cinema_babe | On The Threshold and Looking Through to the Other Side

It's all but official!

Dear Patricia,

The committee has recommended to the Graduate School that you should be admitted to the MCIS program. We do have to await the graduate school’s “truly” official notice (note—we only make a recommendation to the grad school; they then make sure that we’re admitting appropriately prepared students; and they deny our decision only in extremely rare cases). So, I offer you a “cautious” congratulations!

I’m circumventing the Graduate School’s official notice because you have expressed interest in starting your coursework this fall. Assuming that is the case, you should attend the August 30th orientation (I believe we’ve already discussed this). I’ve attached the agenda for the day.

Once you receive notice from the Grad School, they’ll get you started on what needs to be done to get you into the system so you may register for classes. Please let me know if you don’t hear the official word from the graduate school by next week.

Congratulations on your very impressive credentials!

Marya

Woo-Hoo!

By September 15th my life will be almost completely different from what is it today:
1. Beginning September 1, I will be living in a new town for the first time in 15 years and a new house for the first time in almost a decade. Obsessive compulsive that I am, I'm already making a list of things I want/need to do to make my new place "my home".
2. I will (finally) be a graduate student! Now I know that it's very possible I was born to be an academic; to research and teach. I found my tribe and they recognized me and took me in.
3. I am in a relationship where ~~I feel~~ I am not only loved but valued and respected.
4. I might even have a new job. The second interview yesterday went well and they said I am a 'strong candidate' for 1 of the 2 or 3 open spots.

Although all of this fills me with a bit of cautious fear, overall I am filled with joy, excitement and hope. I feel a lot like the 18 year old who left her little hometown at the Jersey Shore where her family had lived for generations to go to college in the "City"; only with more knowledge and a less firm body. (You know something, my family didn't understand why I was living my life my way then and they still don't.)

If I haven't in the past, let me thank you all for sharing in my saga of woe. Your good energy (call it prayers, thoughts, wishes, whatever) surely helped so many of these pieces fall into place. Your friendship and support, expressed here and off-line, has meant more to me then I can ever express. (I hope you all know that I am pulling for all of your endeavors as well.)

Okay, enough of the mush, BLECH!