|All this work just to get one|
of these that reads, "I'm happy
to inform you that you'll be
sending us all your money
for the foreseeable future."
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Next: Recommendation letters from three profs for each of three schools. That was fun. I ended up having a total of five professors write nine letters between them, because I chose my recommenders to fit (ish) to the schools that I applied to. Which meant that five profs read my personal statement, which was humiliating, for no reason other than I wanted as few people as possible to read my personal statement.
And speaking of which... I visited the Undergraduate Writing Center, where I worked, three times in the course of writing my personal statement, and had three different co-workers go over it with me in different stages of writing. That was uncomfortable.
And finally, the deadlines. I don't remember a lot about that final week before everything was due, except that I was scrambling around trying to get it all done and politely remind my recommendation-writing professors that it was their deadline, too, all while managing the UT NaNoWriMo club (yes, grad school deadlines happen as soon as NaNoWriMo ends! Aaargh) and trying to finish my own novel. Oh, yeah, and that was the semester I took 18 hours. Yikes.
Would I do it again? Yes, and probably will, if I decide to go on to the Ph.D. level. But it was still an awful process to get through. In the end, I was accepted to two schools and rejected from one. So, here I am being all graduate all over the place.
How do you feel about admissions? GREs? Deadlines?