No, not Weight Watchers, although this morning was not an enjoyable experience. It does feel good to accept just how bad things are and to be acknowledging it publicly (you know, through the safety of cyberspace). I am only 13.4 lbs lighter than I was a little over four months ago. There. I said it. Now, I can move on.
So, what is sucking the life out of me? These freaking essays for grad school! Sucking. The. Life. Seriously, I think anyone who manages to write even halfway decent essays ought to be accepted. How do you get your career to date, reasons for pursuing an MBA, short-term and long-term goals, and your motivation for attending a particular school into a 900 word essay (that’s for the University of Texas), let alone the 500 words the rest of my chosen schools require? How do you tell about what you have to offer without sounding totally full of yourself? How do you not want to rip someone’s, anyone’s, eyeballs out after writing the essays necessary for just one school?
If this is how I feel after four essays, I’m sure to be dead after 20, or at least completely nutters. I burst into tears today. Tears! Absolutely ridiculous.




