so what happens now? (where am i going to..?)
I got accepted to Cornell for their Masters/PhD program in Environmental Fluid Mechanics and Hydrology. Quite possibly one of the most enjoyable emails of all time. The professor sounded unbearably delightful, and the program has a wonderful connection with Spain, and it seems just like it might be perfect. Of course, as it is only my first acceptance (of many, I hope!), I am really just mostly relieved to have an option, and a terrific one at that. I spent the whole afternoon following the email researching Cornell and investigating all sorts of stuff, and calling my family and friends and being so thrilled with all of the possibilities. It makes life more confusing because it is hard to have a top choice right now, but right now I will enjoy the silly state of bliss, and deal with confusion in April when I am actually deciding things about my life.
Anna and I went to see P.S. I Love You. It's delightful. It is a perfect balance of sad and funny and a lot more sad, to the point that we were laughing at each other for crying, and that just made us sob more. But it was needed, and it took a lot of energy away.
And Evita was on this afternoon, and there is a nice little song in it that is referenced in my subject, and even though the grammar is far from correct, it is charmingly peaceful and hopeful and remorseful all together, and sort of true, even if my weekends in what was supposed to be a completely free spring are filling up before I know it. But with dinner dates and concerts and trips and good relaxation.
Cannot complain one bit:)
Anna and I went to see P.S. I Love You. It's delightful. It is a perfect balance of sad and funny and a lot more sad, to the point that we were laughing at each other for crying, and that just made us sob more. But it was needed, and it took a lot of energy away.
And Evita was on this afternoon, and there is a nice little song in it that is referenced in my subject, and even though the grammar is far from correct, it is charmingly peaceful and hopeful and remorseful all together, and sort of true, even if my weekends in what was supposed to be a completely free spring are filling up before I know it. But with dinner dates and concerts and trips and good relaxation.
Cannot complain one bit:)