It’s made. The letters are signed and mailed. The schools have been notified. I am going to Oklahoma University in the fall.
I got a lovely email from UT after I began asking questions about the possible TA position. The secretary from the OTHER PLACE wrote another chilling letter of dismissal and intolerance, but at least in the process, I made friend with another professor. Maybe someday we will meet at a conference and swap ideas.
Thanks for all the concern and prayers. It might just work out. In the meantime, I’m looking for the cheapest (safe and clean) apartment in Norman, OK.
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JoeyGirl Says:
May 15th, 2007 at 11:40 am
Bloggity, bloggity, bloggity…
I wait for blogs most patiently
from sisters writing so prettily
I can hardly stand it, you see?
Tell me, when will it come to me?
my loverly billowing bloggity…
:)
Friday, May 11, 2007
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Crap, something good happened.
Did you ever get good news at a bad time, and then the bad timing won out over the good news? Yep. I didn’t like it either.
I just got a note from the University of Texas saying that I made their TA pool. I don’t exactly have a TAship, but I do have the opportunity of being a TA if a prof wants to work with me. Let me change that. …if a prof wants me to be their slave.
Here’s the problem. I have to send in my acceptance letters to OU by Thursday this week, and I officially declined my acceptance into UT last week! What in the world is going on?! I’m so confused. I so mad at UT’s administration that I wanted to throw something at the wall last night. I didn’t. I didn’t even sob or stamp my feet or hit anything. On the whole, I think I handled it fairly well.
In the meantime, please, pray for the situation. I want to do the right thing. I want to be fiancially responsible; I want to stay connected with family and friends; and I want to get a decent job when I graduate that can be a calling. Although, working at a public library and forgetting the archaeology digs, ancient langauages, and academic competition is looking better every day.
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JoeyGirl Says:
May 8th, 2007 at 7:56 am
Hiya, J-Bear. I’m praying for you! And I love you lots. Sorry we didn’t get a chance to chat over the weekend. We’ll talk soon!
JoeyGirl Says:
May 10th, 2007 at 11:58 am
Any news? The decision is….????
I just got a note from the University of Texas saying that I made their TA pool. I don’t exactly have a TAship, but I do have the opportunity of being a TA if a prof wants to work with me. Let me change that. …if a prof wants me to be their slave.
Here’s the problem. I have to send in my acceptance letters to OU by Thursday this week, and I officially declined my acceptance into UT last week! What in the world is going on?! I’m so confused. I so mad at UT’s administration that I wanted to throw something at the wall last night. I didn’t. I didn’t even sob or stamp my feet or hit anything. On the whole, I think I handled it fairly well.
In the meantime, please, pray for the situation. I want to do the right thing. I want to be fiancially responsible; I want to stay connected with family and friends; and I want to get a decent job when I graduate that can be a calling. Although, working at a public library and forgetting the archaeology digs, ancient langauages, and academic competition is looking better every day.
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JoeyGirl Says:
May 8th, 2007 at 7:56 am
Hiya, J-Bear. I’m praying for you! And I love you lots. Sorry we didn’t get a chance to chat over the weekend. We’ll talk soon!
JoeyGirl Says:
May 10th, 2007 at 11:58 am
Any news? The decision is….????
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Rocky Balboa
Am I the only girl in the world to watch all 6 Rocky movies? Quite possibly.
Duh, da, da, duuuuh, du, da, daaaaaaaaaaa. (Imagine Rocky song). I love Rocky. I love Rocky so much that when I was in Philadelphia for a conference in 2005. I ran out of a very boring lecture on who knows what. (I think it had something to do with ethnic identity in ancient Israel.) And started walking briskly down the same road that Rocky ran down in the movie. I looked briefly for the free tourist trolley, but it was 10:00 in the morning, and it didn’t start to 11:00.
But I took off on a bright, 50 degree, windy, fall morning. I was going to the museum, and I was going to run up the stairs! As I drew close, an abnormally large crowd obstructed my view of the steps. Tents and concession stands and a stage full of sound equipment sprang before my eyes. Then over the PA system, “John Doe, place 33, 2 hours 33 minutes.” Or something of the sort. The Philadephia Marathon’s finish line was right between me and the steps. Rats, foiled again!
I did tour the museum, but I had to go through the back door, and the steps aren’t the same in the back.
Well, just to inform. I was very leary of the Rocky VI, but I had to watch it. And I liked it. The speech in the middle that he gives his son, almost made me cry. I did say amen when he finished delivering it.
It was something to this effect: It’s not how many punches you throw, but it’s about how many punches you can take, surviving them, and working through it. I think he nailed it. It’s the hard stuff that gives us heart, and it’s the heart that makes life fuller and deeper. Go, Rocky. You’re right.
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JoeyGirl Says:
May 4th, 2007 at 2:13 pm
Patrick says: “And here I was thinking it was just about the American flag boxer shorts he wore…”
JoeyGirl Says:
May 4th, 2007 at 2:15 pm
Is it any wonder I married him?
Duh, da, da, duuuuh, du, da, daaaaaaaaaaa. (Imagine Rocky song). I love Rocky. I love Rocky so much that when I was in Philadelphia for a conference in 2005. I ran out of a very boring lecture on who knows what. (I think it had something to do with ethnic identity in ancient Israel.) And started walking briskly down the same road that Rocky ran down in the movie. I looked briefly for the free tourist trolley, but it was 10:00 in the morning, and it didn’t start to 11:00.
But I took off on a bright, 50 degree, windy, fall morning. I was going to the museum, and I was going to run up the stairs! As I drew close, an abnormally large crowd obstructed my view of the steps. Tents and concession stands and a stage full of sound equipment sprang before my eyes. Then over the PA system, “John Doe, place 33, 2 hours 33 minutes.” Or something of the sort. The Philadephia Marathon’s finish line was right between me and the steps. Rats, foiled again!
I did tour the museum, but I had to go through the back door, and the steps aren’t the same in the back.
Well, just to inform. I was very leary of the Rocky VI, but I had to watch it. And I liked it. The speech in the middle that he gives his son, almost made me cry. I did say amen when he finished delivering it.
It was something to this effect: It’s not how many punches you throw, but it’s about how many punches you can take, surviving them, and working through it. I think he nailed it. It’s the hard stuff that gives us heart, and it’s the heart that makes life fuller and deeper. Go, Rocky. You’re right.
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JoeyGirl Says:
May 4th, 2007 at 2:13 pm
Patrick says: “And here I was thinking it was just about the American flag boxer shorts he wore…”
JoeyGirl Says:
May 4th, 2007 at 2:15 pm
Is it any wonder I married him?
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