Flashes of Panic

I kept saying how certain I was that one of the two uncertain applications was going to be a “No.” Turns out, via this morning’s mail, that it’s a “sort of.” They didn’t accept me to the program I applied to, but to a similar one in the same department, which might be all I want or need anyway. And they offered a partial scholarship, while I’ve heard nothing much from the first place.

And that one, which has been positive all along sent another reminder: hey, tell us what you’re planning within a week or so, or we’ll give your spot to someone else.

So the stage is set for a decision. If the fifth (and last) response doesn’t turn up very soon, it will either be rendered irrelevant or complicate an already muddy situation.

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