Application submitted!

The last time I blogged (forever ago) I had just found out that my application was due in one month, and I was in panic mode. So much has happened then. SO much that I haven't had a spare second to blog (not that anyone cares... I have one follower-- lol).
I'll try not to be too wordy.


The 8 hours observation time I needed for the application was a nightmare. The local hospital makes it IMPOSSIBLE to observe. I'm standing in a corner, not touching a thing and they need a laundry list of things from me. Things I didn't have time for. So I went to Marshall's hospital one day, and an imaging center in town another. The day in Marshall was devastating. I almost left as quickly as I got there. I was given a 30+ minute speech about how I'm wasting my time doing this, and how I'll never find a job when I'm done. Talk about defeat. I went back to my advisor and unloaded on her. Naturally, she told me it would all be okay. I don't know if I believe it, but so be it. The in-town imaging center was a bear to work with. Mainly because they're slower and I had to see two different exams. So I would call in the mornings and hope to set up time for the afternoon. Mess.


But I somehow got the observation hours done. The referral letters were simple. Three people that I know well and very little chasing around to get them done. The application itself is a joke: ONE piece of paper, front side only. Put it all in an envelope and turned it in 2 days before it was due. Aaaand done.
Done? Nope.


I got an invite to their "workshop" which takes 8 hours of my day (read: losing an entire day's worth of pay) to PAY THEM $50 for me to take a test, write an essay, and do an interview. I don't feel special for getting this invite. I feel like if you weren't blatantly ineligible, you were invited. But I'm going, nonetheless, on April 10. I think we're supposed to know something one way or another by May.


....you tend to talk to people everywhere you go when you're in the college. The hallway, the classroom, the parking lot. You try to get as much info as you possibly can. I've done my fair share of talking about this program, and I've finally talked myself into not committing suicide if I don't get in this year. Let me elaborate.


Before, it was do or die. But then, I remembered that nothing I ever plan for works in the way I desire. So... I had a talk with myself. Will my life end if I don't make this program this year? Nope. In fact, it'll go on for an entire year before I can apply again. So I might as well have a plan just in case that happens. I mean, I'm up against who-knows-how-many people (I'll find out on the workshop day, I guess) and they could very well have more points than me for the simple fact that I'm still finishing up prerequisites. It's all about the points... my personality, my ability to schmooze in an interview, and my killer writing skills in that essay really don't mean squat if there's someone out there who have been done with classes and got all A's in them. I mean, I'm just being real here. I think it's the safest thing for me to do right now.


Being real has always kinda been my thing. :)


So I'm a mere 4 days away from the big workshop now, and I'm really ready for it to be over with. It'll be a long, stressful day.
Until then...