Decisions!
With my letter from the University of Washington this morning, it is now official--I have been accepted at every graduate school I applied to*. Yay for me! I am not nearly as happy about this as I should be.
I have about a week to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. This will be surprisingly challenging. For undergrad, I just picked the school with the best financial aid, period, but while I have gotten a couple of smallish offers ($3000 being the highest so far), none have been deal-making. Since I need to go out of state for my field, I will be paying about $40k a year no matter where I end up.
*Pause to hyperventilate over the idea of eighty thousand dollars of debt*
It doesn't help that UNC, my first choice school, has not gotten back to me on the whole funding front yet. Must call them to bitch tomorrow, which unfortunatley necessitates getting up at 6am. Damn.
Of course, thesis could kill me in the next two days (OMG WTF DRAFT DUE!), thus ending the entire question for me nicely.
Also, my face hurts.
I feel guilty that I am actually sitting here angsting because, poor baby, I have to decide which of the offers from top-ranked programs in my field I will accept. Woe is me!
Basically, I should shut up, count my blessings, and go watch stupid internet videos until I feel better.
*Okay, I only applied to four, so this is not as impressive as it sounds.
I have about a week to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. This will be surprisingly challenging. For undergrad, I just picked the school with the best financial aid, period, but while I have gotten a couple of smallish offers ($3000 being the highest so far), none have been deal-making. Since I need to go out of state for my field, I will be paying about $40k a year no matter where I end up.
*Pause to hyperventilate over the idea of eighty thousand dollars of debt*
It doesn't help that UNC, my first choice school, has not gotten back to me on the whole funding front yet. Must call them to bitch tomorrow, which unfortunatley necessitates getting up at 6am. Damn.
Of course, thesis could kill me in the next two days (OMG WTF DRAFT DUE!), thus ending the entire question for me nicely.
Also, my face hurts.
I feel guilty that I am actually sitting here angsting because, poor baby, I have to decide which of the offers from top-ranked programs in my field I will accept. Woe is me!
Basically, I should shut up, count my blessings, and go watch stupid internet videos until I feel better.
*Okay, I only applied to four, so this is not as impressive as it sounds.