People: It's here. There's currently an 8lb. leg of lamb sitting in my fridge. I feel so so sorry for the poor little sheepy who's hobbling around in some pasture missing one of his limbs just so I could cook an Easter dinner for my family that's designed to make me crazy. (And to those of you who are about to interject about there not being a sheep hobbling in a pasture somewhere, all I have to say to you is LA LA LA LA LA CAN'T HEAR YOU!)
Speaking of things that are making me crazy, let's talk for a second about how I haven't heard a peep from Columbia. I was planning to be all cool and collected here in my blog about it, but I have to confess it's driving me up a frickin wall not knowing. I'm supposed to hear by the 15th which is TOMORROW, but so far my mailbox has been disgustingly empty. I know deep down that this is one of those things in life that's supposed to teach me patience, or whatever, but fuck that. I want to know damnit. I also must confess that I am terrified of what that letter might contain. I can't figure out if I am more terrified of being accepted or rejected.
On one hand, it's not a full M.A. program, which a lot of people think that it is and think I am going away for two years. It's just for 4 weeks, and all I'll have after it is a certificate to hang on my wall, some bitching network contacts in the New York publishing world, and oodles of smarts and hands-on training. I don't know if work would let me take a 4 week little sojourn to someplace where I'm making friends with people who will potentially want to give me jobs in tall skyscrapers on publications that are not about office equipment and therefore people might have heard about them. I have a feeling that work would be all, "Well. Nice knowing you. Good luck and we'll hire someone else while you go off and pretend to be Carrie Bradshaw."
On the other hand, it's freaking Columbia, how awesome is that? And to get into this program would be such a feather in my cap, seeing as they only accept 100 students a year.
But then -- they only accept 100 students a year. I'm never getting in, who am I fooling? And I've told everyone about this, so now everyone is expecting me to get in and go there. And what about Prim, and JB, both who took a lot of time to write me reccomendations and cheer me on, what will they think when I fail? Such a let down.
Crap, this entry wasn't supposed to be about this. It was supposed to be about my follies of hosting a holiday dinner for the first time. Sorry for dropping my insane insecurites on you all.
Speaking of things that are making me crazy, let's talk for a second about how I haven't heard a peep from Columbia. I was planning to be all cool and collected here in my blog about it, but I have to confess it's driving me up a frickin wall not knowing. I'm supposed to hear by the 15th which is TOMORROW, but so far my mailbox has been disgustingly empty. I know deep down that this is one of those things in life that's supposed to teach me patience, or whatever, but fuck that. I want to know damnit. I also must confess that I am terrified of what that letter might contain. I can't figure out if I am more terrified of being accepted or rejected.
On one hand, it's not a full M.A. program, which a lot of people think that it is and think I am going away for two years. It's just for 4 weeks, and all I'll have after it is a certificate to hang on my wall, some bitching network contacts in the New York publishing world, and oodles of smarts and hands-on training. I don't know if work would let me take a 4 week little sojourn to someplace where I'm making friends with people who will potentially want to give me jobs in tall skyscrapers on publications that are not about office equipment and therefore people might have heard about them. I have a feeling that work would be all, "Well. Nice knowing you. Good luck and we'll hire someone else while you go off and pretend to be Carrie Bradshaw."
On the other hand, it's freaking Columbia, how awesome is that? And to get into this program would be such a feather in my cap, seeing as they only accept 100 students a year.
But then -- they only accept 100 students a year. I'm never getting in, who am I fooling? And I've told everyone about this, so now everyone is expecting me to get in and go there. And what about Prim, and JB, both who took a lot of time to write me reccomendations and cheer me on, what will they think when I fail? Such a let down.
Crap, this entry wasn't supposed to be about this. It was supposed to be about my follies of hosting a holiday dinner for the first time. Sorry for dropping my insane insecurites on you all.
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