Graduate school...

applications are no easy task. I think you should be accepted by any grad. school whose application process you're willing to complete. Do you know what they put you through to get into grad. school these days? One school asked for a blood sample and an egg, not of the chicken variety, my own personal egg. That might be a slight exaggeration, okay a gross exaggeration. If they had asked for an offspring, I might have considered it for a long uncomfortable silent pause--and then agreed heartily.

Whew...I'm glad I began my application process now. I'm a bit of a slow, no I'm a plodder at some things. I have to review the details, think about it, look at it again and then begin the process.

My intention is to apply to three universities. I'm hoping to get into Drexel U. It's really in my backyard compared to Rutgers U. and Syracuse U. Of course when it comes down to it, I'll go to the school that accepts me and gives me the most money.

If no one accepts me, I guess I'll finally get to the dust that's building up on the furniture, under the furniture and around the furniture. I can also de-clutter the corners and closets. What fun is that? I'd honestly rather put myself through grueling hours of research and paper writing. The sad reality of that statement is I would rather do the research and papers.

Tonight I was applying for scholarships, talk about a boring life. I'm not left handed of Inuit descent, I don't have one green eye and one brown eye and of Finnish descent, nor do I have any strange deformities like a tooth growing from my nose or a third eye and have five stepmothers. Hey, I'm a mom I have eyes in the back of my head? Oh yeah that would qualify as four eyes so that deformity isn't odd enough. It's seems I'm normal. Try not to laugh to hard at the statement!! Stop laughing. Really!

The only thing I really have going for me is that I'm a non-traditional student. Non-traditional is the polite way of saying I'm old, I flunked out of college the first time so now I'm doing it the hard way, with a family, while working. Hey, whatever it takes to show me the money!

I now get to grovel for letters of reference from my profs. and request transcripts O..N..E... M..O..R..E... time. I also have to produce an intelligable 500 word essay about why I want to go to grad. school. I'm not thinking I should use my wit, you know my sarcastic sense of humor kind, rather I should use the wit of knowledge kind.

I'm going to bed now. My eyes are tired from reading the applications fine print. You'd think they'd have a large print version for those of us over fortyish. Surely when I apply for my Phd they'll have a large print version. Humph...