Last week I shared the good news of my invitation to a grad school recruitment weekend. I’m still thrilled about it and am grateful for all the good advice I’ve gotten in the comments. I’m looking forward to recruitment weekend, but this weekend is rejection weekend.
The program I was most in love with, that ties in perfectly with my interests and goals, that sounded so fun and exciting, rejected me. I found out this afternoon and am pretty miserable about it. Telling me that I may be one of the “fine applicants” they had to reject because of funding and space limitations doesn’t actually soften the blow.
But, as I’ve said elsewhere, I’m not going to let myself wallow for long.
All the news today wasn’t bad – I heard back from a professor at the 4th university I’m planning to apply to. I thought she wasn’t interested in me, but she’s actually just been busy with some rather exciting things and even had some very nice things to say about my prior research and undergrad record. We’re going to ‘meet’ online later this week and talk in more detail about potential projects.
So, tonight I’m going to whine and complain and maybe even cry a little (math and ecology and soup? You’d cry, too). But tomorrow I’m going to dive back into that 4th-university-prof’s papers and come up with some good questions for our meeting.