I am not known for my patience. I’m sure I have other good qualities, but patience is really not among them. I’ve gotten much better at it in my middle age, but still, it’s not the first thing that springs to mind when people think of me.
So, waiting to hear from grad schools is not something I enjoy or at which I excel. I hear that some people enjoy the anticipation. Those people are odd. For me, the longer I wait, the more convinced I get that this whole idea is the stupidest thing I’ve ever conceived. Hearing from one school was excellent – it went a long way toward curbing the doubts. But there’s still that other school.
This morning, I was in my Pilates class. Instead of that zen-like state one is supposed to achieve whilst contorting one’s body into punishing positions, I was stewing. My internal dialogue went something like this:
“Why haven’t I heard from Univ R yet?”
“Ouch, that muscle hurts”
“Sheesh, those people.”
“Ooo, that stretch felt good”
“They found out that I’m really clueless.”
“I know why it’s taking so long – they sent all the acceptances out to the others and they’re waiting to see if someone turns them down and they need me to fill the seat”
You get the idea. Then I got home and checked my email. There it was, a message from Univ R. I got in there, too!! I don’t yet have the financial details from them, but I’m in!
See? Stewing works!