Time to Share My Feelings
I'm feeling kind of bummed. I called one of the grad schools because their applications are due tomorrow. The first woman I spoke at the actual graduate college said she'd received all my info and proceeded to make it seem like I should hear back very soon. She literally said something to the effect of "tell the English department to send us their decision and we'll send out a letter to you shortly." She then told me to call the woman specifically in charge of creative writing to make sure the English department had all my info.
CW woman wasn't in, so I left a message. I in no way expected her to call me back, so I prepared myself to keep trying. In the mean time, I imagined hearing from this university very soon. Wonders of wonders the woman returned my call. (How awesome is that?! Some of these administrators seriously rock!) On the plus side, she said the university has everything (yeah for cool professor-man getting at least one letter in on time!). On the negative side the woman said I shouldn't expect to hear back until mid-April. MID-APRIL! I'll be insane by then. And this is my safety school we're talking about...I had hoped it'd be one of the first I'd hear from. It supposedly had rolling admissions...in which case I should hear sooner. Bah humbug.
Also contributing to my bummed-out mood is the fact that I have a midterm on Wednesday that I haven't prepared for and don't want to prepare for. Apparently I might need to know the titles and authors of about 1,00,001 poems. That doesn't encourage me. I don't care if that only amount to 9 points on the whole test...with chiclit prof I need all the points I can get. (She's one of those "I'm right...I don't care if you can support a counter-argument" kind of profs)
Furthermore, I REALLY don't want to go to screenwriting tonight. I don't want to deal with the professor. Plus the snow is being pelted down from the sky. Where's the fun in walking through horrible weather conditions to a place you don't want to go? Oh yeah, there is no fun in that. Sigh. But I gots-ta do it...I'm not going to give screenwriting man any excuse to lower my grade.
In less bummed news, I chilled with Britt this morning...and I say chilled because I got no work done. Literally. She read like a good student and I stared at the various walls of Barnes and Noble. I blame chiclit class. Don't these professors realize I'm a creative writing student? I don't have the proper mindset to take tests anymore. I'm all about the writing and editing now. Speaking of which, I have a story due in Ad. Fic class tomorrow. I'm certain it'll be torn to pieces, I'm just hoping the ripping to shreds will be followed by a good grade. Or better yet, I'd be more than willing to wait until after spring break to read mine. I promise I won't change it. Really, I have no problem with waiting to have my heart twisted and pulled from my chest. I'll be fine.
Enough procrastinating...I should study for at least a few minutes before I trek out into the cold uncaring world of snow and screenwriting. Bah humbug, I say. BAAAAAAAAAAH HUMBUG.
CW woman wasn't in, so I left a message. I in no way expected her to call me back, so I prepared myself to keep trying. In the mean time, I imagined hearing from this university very soon. Wonders of wonders the woman returned my call. (How awesome is that?! Some of these administrators seriously rock!) On the plus side, she said the university has everything (yeah for cool professor-man getting at least one letter in on time!). On the negative side the woman said I shouldn't expect to hear back until mid-April. MID-APRIL! I'll be insane by then. And this is my safety school we're talking about...I had hoped it'd be one of the first I'd hear from. It supposedly had rolling admissions...in which case I should hear sooner. Bah humbug.
Also contributing to my bummed-out mood is the fact that I have a midterm on Wednesday that I haven't prepared for and don't want to prepare for. Apparently I might need to know the titles and authors of about 1,00,001 poems. That doesn't encourage me. I don't care if that only amount to 9 points on the whole test...with chiclit prof I need all the points I can get. (She's one of those "I'm right...I don't care if you can support a counter-argument" kind of profs)
Furthermore, I REALLY don't want to go to screenwriting tonight. I don't want to deal with the professor. Plus the snow is being pelted down from the sky. Where's the fun in walking through horrible weather conditions to a place you don't want to go? Oh yeah, there is no fun in that. Sigh. But I gots-ta do it...I'm not going to give screenwriting man any excuse to lower my grade.
In less bummed news, I chilled with Britt this morning...and I say chilled because I got no work done. Literally. She read like a good student and I stared at the various walls of Barnes and Noble. I blame chiclit class. Don't these professors realize I'm a creative writing student? I don't have the proper mindset to take tests anymore. I'm all about the writing and editing now. Speaking of which, I have a story due in Ad. Fic class tomorrow. I'm certain it'll be torn to pieces, I'm just hoping the ripping to shreds will be followed by a good grade. Or better yet, I'd be more than willing to wait until after spring break to read mine. I promise I won't change it. Really, I have no problem with waiting to have my heart twisted and pulled from my chest. I'll be fine.
Enough procrastinating...I should study for at least a few minutes before I trek out into the cold uncaring world of snow and screenwriting. Bah humbug, I say. BAAAAAAAAAAH HUMBUG.
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