Big big news all. I figure I can be a dispersal mechanism seeing as most of the family knows and such.
Mom finished up her six months of chemotherapy. So the doctors all got together and ran the diagnostic tests to see where things stand. From what it looks like, the cancer isn't running amuck. Actually they saw little to no tissue activity. So it looks she is in the clear for now. There is the usual periodic tests and exams and such. But things look great.
We celebrated with rum and coke that evening of the meeting.
Now maybe my life will go back to some normalcy. Maybe.
Suzer is coming to visit this weekend. Might hit up the NB bar scene. That will be interesting. So excited.
I wish this day was over...so I could spend the evening outside.
Goooo 'Cocks!
Yeah. So Thursday night, I finally sat down and made my decision. This whole situation had seriously messed me up the past couple of weeks. Threw my whole body out of whack. Lack of an appetite, not really wanting to do anything, serious stomach issues. Now that it is all done I feel so relieved.
So the big story was that ODU was so...disgusted about my not giving them a decision, that they gave me until Friday to tell them yes or no, or else they were going to retract their offer. Since I don't let anyone get the better hand...I told them no...and that next time if they want a quick decision they should tell people in the acceptance letter when they would like a reply. Dick-weeds.
A good moral in life: Always make friends with the secretary. Because when shit hits the fan...they usually know who to call. So I spoke to the grad secretary at VT- so helpful...she said I'm really sorry, but I haven't seen anything come across my desk for you. So you know what...you do what you want to do.
Final Answer: University of South Carolina to the rescue. I realized this week that they actually wanted an answer by the 31st. I was like schnikeys!! But I sent along an email to the grad director. He sent back a response, and it was so kind...and helpful, and happy that I had chosen to go there. It was like night and day compared to all the shit I've gone through with these schools. I guess I'm relieved.
Beck and I went out Friday night. So good to hang out. Got to meet the new boy. He's nice and sweet. So I approve. I'm happy for her. Yey beck.
Anyways...catch ya on the flip side.
So the big story was that ODU was so...disgusted about my not giving them a decision, that they gave me until Friday to tell them yes or no, or else they were going to retract their offer. Since I don't let anyone get the better hand...I told them no...and that next time if they want a quick decision they should tell people in the acceptance letter when they would like a reply. Dick-weeds.
A good moral in life: Always make friends with the secretary. Because when shit hits the fan...they usually know who to call. So I spoke to the grad secretary at VT- so helpful...she said I'm really sorry, but I haven't seen anything come across my desk for you. So you know what...you do what you want to do.
Final Answer: University of South Carolina to the rescue. I realized this week that they actually wanted an answer by the 31st. I was like schnikeys!! But I sent along an email to the grad director. He sent back a response, and it was so kind...and helpful, and happy that I had chosen to go there. It was like night and day compared to all the shit I've gone through with these schools. I guess I'm relieved.
Beck and I went out Friday night. So good to hang out. Got to meet the new boy. He's nice and sweet. So I approve. I'm happy for her. Yey beck.
Anyways...catch ya on the flip side.
Ummm yeah
So right now I am at Tech...the whole Visitor's Day sh-bang is over and I've been somewhat recounting almost every dumb thing I've done since the start of senior year at Dickinson. I should have taken the subject GRE then. I should have applied to schools then. I would have had a marginally better chance. I knew I liked doing the research...I should have just gone with it no matter how freakin' burned out I felt at the end of that year. I shouldn't have waited 1+ years to do applications.
Oh, Vanderbilt sent a no about a week and a half ago. I know NC State sent out acceptances *it's always good talking to some of the other gals here*, so I must be stuck in the "-uck me over and tell me no on April 10" pile. I was somewhat glad to hear that no one who was here over the weekend had heard from Duke either. But I think I'm certain what answer it is that I will get from them. I thought I heard something last night while wandering around that I was going to get in to Tech...but who knows...more than half the people there were drunk. Yes, the professors very much included. I love *wet* departments.
And you all thought I was somewhat smart. How is that for a kick in the face? I'll just go back to knitting, and teaching people how to multiply negative numbers, cause that is about all I am good for.
On I guess what would be considered a brighter note- I really did like the grad students here. They were very cool. Funniest thing I guess is that I ended up hanging out with this guy John, from Millersville, who knows the guy (Andrew) who gave literally the exact same talk as me at the Student Conference I had to give my billiards presentation (fortunately I went first). Oddly enough, I found out the Andrew is at Rutgers in NB doing graduate work there. Effin' small effin' world. So maybe if emailing occurs I might go say hello to him at some point. Who knows.
I guess maybe I'll go and start writing out some notes and such for my class even though I have no material with me. Or maybe some test questions or something. I'll just sit in the room debating my slim dinner options.
Oh, Vanderbilt sent a no about a week and a half ago. I know NC State sent out acceptances *it's always good talking to some of the other gals here*, so I must be stuck in the "-uck me over and tell me no on April 10" pile. I was somewhat glad to hear that no one who was here over the weekend had heard from Duke either. But I think I'm certain what answer it is that I will get from them. I thought I heard something last night while wandering around that I was going to get in to Tech...but who knows...more than half the people there were drunk. Yes, the professors very much included. I love *wet* departments.
And you all thought I was somewhat smart. How is that for a kick in the face? I'll just go back to knitting, and teaching people how to multiply negative numbers, cause that is about all I am good for.
On I guess what would be considered a brighter note- I really did like the grad students here. They were very cool. Funniest thing I guess is that I ended up hanging out with this guy John, from Millersville, who knows the guy (Andrew) who gave literally the exact same talk as me at the Student Conference I had to give my billiards presentation (fortunately I went first). Oddly enough, I found out the Andrew is at Rutgers in NB doing graduate work there. Effin' small effin' world. So maybe if emailing occurs I might go say hello to him at some point. Who knows.
I guess maybe I'll go and start writing out some notes and such for my class even though I have no material with me. Or maybe some test questions or something. I'll just sit in the room debating my slim dinner options.
Mr. Rogers redeems himself...
Relationships are like dances in which people try to find whatever happens to be the mutual rhythm in their lives.
Yeah, that actually applies right now. Good job Mr. Rogers.
I probably shouldn't share....but one of the ladies I work with...their mom passed away last Friday. I am at a loss for words. It almost starts me traveling down a road...I don't think I can handle right now. Okay...i can't write about it or else I'll just start crying at my desk...for any myriad of reasons.
signing off.
Yeah, that actually applies right now. Good job Mr. Rogers.
I probably shouldn't share....but one of the ladies I work with...their mom passed away last Friday. I am at a loss for words. It almost starts me traveling down a road...I don't think I can handle right now. Okay...i can't write about it or else I'll just start crying at my desk...for any myriad of reasons.
signing off.
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