…or at least that’s what I’ve kept saying to Scott the past couple of days while I’ve coughed up my lungs and removed slugs from my sinus cavaties.
and then I heard from my new editor at the newspaper the other day that they want to kill my freelance blog this week or next because of budgeting cuts. this is disheartening because I really needed the extra $200 a month before the move, and I oh so wanted to depart with a dramatic puff of smoke stating that I was leaving town to pursue a graduate degree worth nothing. but I can’t spill the beans just yet since my employer reads that blog and they may decide they want to cut me early, too!
I’m working on a Plan B to be disclosed at a later time.
also this week, I’m in MFA pergatory still as UNCG and I await a student to leave their acceptance list. I also am still waiting for potential funding at VCU. Both schools say they should know by early next week. But… today is the deadline for me to accept at Sarah Lawrence! I woke up at 4 a.m. going back and forth in my head on whether or not it’s worth giving them a $150 deposit just to stay in the game. I can’t decide if I don’t get into UNCG if I’d still consider SLC as a fall back. That’s a lot of debt to swallow. And although I had fun in New York, it wasn’t telling me I should move there immediately. And I still get that icky feeling when I think of VCU. You just have no idea what type of weekend I had up there. It was like something out of the Twilight Zone.
And as if I needed any more proof that this whole process has been super stressful, my doctor told me yesterday that she thinks some neurological/cardiovascular symptoms I’ve been having could be caused by anxiety and therefore she prescribed me a pill to help calm my nerves. I’m still a little skeptical but I’ll proceed with the trial period before ruling it out.
I wonder if any other applicants have gone through a similar diagnosis?
