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Well, yesterday's mail brought my rejection letters from Illinois and Idaho... I guess I'd assumed that would be the case, but it sucks that even my back-up school shot me down. I still haven't heard a decision from Ohio, but at this point it's pretty freaking late to be getting an acceptance letter, so yeah.
Five for five, swing and a miss. My friend Cassiah said that when she applied to grad schools 2 years ago, her acceptance rate was 50%. Granted that was 2 years ago, before a lot of the economic recession crap hit the fan, and she was going for a political science masters (a degree which oddly enough is both more globally useful and has far less competition). I'm not sure how to tally my results against hers, so I'm just trying not to. Another one of those annoying little thoughts buzzing at the back of my head that I'm frequently swatting away.
Two and a half weeks of work left. Adam's already got his broken down into hours.
This weekend, we're going over to Connie & Marti's for Easter dinner after church. In the spirit of starting to use up things in our kitchen, I'm taking spinach & artichoke dip (a mix I'd bought from a lady at work who sells Tastefully Simple stuff). I'm also going to attempt homemade cinnamon rolls. I always loved Uncle Phil's and while I don't think I'd get a response in time if I tried to get his recipe, I may have found one online that doesn't look too scary (and conveniently uses up/reduces some of my baking supplies in the cupboard).
On Monday, we have tickets to a Deathcab for Cutie concert. It's not often that we find a band that's in both of our top fives, performing in our city, on a night when we're both available, at a price we're ok with paying. It's the perfect storm. We're bound to have a tornado or something that night.
Off to 88 busines meeting, my second to last one! Christian out.