I have a presentation and a prospectus and a grad application due this week. Once that's done, I have 4 research papers to write. I did not hit panic mode until this morning, when I went from chill to freaking out in 45 minutes ( Read more... )

like shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings ( Read more... )

I got my first notification today, as well as my first rejection ( Read more... )

School is busy, life is stressful, and if I don't at least hear something from one of my grad schools, I'm going to twitch myself right out of my skin ( Read more... )

So, that was fairly awful ( Read more... )

Subject test is tomorrow. I feel grossly unprepared. I know freaking out is not the right path to take ( Read more... )

I got an Email to tell me that I could finally take my much-delayed subject test. Yay, I said, and then I looked at the date ( Read more... )

Just submitted the last of the 5 grad school applications! I have no idea how they look, or if I even have a prayer anywhere I applied, but at this point, there's nothing I can do about it, and this feels absolutely fan-freaking-tastic. I even submitted two days before the deadline, which is...so weird for me. I don't do things ahead of time. ( Read more... )

( Finally cutting my Doctor Who ranting, for those who are getting mightily tired of my crazy obsession. )

I thought my deadlines for two of my grad applications were at midnight today, just to find out about five minutes ago that they very likely could have been at 5. I never saw anything listed on the website...had absolutely no indication that there could be a time fuck-up ( Read more... )