Santa was good with a wrench? The plumbe...
- Quick grammar note: Please observe. Nauseated: ...
- What a long, strange day it's been I don't have a...
- Vomiting, restlessness, confusion, delirium and po...
- 2,460.34 miles from Santa Monica, California, to J...
- Neopolitan? What's that crap? Things I almost bou...
- From the Starshine school of color selection Hey,...
- Devolution We're briefly back to the green scheme...
-
▼
April
(37)
No comments:
Post a Comment