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Nov 21, 2009 18:45

You know that feeling you have when you go out and eat a huge dinner, and eat like a huge one-pound-of-beef burrito and then you have a food baby sitting in your belly that makes you feel like you're kind of slouching when you walk?

I feel like that now. Except it isn't a food baby. It's an anxiety baby. An unwanted, unplanned anxiety baby (baby! not fetus! it's so big that it's a baby!). And it's caused by my impending grad school applications (7 due December 15, 1 Dec 20, 2 Dec 31, 4-5 potential more due in January). My personal statement is pretty good, methinks. I have to adjust it for each application, though--I only have the primary part and then one actual "Here's why I want to go here please" section, and then notes for why I want to go to there for 4 of the other impending applications. I have my writing sample, and it's good (I think, anyway). But I have to figure out how to get a 25 page paper down to 10, 15, 20, and 25 pages, depending on the application. And I need to finish dealing with the recommendation stuff. Two profs, I'm good on (have communicated with them and will be delivering a package of recommendation-related stuff by monday morning), but one prof (an important one) has agreed to write for me but hasn't yet gotten back to me about when we should meet to discuss the paper that I'm using for my writing sample and at which we will discuss application stuff. And I don't want to nag, but it's coming to that time when I become a nag.
Ahhhh. Also I hate hate hate being poor.
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