It's down to the wire with the New School's wait list. The letter I received about the wait list noted that they "expect to keep our wait list active until June 30." Every time the phone rings, I feel like the blood stopped running to my brain (although some might argue that happened a while ago, anyway).
So the constant calls of solicitors is not good for me. Almost every day, I get at least two calls requesting donations for this worthy cause or that excellent organization. Actually, I do not get the calls. I just answer the phone. The caller almost always requests Mr. Husband Last-Name-Pronounced-Like-an-Ethnic-Slur-Against-People-from-An-Eastern-European-Country-With-A-Long-History-of-Anti-Semitism. It's like if I called some named Ms. Count, but asked for Ms. Cunt, then expected her to give me money. Yeesh.
Plus, I discovered that the MFA admissions game is not over even when it technically ends. A few weeks ago, I met a woman who got into the nonfiction MFA program at New School off the wait list. "It was at the very last minute," she told me. Yesterday I emailed her and asked how last minute. "I didn't get in until the first week of September when school had already started, and I guess someone dropped out or didn't show up for first classes," she wrote. Ugh. Now I can be a nervous wreck at intermittent points over the entire summer.
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I so desperately wanted to go to the COlumbia international MPA program. they put me on a wait list. They called me after I had already moved out to LA (end Aug?) to see if I wanted to go. I was tempted, but finally said screw you.
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Hey No Regrets, I didn't know that you planned to attend SIPA as an MIA. I went there in 1998, for the MPA program. Let me assure you that you didn't miss anything.
ReplyDeleteThat's how it was when I was looking for a job. I was waiting for the phone to ring with good news, and somehow UCDavis tracked me down and asked for money. I was like "I need that other phone call first, and then still no because you screwed up 4 years of my life."
ReplyDeleteKinda like that I guess?
yeah, the grad programs i applied to did that to me too.
ReplyDeleteand then i didn't even finish my m.a. derr...
Just so you know, I'm on tenterhooks on your behalf.
ReplyDeleteThat's so sweet, Count, but it seems like it won't be resolved until after I see you at BlogHer. I am so psyched to see you and Zadie!!!!
ReplyDeleteOk, I'll take your word for it! :-) It just took me longer to get where I wanted to go. I actually eventually ended up at the World Bank for a while...
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