My biggest fear right now is not getting accepted into a doctorates program for clinical psychology. The thought of it makes me want to break down and cry. I have to work harder. I have to shine. I’ve worked hard for this, I have to make it.
It’s funny how no one bothered to warn me that it’s a rigorous process. Well I know now and there’s no way in hell I’ll back down now.
I hate to admit this, but getting married is probably the only shortcut I can take to finish graduate school. By getting married, I will receive financial stability, emotional support, and familial support. So much for being independent.
Maybe I should set up tents outside my school and protest for rising tuition rates. Will Suffolk U. follow the example of UC Davis and pepper spray my face off?
I am having heaps of fun imagining all the amazing and fun things I can do once I reach New York! Right now, I’m waiting for my laundry to dry so I can finally finish packing and head out. My little hamster is already running around in circles and staring at me with his beady eyes, maybe he senses that I am going to be gone for a while? Don’t fret my little rodent, I’ll be back!
In the mean time, I will make myself a delightful lunch and tell @justinyo that his stupid whales suck!
I don’t believe in fortune tellers. I think they’re bogus and faux, but I’ve had really funky things happen to me in the past that cannot be scientifically explained. I will talk about that on another day because tonight, my friend Wen told me that she is going to see a fortune teller tomorrow who has a reputation for being very accurate in her predictions. Now that she’s got my attention, I became very curious. I also found out that my mother is taking Wen for her appointment.
So I rushed to my mom and asked if I can get my fortune told as well. I changed my mind about it after this conversation:
Mom: Why? What are you going to ask?
Me: If going to graduate school is a good idea?
Mom: If she said that it’s a horrible idea and you’ll never find a job, what would you do?
Me: Go to graduate school…
Mom: Then why do you need your fortune told?
Me: *silence* *stare*
I think that was all I needed to hear.
i hate writing papers. it doesn’t matter how much i know or the number of sources i’ve accumulated over a short period of time. it’s the process of organizing and structuring it that wrecks havoc! i dont know how you guys do it. i see people sit down and write 10 pages without taking a break. the moment i sit down and open microsoft word, i stare at the blank document on hours end. what the hell guys?!
it’s like a tornado passed by and took the liberty of cleansing out my brain. why do i suck so much?
Today, I handed in THREE 10 - 15 page papers that were assigned a week ago and they were all due today. On top of that, a final exam to study for that was also today. I am home and safe, thank God for that! Although my head is burning up again.
All that is left is to give a presentation and take my next exam. It’s almost over, it’s almost OVER!
I just got home and I ate a whole pot of leftover mash potato with diced spam and bacon. I am the best chef in the world! So delicious! Okay I am burning up a lot…
It is nap time.