The search for higher education that embodies the values of lovely science and rational art felt fru
Little bastards. The keys of the letters of the words I want to type leap out from under my fingers. Sneaky, obstinate, bastards.
The 'personal statement' has been stalled for three weeks and counting. Maybe because lying awake at night brings terror at the thought of not being accepted to Bristol. Oh yeah, and it brings terror of getting in too.
These must only be the most important 800 words of MY LIFE.
For my undergrad I slid happily through the application process confident that I could charm my way into my first second of third choice school despite a leaky GPA. Now after three years of searching under every nook and cranny of the internet, every fold and flap in the library, I have found a program I think I could love. Or should I say 'programme' because it is in freaking ENGLAND. All my dreams of becoming a Brit could come true! I could have bangers OR mash. Bubbles OR squeak. William OR Harry. And this MA, god this MA could be awesome. A chance to pursue the bumps on human bones but for ENTERTAINMENT! Archeology for Screen Media is pretty damn specific venture but it straddles the boundary of science and art, a boundary I have hopscotched for years.
But I have heard they care not for a liberal education, a kaleidoscope of talents and interests, they want an essay that says precisely what I mean and why they must have me. Not my strong suit.
Just start typing for gods sake. And I do until the words don't mean enough... and I stop.
The 'personal statement' has been stalled for three weeks and counting. Maybe because lying awake at night brings terror at the thought of not being accepted to Bristol. Oh yeah, and it brings terror of getting in too.
These must only be the most important 800 words of MY LIFE.
For my undergrad I slid happily through the application process confident that I could charm my way into my first second of third choice school despite a leaky GPA. Now after three years of searching under every nook and cranny of the internet, every fold and flap in the library, I have found a program I think I could love. Or should I say 'programme' because it is in freaking ENGLAND. All my dreams of becoming a Brit could come true! I could have bangers OR mash. Bubbles OR squeak. William OR Harry. And this MA, god this MA could be awesome. A chance to pursue the bumps on human bones but for ENTERTAINMENT! Archeology for Screen Media is pretty damn specific venture but it straddles the boundary of science and art, a boundary I have hopscotched for years.
But I have heard they care not for a liberal education, a kaleidoscope of talents and interests, they want an essay that says precisely what I mean and why they must have me. Not my strong suit.
Just start typing for gods sake. And I do until the words don't mean enough... and I stop.