I got back today from visiting Michigan, and my feelings at the moment can be summed up in two words: exhaustion and shock. These last few days have gotten crazy again in terms of graduate school-related news. I’ve now been officially accepted at all six of the universities to which I applied, have received financial offers from three of them (Cornell, Virginia, and Michian), and have a financial offer from a fourth, Duke, in the mail. I just got done sending e-mails off to the four professors who have e-mailed me in the past three days. Everyone is interested in hearing a decision sooner rather than later, and, while I understand and sympathize fully with that sentiment, this upcoming week promises to be a nasty one as it contains all of my midterms.
I learned this weekend that Michigan offered admission to about 30 students out of around 380 applicants. That’s an acceptance rate of just under 8%. The very idea that I made it into such a group boggles my mind, and I know that the statistics for several of these other schools probably aren’t all that different. To be honest, that doesn’t make me feel good. If anything, I feel like there must have been a mistake somewhere because I’m certainly not as amazing as this response would seem to indicate.
“Daria. We tell you, over and over, that you’re perfect. And you just. Don’t. Get it. What’s WRONG with you?!”
You! Where are you? I’m even on AIM, gosh darn it!
How many times, dude… you ARE that good!!
Dude, I really am not. I wouldn’t be holding on to magna cum laude by the skin of my teeth if I were.
I’m pretty sure that magna cum laude isn’t supposed to be easy to cling on to; the very fact you’re within striking distance means that you rock. End of argument.
Yes, but clinging to summa cum laude would be far more impressive.
Yes, you are that good. Yes, you are. Shh, yes! You Are!
No, I am not that good. No, I am not. Shh, no! I Am Not!
Shut up. :oP