Morning Weigh-In: 193.5
Yesterday I did get my important phone call. I got wait-listed for graduate school. For normal people, this might seem like something sort of arbitrary; I applied for other schools, I'm the first on the wait-list, so there's hope, but for me, it felt like everything just came crashing down. I'm not really used to not getting accepted for things. I'm usually pretty resilient, but yesterday I absolutely shut down. I haven't even been to the new wellness center yet. I think I ignored like 6 phone calls.
So, apparently crying all day is excellent exercise. Or at the very least I managed to dehydrate myself.
Overreacting? Maybe. But, you have to take into account that not getting into NDSU means several other things too: It means we have to leave our friends and family and start an entirely new life at LEAST 4 hours away. We won't be here when one of our good friends gets back from basic in September. It means that finances, which we weren't too concerned about in Fargo, are a real concern in Minneapolis or anywhere else, because rent in Minneapolis is easily double what we would pay even for the nicest apartments here.
Put all that together with the fact that my degree is useless without graduate school, that I've worked my ass off for four years just for this moment to actually fail, that EVERYONE around me brushed off my fears and told me I was a "shoo in" and you have a real recipe for a sad, sad me.
Also I went to the doctor and I have an ear infection AND she thinks my ankle is actually fractured, not sprained.
I'm just rainbows and sunshine this morning, aren't I?
Whatever. I lost 2 pounds, and that's the note I'm starting today with. I am GOING to be positive today. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
2 Pounds of sad
Posted by Liz at 8:17 AM
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2 comments:
That really sucks. (If there's any chance of it helping, insert the platitude that will make you feel the best here.) I can't say that I know how you feel or anything like that, but I will say that, based on everything I know about you, I think this will end up being one of those moments you'll look back on years from now when you're a successful marriage and family therapist and laughing about, like Dr. Suess looking at his old rejection slips as "Green Eggs and Ham" sold its 10 millionth copy. You'll go on to success and NDSU will be the ones who feel like this was a fail moment, not you. (And I really do believe that.)
Lizzie bumkins. I'm sure these last couple of days have been tough. I second what Alicia said. It's not you, and I know this because I don't think anyone could meet you and not immediately know you are very capable at everything you do. Waitlisted doesn't mean rejected, but I know the feeling of that suspended misery it entails.
Hang in there, lady friend.
p.s. I forgot it was Easter. I'm still game for coffee. I think it's what Jesus would want us to do.
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