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So I'm standing in the hallway after class, waiting for the elevator, when one of the professors in my department comes over to me. I've never spoken to her before, but we've said hello in passing. I didn't think she even knew my name, but I know she's on the qualifications committee this semester, and I've been anxiously waiting their decision since early March. Anyway, so she comes up to me and says how much she enjoyed reading the Whitman paper I submitted with my application, and that I'm a beautiful writer, and that the entire committee enjoyed reading it. Woohoo! I was totally shocked. I mean, I knew she was on the committee, but I wasn't sure whether or not I was actually supposed to know. So I asked her what she thought of my application overall, and she said it was all good. It's not official yet, but it should be ok. Of course, this department likes to kick you in the knees when you're least expecting it, so there's at least a fair chance that it's not true, but for now I'm going to pretend that I'm actually going to pass quals.
In other news: not finished with overdue project. Haven't graded assignments. No clean clothes. Baby getting sick, J sick. And that awful Shakira song is in my head, but I only know like two lines of it.
In other news: not finished with overdue project. Haven't graded assignments. No clean clothes. Baby getting sick, J sick. And that awful Shakira song is in my head, but I only know like two lines of it.