If you've read longer than, oh, a minute, you know that I'm in the process of applying to graduate school. Which is a little stressful. Kind of. A lot. Like, I don't have nail beds anymore because I've been gnawing at them for three weeks because I have no marketable skills and I'm fairly certain I won't be employed much longer and what's more, I don't really want to be employed much longer.
One of the things I've been freaking out about is where to apply. In terms of things I'm freaking out about, this is pretty low on the list. But it's there. Mostly because applications are so damn expensive that I either have to completely (and yes, I do mean completely) max out my credit cards to apply everywhere I want to, or risk not applying and then not being accepted anywhere and then having to continue working at my not-job for another forty years until I can retire. To my bedroom. In my parents' house. Because I'll have no money.
One of the schools that got the ax was UW-Madison. It's a good school. In fact, it's a great school. It's harder to get into than the other schools I'm applying to. (Well. Except Northwestern.) But I don't particularly want to go there. Like, if I get in anywhere else, I probably won't accept Madison.
However. This morning I was talking to my professor whom I love and adore and want to follow and maybe like fold his laundry because I'm pretty sure I'd be happier doing that than working at my current job about letters of recommendation.
(See if you can follow that mother of a run-on sentence. Because if you can, you should apply to graduate school.)
He asked me where I was applying, I told him, and then he said, "What about Madison? They're a much better program." And I honestly went, "Oh. Yes. I should do that."
I AM SUCH A PUSHOVER.
But maybe that's God's way of telling me that I should apply to Madison. Because a.) God often speaks through Dr. Crain. I'm sure of it. And b.) Unlike Facebook, God can be subtle sometimes.
If he tells me to drink some Kool-Aid that smells funny I'm not going to, though.