If you read my last post, you may remember I mentioned that I am trying to get into the freelance editing and proofreading business. Well, I’m excited to announce that I now have a website set up detailing those services! You can find it here, and I will be updating the about section of this blog to have the url as well. I’m super excited to begin working with people to make their words and stories the best they can possibly be. Feel free to contact me, either here or on the new site, if you have any questions or if you or someone you know would like to learn more about my services. This is an exciting step in my story, and I am thrilled to get to share it with you all. That’s it. I figured I’d keep it brief this time around since you suffered through a 2500+ word post on Monday. Keep making your stories the best they can be!
Today God taught me a lesson using two lawn mowers.
It’s been a kind of crazy year for me. It’s had ups and downs and a whole lot of in-betweens. This past fall, I applied to as many doctoral programs as I could afford (which was only 7, by the way–those application fees add up fast!), in the hopes of jumping straight from my undergrad to the big leagues in the most time and money efficient way possible. I knew I was shooting for the moon, but I knew I would regret not going for it if I didn’t at least try. The months between submitting my applications and waiting for the decisions were filled with fear, excitement, and anticipation. The world was about to open up before me.
Except it didn’t. I heard back from school after school thanking me for my application and reassuring me that they received so many highly qualified applicants that they just couldn’t take them all–you know, the stuff they tell you to make you feel better. But it doesn’t work. It sucked. Suddenly the world that was opening up in front of me had slammed closed again. There was no time to apply for master’s programs, since all of the deadlines were back when I was spending all my money applying to the doctoral programs that had just rejected me. I did get considered for the University of Chicago’s one year intensive MA program, as a consolation prize for not making the Ph.D program. This would have been better news if the MA program was funded like the Ph.D program. It wasn’t. I got in, but the scholarship they offered me was small potatoes compared to the enormous price tag of not only tuition, but also moving to and living in Chicago. I was back to square one, and I was graduating in a little over a month. Read More…