I'm sitting at the airport waiting for my flight to the large conference I'm going to this weekend. I'm excited because I get to see all my peeps from back home, and let me tell you, they are a riot. (Also, conference gods, the Universe, God* , and whomever else may be listening: there will be none of the shit that we had at last year's conference. I can't handle that again. Are we clear?) It's in a cool city that I've never been to before, and there are adventures to be had. On that note, from the end of December to the end of January, I will have been in 7 cities in 4 states. Holy frequent flier miles, Batman! (except non-revers don't get frequent flier miles. And a lot of that travel involved driving). I'm gonna present a poster, and I'm pretty sure that it'll be my last one. I've done like 7 posters, and I think it's time to start trying for talks. If I get in.
The Boy and I have been flooded with interviews. And when I say "The Boy and I", mostly I mean The Boy. He has 4 (FOUR!) in-person interviews. I have 2. Unfortunately, even though 3 of these interviews (2 of his and 1 of mine) are at places we both applied to, none of our interviews overlap at all. That is stressing me out. There are still chances that we will each hear from the schools that the other already has an interview to, because we're applying to different disciplines, but it isn't looking good at this point. That leaves 7 overlapping schools, including my undergrad, which would be ideal. If we both get in there and I manage to convince his parents to move out there (which his dad might be amenable to), I would be so, so happy.
Superman already had one and should be hearing from other programs in the next couple of weeks. Roommate has 3 (maybe 4?--including one that puts her in direct competition with the boy), another girl in our program has at least 1, and I'm sure the other person from our class who applied will definitely get a few interviews as well (I haven't talked to him since we left for winter break). We're pretty successful.
Anyway, even though people keep telling me things will get less stressful, I'm not seeing it. Between interviews, the like 5 studies I have to work on for my RAship (we're running out of time!) and my thesis, I don't think this semester is going to slow down at all. Oh well.
*Mom, chill out about the order. I'm not be sacrilegious, I'm clearly being facetious.