Application time!

I’m in Berkeley. I’m here visiting the business school. Mainly because Chris Kluwe lives nearby and I miss having him close, but also because it’s a pretty good program. Or so I’ve heard. I’ve never experienced it. I’m not a good reference.

I submitted my MIT application on Monday. It was the earliest deadline and a good starter. The application was average in terms of essays/prompts, amount of information, etc. I haven’t visited yet, but really like a lot about what the program has to offer. I also think the location would be great. One down… 7 to go?

Next Wednesday is the infamous Stanford deadline. I went and tried to psych myself out today by looking at application stats and stuff. Only 7k people apply for the less than 400 spots, so, it’s not like it’s impossible… My essays are in “okay” shape. Questions like “what is your favorite place” and “what is your favorite thing to read” give me not only the opportunity to let my personality shine but also make an ass out of myself in less than 300 characters. If I had to guess, I’d say 23% of applicants get an interview. If I’m not in that bunch, I’ll be a sad cat who failed. If I’m in that bunch but then don’t get in, that’s okay. At least I tried.

I’ve also been maybe over-doing it lately. Work has been pretty busy, Girls in Tech stuff is in full force, and I’ve been getting up every morning at 5am to work on my essays. Yesterday I just wanted to come home and sleep but I had already volunteered to help out Tix for Tots at the Lynx Game, they kicked ass, by the way. And now today I whisked off to Berkeley, delayed flight and all.

I’m just going to be so relieved when it is all done and I can impatiently wait for months on end.

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Vanity

It happens in every relationship. Things are going so smoothly and you think nothing will get in the way. And then something happens and it is just so crushing… you start to second guess everything, wonder if this is it, the straw the breaks the camel’s back and everything is over.

Joe and I had one of these events today. We were shopping at Ikea for shelves for pictures. I found a cute idea on pinterest of just having a few of shelves so you aren’t putting tons of holes in the walls. We found just what we were looking for which was lucky.

End Result
End Result

We also found some things we weren’t looking for though… like, a painting. It was pretty cheap, $129 for a fairly large canvas picture. We started seriously talking about it, and he was a tad weary about buying art at this point in our lives. I then remembered the other super awesome idea I had about getting a picture of me on a couch printed, to put above the couch. Get it? It’s ironic.

I said we could skip the canvas art because that’s where I wanted my portrait to go. He looked at me like I just said the craziest thing he ever heard. I was pretty serious in my statement, so obviously I was taken aback by his hesitation. Long and short of it is, Joe thinks that is incredibly vain to have a larger than life picture of yourself hanging in your living room. He thinks people will think poorly of me. He then brought up Alex Rodriguez, who apparently has paintings of himself. I’m definitely not suggesting anyone actually paint it, let alone put half my body on a horse.

Anyway, we decided that I’m not there yet, and got the one from Ikea.

End Result
End Result

It’s a little expensive to get a mega picture of yourself on a canvas and what if I make the wrong decision on which picture? Joe is also putting his foot down on it being in a main room, which is where he and I just don’t see eye to eye. I agreed to get others’ opinions on it… so, what do you guys think? Would this be awesome or vain above the couch? I think it fits my personality of confidence

Courtesy of Greatbigcanvas.com
Courtesy of Greatbigcanvas.com

Another year

I’m sitting at Buffalo Wild Wings right now, just a hop from Macalester. I originally set out to go to the one by the University of Minnesota; it is the closest and I was just looking for a quick lunch while working on essays. Then I saw hoards of teenagers and remembered it’s move-in weekend. First, hundreds of teenagers is scary on its own, but being near the U on this weekend meant they were all “finally free” and a little more rambunctious than usual.

I decided to come to Macalester’s BWW because if I’m going to be surrounded by any brand new college freshman, I’d rather them be of the higher quality. Kind of kidding, I just feel safer here… in the, omg teenagers are scary type of way. I wonder how much homework I would have done here had this place existed when I was in school…

It’s crazy that it has been another year. So much has changed since I graduated from Macalester two years ago… I lived on my own, met Joe, found a job that I love that I am advancing in, bought a condo, spent lots of money but only have velvet furniture to show for it, got involved with Girls in Tech, discovered technology was a passion… and am now preparing for the next phase: business school. I might even argue that I’ve changed more these two years than I did in the last two at Mac…

I like who I am, I like who I am turning out to be. I know I’m not perfect, but sometimes I pretend to be and others sort of believe it, which is neat. Other times I find myself in a deep dark hole not knowing how to dig myself out… here’s to always hoping I do :)