A glimmer of hope. I ping’d the department head of school X about my application status, and he replied that some offers had been sent out, many applicants had been rejected, and I was still in the running. In addition, he was “fairly optimistic” that I would be let in but could make no promises.
This is more good than bad, and I’ll take it. I entered the application process confident, for reasons alien to me now, confident about my chances with some pretty good departments. That has all been torn down, and now I’d be content to be the Little Difference Engine That Could.
As long as I can.
But maybe I can’t.
If I can’t, then what will I do?
Why, then I will Rage Against the Dying of the Light with APOPLECTIC FURY!
No, no, that’s not what we discussed.
Oh, right.
So what will we do?
I will take a deep breath.
Yes, a deep breath, and what else?
Go to my Happy Place?
To your Happy Place. That’s right. And…?
And Do the Time.
Yes. The Time.
Okay.
Yeah.
Okay.
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