I...got in!

Today I found out that I was accepted to the Art Therapy Graduate program at George Washington University. I had been trying to get a hold of them. Apparently, they'd been trying to get a hold of me, too. I was told that my UofL email wasn't working (why do I feel like that has happened before? but I even looked it up on the UofL system to double check...).

Well, I finally got that email, and they accepted me!

Of course, I'm saying yes.

Guess I'll be in D.C. sometime soon.

I can't wait to become an art therapist.

I'm definitely finding I need to shift my plans. Since I hadn't heard back from them I'd, reasonably, started to make plans in my mind for attending EVMS. I imagined what kind of housing I could have, looked up where grocery stores were and how to get to the beach, considered the likelihood of dating a bright eyed doctor. Now I get to make new plans, have new ideas.

In the end I was accepted by 5 schools, which is shocking to me, even now. Pleasant, but shocking.

I am grateful that I have learned to try my best and not give up, even if I have not yet learned to expect a positive outcomes from it. I'm glad I tried, I'm glad I didn't give up.

I feel a bit light headed. Nervous and excited to start this new turn in the path of my life.

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For the record: both EVMS and GWU appear to be great schools. Both have excellent teachers and a good history and both are well connected with the local military. Both appear to have great internships. I was impressed with all the professors and thought they all asked very good very challenging questions. I think, however; that GWU (and DC, by extension) seemed...really nice. I left kind of feeling like "yeah, I could go here. I could live here."  So, while both schools seemed very nice (and I want to give a shout out to Springfield, which also seemed quite nice), and of a very high quality, and I don't want anyone to think that one is better, I just think D.C. is probably better for me.

Why I don't Tell People my Age

Really, I don't care about how old I am. I don't care about how old I look. This may be because I don't look older than I am, it may not. That being said, I don't have a problem with my age, or telling people, but I don't offer that information without being asked.

Today was an example of why. My students asked me if I had kids. Nope. How old was I? 29. Do I have a husband? Nope. No husband. Will I be married next year? Nope, no boyfriend. Why?!

They asked why.

I shrugged and said "No one has asked."

An older gentleman in my class took off his class ring and offered it to me. I laughed. Everyone laughed.

I hate giving my age. Because when you're 29 and single people want to know why. And if I had an answer to that which didn't rip out my heart with a spoon, I would give it.

And change it.

Ah well. 30, you're just around the bend, and then people will hear my age and think I must be a freak that no one married me. So, I think I'll just enjoy 29 while I have it.

Repeat of Yesterday

Yes, I am, in fact, coming to the conclusion that Blogger is for babies. Or, families, rather. So, where do people who want to blog about not babies go? I suppose I will just continue to post here. Maybe I will find myself misinformed. Maybe there are a lot of single ladies posting about not babies and blogger has just ignorantly decided to only show me family blogs every time I hit that "next blog" button.

Ah well.

Blogger is for Babies?

Did I miss something? Is Blogger for couples and families? Because, that's all I came across when hitting the "next blog" button, and mostly it was families with babies, parenting blogs, and parents' blogs. So...what's up?

I'm tempted to think this is part of the ongoing world-wide conspiracy to make me feel like the only human female who is both single and without children.

Luckily, I'm not that paranoid. ;-)

Maybe.

Paranoia

Well, I'm not doing what I should be doing. I have two exams to do online. Not doing either of them. instead I'm on facebook, and my friends have clearly caught the paranoia bug. I feel that just as much as the next person, I do not trust the govt. or mega-corporations, or television, but when people start talkinng about new world orders I just feel a massive instinct to take a big step back from them. It could have to do with me not being comfortable discussing things with no solution. I don't want to talk about how horrible things are without talking about a way to make them better. Just bemoaning our state does nothing. How about we live well, do our best to live within our means (or accept the indentured-servitude of not living within our means), serve others, be intelligent and kind, and the rest of the world can burn. But frankly, if we live like that, it probably won't.

Adendem; She was talking about some imminent Tribulation/End of the World stuff. Should have known. I just, should have known and said nothing, like every other intelligent person did.

Dreams for Daughters

Right now I am single...

But I hope that one day I have a daughter.

I hope I have a daughter so I can teach her how lovely it is to love God. I hope I have a daughter so I can teach her that the love of a man is wonderful but loving the Father lasts forever. I hope I have a daughter so I can teach her that there is vanity in all the beautiful wonderful things of this life, except for loving God. I hope I have a daughter so when the world tells her she must be more and must be less and must have a man who feels strongly for her in order to be complete, when her friends run after flags in the wind and none of the texts or videos or advertisements she sees make her any happier for seeing them, when she's not sure who she is and just wants to be loved, that I can teach her that she is whole and complete and loved and lovely above all else in God and that when she puts him first she won't have to be desperate for the things of this world because every good thing she experiences will just be icing on the cake.



I hope I have a daughter.

And if I never do, I hope I live like she's learning from me anyway.

Good News

Well, since late December my life has been very hectic. I applied to nine graduate schools and was invited to interview at all nine. I participated in six interviews. I've been accepted for admission to four and declined for admission by one, and I'm still waiting on one. All this since, roughly, Christmas. I've also had Uni classes during the day, teaching classes in the evening, and this month an online class to boot, as well as everyday things. My life has been pretty much non-stop. Today is the first free day I've had in a month, where there was something I didn't have to do. I'm happy and overwhelmed. I'm...actually doing this. I'm more surprised than I should be, but a big part of me thought that trying my hardest and putting my best foot forward wasn't going to be good enough. I think I may have been wrong. ~.^