I just submitted my graduate application to Penn State!!!!
I’m scared that no school is going to accept my application. I’m scared my student debts. I’m scared that I don’t know how to identify parts of speech. I’m scared that my hard work will be for nothing.
But I’m excited to know!!! Its not the end of the world if I don’t get into Texas, Berkley, Santa Cruz or Chicago and since I’m applying to like 9 other schools, I hope a least one committee will say yes to me.
Right now I feel like I’m paralyzed at the mercy of others.
I’m scared but I’m excited.
Some professors cannot give constructive criticism. Luckily for them I do not mind how they dish it out. I have realized now that everyone’s writing needs improvement. Yet this recent experience with a professor looking over my draft got me thinking about graduate school.
Is the graduate school experience so transformative that people cannot recall how their writing process was before?
I wish I could pull a lord valdemort and store pieces of my pre-grad school soul so I can remember when I examine a students paper:
that a professor should meet students at their level of writing, and help them develop it, instead of telling them what is expected, and provide no help.
Yes! So happy I met great people last summer. So happy they are want to continue to work with me. So far as I know, summer 2014 is going to be awesome.
Maybe, maybe, maybe….I don’t go home after summer’s over. Because that would mean, I got accepted to the program.