This week has definitely (and unfortunately) been one of my most unproductive of late. Most of that unproductivity had to do with the fact that I was coming down with a cold, but I think some of it also had to do with a deflated ego over the fact that I'm now onto my second month and still job searching. Everyone I have talked to has been really supportive and insisting that "times are tough" and that it will happen eventually, but for someone like me who went from working two jobs on campus and maintaining a 3.9 GPA, I am desperate for a schedule filled with tasks, assignments and a sense of purpose.
However, today, I woke up feeling especially lazy and wondering how I was going to fill yet another day of too much free time. I did what any other unemployed soul would do: I woke up, made myself an egg, made my dog an egg, and then checked my email. Only this time, my heart dropped -- inside my inbox was an email from one of the graduate schools I applied to with a decision about my application.
This was it. If I didn't get in, I would feel as though there would be no hope for the other three schools I applied to. Why would they want to accept me if this other one didn't? I figured this would set the tone for drawn out disappointment as I waited for other acceptance/rejection letters to arrive. If I did get in, well, this meant I could go to grad school. Even if I didn't get in anywhere else, I was in and I did it.
I clicked the link that would reveal the decision and I breathed a sigh of relief: I got in! All of the countless hours and stress spent applying and wondering about my application had paid off and I had an acceptance from a graduate school to show for it. It was a much needed pick-me-up in a week full of sniffles, laziness and that constant nagging voice asking myself "What am I going to do with my life?" I can head into the weekend with a renewed sense of faith in myself and hopefully a reinvigorated look at the job hunt and the future ahead.
However, today, I woke up feeling especially lazy and wondering how I was going to fill yet another day of too much free time. I did what any other unemployed soul would do: I woke up, made myself an egg, made my dog an egg, and then checked my email. Only this time, my heart dropped -- inside my inbox was an email from one of the graduate schools I applied to with a decision about my application.
This was it. If I didn't get in, I would feel as though there would be no hope for the other three schools I applied to. Why would they want to accept me if this other one didn't? I figured this would set the tone for drawn out disappointment as I waited for other acceptance/rejection letters to arrive. If I did get in, well, this meant I could go to grad school. Even if I didn't get in anywhere else, I was in and I did it.
I clicked the link that would reveal the decision and I breathed a sigh of relief: I got in! All of the countless hours and stress spent applying and wondering about my application had paid off and I had an acceptance from a graduate school to show for it. It was a much needed pick-me-up in a week full of sniffles, laziness and that constant nagging voice asking myself "What am I going to do with my life?" I can head into the weekend with a renewed sense of faith in myself and hopefully a reinvigorated look at the job hunt and the future ahead.
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| This kid is clearly impressed by me. |
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