Welp, I got rejected from U.T this morning. I’ve got five more places to hear back from, but as U.T. was the least competitive place I applied to it’s unlikely I’ll be going to grad school this fall. Unless Cornell or Iowa really liked my writing sample, or unless U. of Chicago or Berkley really want a postmodern American fiction scholar, I’m done.
And that, kids, is why you don’t bother applying to English Ph.D. programs with a 3.31 GPA.
I’m going to go drink whiskey in the bathtub and make big plans.
Oh Allie, I’m so sorry. I’m pretty confident that you’ll kick ass at whatever you choose to try next, however (and I’ve still got my fingers crossed for the last five places!).
