Ph.D.

it has been a weird week.

it started like most weeks...but then i got this innocent email from the president of our graduate psych club...it was asking for volunteers to help with the tours and stuff for the future clinical students who will be having their interviews next week.

well i had applied to the clinical phd program...and i took this email to mean that i had not landed an interview...because why would they ask for help if they hadn't issued the invitations yet...right?

so i started getting myself ready for a year of working...secured myself a pretty good job with benefits...cried a little...then told myself i'd be okay...its just a year.

but i'd never been rejected from anything in my entire life. anything. and though i know everyone has to learn to deal with rejection at some point in their life...i didn't want this to be my first encounter.

but this morning...

i got an email inviting me to take part in the interviews...i'd landed an interview after all...i'm one of 16 (out of 45) to get invited..

so now i'm all excited...trying to decide what to wear, what to say, and what to do with the rest of my life...

one day...i might be known as Dr. Jessica Anders...weird.