Best. Day. Ever.
Mark it down in your calenders. This is the best day in my life, so far. This is the second time in my life I've cried from happiness. (I told you I cry at, well, anything.)
Woke up this morning, saw an email from the University of York, but it just looked like an alum asking if I wanted to chat about the program. You know how US schools do that, to make you feel like the school cares about you, as an individual. So I was not really expecting anything, considering my application was put in 10 days ago.
But no. It was from the Archeology of Buildings program director, telling me how impressed she was with my written work and personal statement.(Thanks, Molly! I owe you one!)
How she believes in my academic potential.
How, even with only one reference submitted, she feels confident in offering me a place of study. (!!!)
Friends! I am going to York!! I still can't really believe it.
Of course, my eyes started leaking before my brain had really processed what was going on (I hadn't had my first cup of tea yet, you see). Then I called my dad, and after he figured out what I was trying to say, he was suitably floored.
I just... I'm so happy. With everything that's been going on with my job, I've been feeling totally unworthy, for no good reason. But this reinforces my conviction that I am the shit. (Along with all of you, who are also the shit. Seriously.)
And this evening, I'm going up to snowy Tacoma to hang out with Sam. So really, this is the best weekend of my life. I still can't believe it.
Just for good measure: !!! !!!! !!!
Woke up this morning, saw an email from the University of York, but it just looked like an alum asking if I wanted to chat about the program. You know how US schools do that, to make you feel like the school cares about you, as an individual. So I was not really expecting anything, considering my application was put in 10 days ago.
But no. It was from the Archeology of Buildings program director, telling me how impressed she was with my written work and personal statement.(Thanks, Molly! I owe you one!)
How she believes in my academic potential.
How, even with only one reference submitted, she feels confident in offering me a place of study. (!!!)
Friends! I am going to York!! I still can't really believe it.
Of course, my eyes started leaking before my brain had really processed what was going on (I hadn't had my first cup of tea yet, you see). Then I called my dad, and after he figured out what I was trying to say, he was suitably floored.
I just... I'm so happy. With everything that's been going on with my job, I've been feeling totally unworthy, for no good reason. But this reinforces my conviction that I am the shit. (Along with all of you, who are also the shit. Seriously.)
And this evening, I'm going up to snowy Tacoma to hang out with Sam. So really, this is the best weekend of my life. I still can't believe it.
Just for good measure: !!! !!!! !!!