Apathy.
Right, elections. Having my polling place right across the street is pretty awesome. I voted while I was making dinner.
I am probably a bad person for feeling this way, but while I’m mildly disappointed in all the red I’m seeing, I’m mostly just…meh. I don’t have the emotional energy to care much at the moment. Whatever happens, happens. Humanity is just one big experiment anyway.
Or, you know, it could just be that I’m totally consumed by anxiety by this whole application process. I feel as if my worth as a human being is being measured, and I am being found wanting. Asking for letters of recommendation, oh god. It’s the reason I only applied to one mediocre-but-expensive school last year. I’m glad, though, that I decided to suck it up this year and just ask. (One down, two more to go…)
There’s also another prospective student event to attend on Tuesday, this time at a small private college in a department with 5 faculty members and fewer than 20 grad students. I’ll be having lunch with the department head. Pros: she’ll definitely remember me when she sees my app. Cons: she’ll definitely remember me when she sees my app.
Aaaand I may have erroneously informed my only recommender (so far), who prefers to send hard copies of letters, that she had the option of doing so, when in fact two of the schools require email submissions. Sigh.
Tags: gradschool, nablopomo, neuroses
