nervous much?
I looked at canary yellow envelope my dad handed me. I turned it over, where "Welcome to Columbia!" was written in looping script. And then I woke up--and started crying. I checked my e-mail, which was empty. Unlike my sister and grandmother, I don't typically dream true, only sometimes. I pray that this is one of thoese times.
By next week, I shall have heard from my schools. I still check my e-mail everyday, obsessively. And trying not to be superstitious. At the same time, I'm preparing myself for the fact that I might not get in, so I've been investigating workshops/conferences for the short term, and new schools to apply to in the long term. I need to be close to the water, in an urban/suburban area, a studio (as opposed to low-res program) lots of funding, good faculty (of course.) I also want a program that can be completed in two years, no more.
By next week, I shall have heard from my schools. I still check my e-mail everyday, obsessively. And trying not to be superstitious. At the same time, I'm preparing myself for the fact that I might not get in, so I've been investigating workshops/conferences for the short term, and new schools to apply to in the long term. I need to be close to the water, in an urban/suburban area, a studio (as opposed to low-res program) lots of funding, good faculty (of course.) I also want a program that can be completed in two years, no more.