Getting my masters has been increasingly scary and close as the time goes on. I hardly know where to start.
Working at admissions doesn't help because every Monday and Wednesday I talk to students that are doing basically the same thing I should be doing now - looking at schools. The only two differences (and they are big ones) is that I'm looking for a MFA in theater/acting and they're trying to figure out what they want to "do with their lives" unbeknowst to them... they still won't have a clue in four years.
Something tells me the next year and a half will literally change my life like never before. I will stressed, busy, and terrified. But in the end, I know it will work out and it will be over in a flash so I have to enjoy it. And it all starts with this summer.
Case in point:
I am determined to meet all of my summer goals this year. And to do so, I really have to keep track somehow of what I want to do before I forget something. (IE: I said I wanted to lose 20 lbs but all I have been eating is cookies and hot dogs.) My friends & I need to really buckle down and set dates for all these trips we want to do otherwise they will never happen.
All things considered this summer thusfar has been somewhat productive and I think it can only continue to be even more productive. I need to work on my resume pretty bad since my current one is terribly outdated. I need to figure out a hairstyle/look I want to sell myself to gradschools with. I need to figure out how long it takes for me to eat another jumbo cookie in the room next to this one. I also need to call my father, someone who I haven't talked to since they bought me my mac. I'm an asshole.
Cookie? Sounds good. I'm hitting the gym later.
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Dear Fancyass dramagradschool,
Kelly Hawkins is a hawk. I casted her in a show I wrote and directed because she threatened to claw my eyes out with her talons. I thought that'd be a pretty great gag for a show, right? Epic theater, you know?
She made off with the Dean of Humanities' toupee and several audience members were pooped on. They demanded their money back, and I did not honor their refund requests.
Subsequently, the production won a Pulitzer Prize and Hawkins herself was nominated for an Oscar even though this was not a film or publicly released nationwide. The Academy did not grant her the winning ballot, and mysteriously weeks later several members fell ill with bird flu and the winning actress, Kyra Knightly, checked into rehab for unknown reasons, rumored to be domestic abuse from her model boyfriend. Her publicist stated that the scratches all over Knightly's visage were due to a rock climbing incident. Her model boyfriend however bites his fingernails.
Anyway, to get back on the subject. Admitting Hawkins into your program will no doubt only benefit yourselves as well as your spouses and children, pets (especially rodents and small dogs). I know she has done wonders for me and my senior project production, which subsequently received an A.
Please admit her into your program. For the love of God. Please.
Sincerely,
Sable Yong
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