Monthly Archives: March 2008
And to think I could have written this if I’d only read MY copy of the OED all the way through. I bet he didn’t use the BOMC two-volume microprinted version, though!
We’re beyond the “applying” stage, but the same ideas should work for decisions. I hope.
Two more UCs have weighed in with acceptances (Santa Cruz and Santa Barbara), and we spent last night in San Francisco at a Tulane reception for admitted students. We were already tentatively planning to visit New Orleans (Diane and I have never been there, and it seemed like a good excuse), and the session turned the “tentative” into a “definite”.
At least so far. But I’m not going to book the tickets until we have the rest of the non-West Coast responses. After all, how much can tickets go up in a few weeks?
Looks interesting when I have an hour!
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When we got home this afternoon, there were two thin envelopes waiting for Jeff. One was an opaque envelope from from a highly-selective private college, and one was a window envelope from the University of Oregon.
Naturally, he opened the opaque envelope first, but he didn’t find what we all expected to see. Instead, it was a letter telling him that decisions would be available on March 26th on their website, giving him the userid and password, and warning him not to lose the letter or he’d have to wait for the official letter after April 1.
We’re waiting to hear from one program at Oregon, but their letter was just an amusing letter from a Bay Area Student Ambassador describing how he’d been surprised to fall in love with the school and the area.
And when Jeff checked his email, he found an acceptance waiting for him from UC Davis.
I guess this sort of day is going to happen a lot over the next couple of weeks.
I woke up this morning from a very strange dream.
I was in Richmond, Virginia, and had just gone into a Starbucks, where I was appalled that the barista was smoking. So I walked outside, pulled out my iPhone, and called 800-STARBUC to complain; they told me that there were 23 Starbucks where smoking was OK. I started yelling at the person on the phone, and that’s when I woke up, still yelling.
Somehow, Diane managed to sleep through this.
But I skipped my usual trip to Starbucks this morning anyway.
Doesn’t just apply to Ph. D. research, either!