The waiting

I hate waiting. It is amazing the amount of things you can’t find to do while waiting. I had no idea that waiting would become full time endeavor, but here I am, waiting. I’m waiting for an acceptance letter to graduate school. Hell, I’d even accept a rejection letter if it meant the waiting would stop for at least a while. I once was waiting with others, but they have received the good news, and I am very happy for them, but in the process I have lost yet another waiting buddy. I guess something I hate worse than waiting is waiting alone.

This is a time where I feel I have no control over what is going to happen. I’ve tried to run through the application process over and over again. I’ve revised and rewritten my statement of purpose and writing samples enough to have them memorized down to every period. I’m in a constant state of revision, wondering what I could have done better to up my chances of being accepted into a Ph.D. program, but all this does is make the waiting harder. So I wait.

I congratulate those who will be starting a new chapter in their academic career. Their waiting is over and their anticipation begins.