hahahahahahahahaha I am posting to keep from purging or binging. Crazy I am going CRAZY I cannot live with this stress. I want to swim through a sea of chocolate and sleep in warm bread. I want COMFORT and my body (fucked up little shit it is) is saying "I WANT TO BINGE". Well I say NO! Cause Binging=Purging and we are trying to avoid that today. Please oh please oh please PHD gods let me know my fate. Here is a poem I wrote yesterday! For some reason I cannot get the spacing on this to post the way I write it out. Any suggestions?
Ode to the Prospective Graduate Student
Each morn when I rise I wonder out loud
Will today be the day that I make myself proud?
Will today be the day I get say
I been accepted to PhD, I'm on my way!!!!!!!!!
I decided a PhD would be my next goal
So I started applying to schools in the fall
I polished an essay until my eyes swam
and I can now recite my research statement on demand.
My father corrected each grammatical error
And my fiance prof read so much he's losing his hair
.My mother spent hours going over my forms
And my stress ball is now permanently deformed
The department's decision should arrive someday soon
Perhaps in an email in my inbox 'round noon
Or maybe a letter will be waiting at home
Or shall they call me on the telephone?
I look for smoke signals with an affirmative plume
And check the foot of each pigeon that flies my room
The sound of the fax makes me jump up on cue
And when I close my eyes I see the words "Under Review"
I drive my fam. crazy with all of my doubts
And my co-workers' patience has SURELY run out.
I even annoy myself these days
Yet I wait and I hope and I pray and I say:
What I really want is 5 more years of school
ith comprehensive exams and citation rules
I hope that they take me, I hope that I hear
Or I might just have to apply again next year!
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Sorry I haven't stopped by in awhile...
C
and might i just had how fantastic it was for you to blog instead of b/p?!