The hardest (and most anxiety-causing) of the graduate school application is…not writing the personal statement. It\’s getting the transcripts (why does it take 7-10 days to process a single sheet of paper?!). Getting the letters of recommendations (my recommenders the graduate students and professors they are PROCRASTINATED).

I really love the idea of me attending school for another 2-3 years, but can I really afford it? Is it really worth it to dump myself into semesters of getting in papers on time, finishing projects by 11:59:59 PM…?! My dad said he had a sudden relevation of his future (aka obtaining his masters degree and PHD) when he was staying at host family\’s house for the holidays. I had mine (or you can call it a quarter-life crisis) about 2 years ago and I still haven\’t resolved it.

And in…great DRAMAH! I received the following e-mail yesterday in reference to my old journal (I had downloaded it from scribble.nu before it went defunct).
Hi
I stumbled across your bad bad dream log… I am Destiny. Why did you use my name? How could I possibly have stuck in your head for this long? I have so many questions for you, please keep in contact with me.
Thanks,
Destiny

I have always been cautious in my current blog. Never to give too much information away. But three years ago, I didn\’t know there would be such a search engine like Google. I sent Destiny a happy-joy-joy e-mail telling her how I remembered. Because she was the new kid at the end of 5th grade, I was grouped with her and the other 5th grade outcast to share a cabin at camp. I have always wondered whether she chose me to be in her group, because I remembered choosing her. The following year in middle school, I entered the smart kids but outcasts group. She crossed to the other side of the train tracks, to put it lightly. Why would she have many questions for me? Evidently, she\’s married now because her e-mail address was a different last name.