Muffy Toe

I got into grad school.

And somehow, it's the one I least expected to get into. I won't make any decisions until I hear from the other three and go visit my top two, but it looks like I will definitely be in school somewhere next semester.

When the official letter came yesterday I felt happy and confused. Happy because I'm stupidly competitive when it comes to academics, but confused because I realized for the first time that the letter required a response.

I've been called passive agressive before, and perhaps it's true. I don't mind rejection as long as someone can know all the facts, look me in the eye, and still say "no." And that's kinda what I was expecting. So when I got this letter about registering for classes, moving into apartments, attending orientation (ugh), it took me by surprise because I had just been focusing on the competition of being accepted. And now that I was, I found myself just holding the letter and thinking, "now what?"

Answer: Uh, I guess you go to grad school, Michelle.

So here are five of my "happy reasons" for going to grad school-
(these are predictable, so don't get too excited. I'll have to think of more creative ones...)

1. Having "free" mornings and afternoons (ie, not working 9 to 5)
2. Living in a new place with new people 4. Getting to wear jeans every day for two more years
5. Getting to wear chuck taylors and flip-flops every day for two more years