Almost Done

Classes ended on Tuesday and I have officially handed in my final essay for my English degree. Now all I need to do is tackle my final exams and I will officially have my first degree! I am left torn between feeling excited for what is to come and feeling reminiscent of the past four years. I'd like to say it will be tough to say goodbye but ... I'm a tad more excited for the next few years! I will leave longing for the years during my undergrad for when I've become an avid work-a-holic.

On a separate note, I was on my way home to study for my exam - that happens to be tomorrow - and I was chased by a skunk. I had no idea skunks felt so passionately about my front porch until today. I must make a note to show them how passionate I feel about them creating a home under my deck - or maybe I will just leave a stick of deodorant outside and we may all live harmoniously together! They are rather cute - when they're not chasing me through the side of my house.

Maybe I should take this as a sign that I have studied enough for one day.

Some Bad News and Some Good News..

First things first - the bad (ish) news - I have been put on a wait list for the September session at my school of my first choice. However, this actually sounds rather promising as they go through two wait list acceptance phases. The first phase is after applicants have either accepted or denied their applications. The second phase is after the due date for fee's passes. So, hopefully there's a few people that either deny my school of choice or forget to pay the fee by the end of June. I've been told I will hear as late at July if I am accepted into the September session.

The good news:

I've been accepted in the public relations program for the January - again at my first choice for colleges! So, though my dreams may have been put on hold for slightly longer than anticipated, I am  relieved to know that I'm not considered a complete knob on paper - unless it was my face-to-face interview that allowed me to be accepted for the January session!

Hoorah! Finally a wishbone that has been broken in my favor!

Results...

The sweat and uneasy jitters for the past two weeks have come to an end - a very disappointing end. As expected, due to the late response, I have been rejected. Rejection is painful and has seemingly tossed me into a spiraling downfall of complications. My second application has yet to be heard from.

It is apparent that a rejection letter is more difficult to write than a congratulatory email. I would have appreciated a rejection email as painfully waiting for a letter within today's modern technology is far too tedious.

My wonderful mother has given me a sense of enlightenment - education is based on how one looks on paper and not how one represents themselves. I pride myself on my optimism and capability to inspire those based on my charisma.

I still have hope - as the final school I'm waiting to hear from had a face-to-face interview (my stronger attribute). I am expected to hear back from them by March 31st.

My plan if school does not follow through:

1. Hopefully get an internship at the company I have secretly been applying to - which by the way, is the perfect job for me. I absolutely adore what I have seen from them and I cannot see myself working anywhere else. I have found the one!

2. If I decide a certificate in public relations is necessary, I will apply again for the January session at all three schools once again. I am hoping with some experience under my belt, I will be seemingly more "appealing" on paper.

3. Get my dream job by convincing the company that not only are they perfect for me, but that I know I can do well for the company!

First things first:

Convince the person holding the interview for the internship position that I stand out from all 200 applicants!

Ticking Time Bomb

Tick, tick, tick...

As I wait for the results of my interviews, my palms sweat profusely. I have been told I should be expecting my acceptance - or rejection - letters by the end of next week. For the first school I applied to, my letter was expected to be in by tomorrow. I have yet to find any evidence that this date will be met.

So far this week I have had but one break down - due to being notably overwhelmed. It was a rather embarrassing soliloquy - I had intended tears to be shed further down the road of next week. I was reminded that my success will only be as accessible as the effort's I am willing to put in. Ah-ha! A spark of enlightenment.

In the mean time - I must complete four essays and a midterm by March 15th. Feeling as though I am an assassin of papers, I must prepare myself with the proper equipment and ever-so delicately draw out my plan for each victim - starting with American Literature!

My Story

Throughout my education, I have become empowered by the art of language – and as faux pas as it may sound – with great power, comes great responsibility. The question remains, what do I plan to do with this new empowerment? I plan to eloquently dissect and execute my life in order to better understand the world through the eyes of the now educated – as I have newly been baptized into the art of the English language. 

 

Currently, I am a soon-to-be graduate with a bachelor of arts in English. To my surprise, this degree will open up the same amount of doors as a cat could open – not impossible, however, very improbable. My degree does, nevertheless, open up the door to more education – another way for the educational system to suck the money out of our wallets. 

 Realizing early enough that my only option was to continue my education, I recently applied to graduate certificate programs at a few local colleges for Public Relations– oh the cleverness of me!  I have completed one interview with one of the colleges and, though it did not go as planned, it was not awful. I suppose it was a wake-up call for what to expect for my upcoming interviews. 

With my PR certificate I plan on entering the slaughter house of the corporate world – communications. I will hopefully prove myself to be an appropriate candidate to my future interviewer's. And so, today is the day that I will begin to track my journey to become a professional communicator. I will share the hardships, tear-jerker's, and the - hopefully - successful moments as they are thrown at me for the months to come. This is Alisonay, signing out.