Oxford makes their decision tomorrow.
Right. Breathe.
For the next 4 days or so--or until I receive notice--I may be something of a nervous reck. Yes, this is completely out of my hands, but the thought that someone currently has my future resting on the surface of their mahogany desk, in some small upstairs office-like closet, in a building that probably dates back to Chaucer, makes me feel the slightest bit uneasy.
Let's put things into prospective.
Being accepted to Oxford could lead to the following:
Becoming one step closer to becoming a university professor.
Publishing my first piece of writing.
Networking with some of biggest names in publishing.
Coming out with a resume that may look like it's on steroids (metaphorically speaking).
And yet, being rejected could lead to the following:
Looking to other schools in hopes to complete a Masters in Writing/Literature.
Traveling with Adam to India to do some volunteer work/teach English.
Moving back to the US (NYC) sooner than expected.
Saving a bit more money to go towards more traveling.
All of these seem like viable possibilities--none of which are less than the others. Either way, in this situation, I think I win. Yes, I will be relatively disappointed if I do not get this; but let's be truthful here; who wouldn't be?
Moving away from Oxford for a while, I've been a bit homesick for a the past few weeks or so. I'm not quite sure what it is. Perhaps it's the fact that I've been listening to specific music that reminds me of home. Perhaps it's looking at pictures from University that makes me wish I was back in Baltimore, even just for a weekend. Or perhaps, with the coming of Spring and Summer brings back certain smells, which bring me back to certain places and times, reminding me that this will be the first summer NOT spent in the US. Luckily, I know that this pang I'm feeling will pass. I'm happy to say that, when I'm in Notting Hill/London, I don't feel it nearly as much (if at all), as I do here in Milton Keynes. I suppose that's a good sign as well.
2 comments:
Being accepted could also lead to you adapting an English accent.
As you stated , it’s a win win whatever. Just how many people do you know who actually got off their ass and applied to Oxford?
I’m pulling for you. Trust me, I’ve been to India and it’s not as sexy-spiritual-enlightening as everyone thinks.
I did however spend three weeks straight drunk on the back of an elephant. See if they teach that at Oxford.
Haha fair enough ;) How was trying to keep your balance? I'd have to try that if we end up in India...thanks for the best wishes. I may not adapt an English accent, but I may adapt the 'head so far up my ass I could spit from my neck' mentality ;)
I'll let you know either way!
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