Week in Review (skip down to Friday if you want to see where it starts getting good):

Monday 2/22/10: Wander about from class to class with deep feelings of guilt and shame. Unable to write research paper, pull together ballet, or have a life beyond college. (Be very thankful for Nick at this point.)

Tuesday 2/23/10: Turn in crap response paper to professor I'm trying to get to hire me. Go to appointment at CAPS where some idiot spends an hour telling me not to give up on education while I try to explain to her that I just want to explore jobs in linguistics. Spend most of day in tech rehearsal. Fear that the ballet will never actually happen. Research paper will never be written. Life will never happen even if graduation does manage to come about. Smile and put on a happy face for Lauren, because being a good roommate has got to take priority here.

Wednesday 2/24/10: Table for Coppelia. Sell exactly 7 tickets, including two to a grad student who tells us he and his friend just want to see us fall on our asses. Go to class and sound like an idiot. Meet with professor prepared to hear "sorry, but you just don't have enough experience." Instead, listen to her talk as if I already have the job. Be very, very confused. Be shuffled out of her office after only five minutes. Get home and bang out ten pages of research paper. Stare at my computer utterly stunned.

Thursday 2/25/10: Class. Tabling, sell exactly 3 tickets. Help prep for dress rehearsal instead of work on my research paper. Teach warm-up class. Watch as 25 dancers shoot daggers at me with their eyes as I apparently give the worst class they've ever taken. Endure dress rehearsal. Wait...what? Dress rehearsal went well? Give notes! Be super picky about stuff. Give lots of compliments! Go home and collapse. (Note no working on research paper due tomorrow.)

Friday 2/26/10:
11am - Skip class to table. Sell exactly 2 tickets. Do not work on research paper at all.
1:30pm - Run off to meeting at my prof's lab. Act super flustered and feel certain that I just lost any chance at this job. Talk about my interests and my computer skills. Meet Max, who I actually already met back in first-year through ballet, who is going to train me.
2:30pm - Have it suddenly dawn on me that I got the job.
3pm - Go to EC meeting. Get happiness and congratulations from everyone there (thanks, guys).
4pm - Turn in research paper that magically got done before my meeting (yes it really did!) and return home full of an unreasonable amount of excitement. Nick comes over for celebratory dinner.
6pm - Attempt nap out of happiness exhaustion.
6:15 - Nap interrupted by Ariel with "letter from NYU." Instruct him to leave it on table. He comes into my room instead. Letter is very big. Have it suddenly dawn on me that I got into NYUSteinhardt.
6:20 - Desperately try to get in touch with my parents for the remainder of the evening.

Saturday 2/27/10: Wake up with no burdensome research paper following me around, and with not only a future after graduation, but OPTIONS! Lounge about (or rather, pretend to lounge about while actually being terribly nervous) until 3:30 when it is time to head to Mandel Hall. Prep for and then proceed to run sound for Coppelia. Suddenly know what it must feel like to be a mother (Lauren I am so proud of you). Hope that feeling isn't too creepish.

Sunday 2/28/10: Coppelia again, and then tearing down everything and returning home, ballet completed. Feeling a little empty without a ballet to fuss over, and a little lost with two fantastic options to choose from for my post-college days.

Monday 3/1/10: Mazurka music stuck in my head. Do I really want to move to New York? If I stay here am I being a wimp? Suddenly I don't want options. And now that Coppelia's over, I just want to sleep!

Labels: Coppelia, grad school, jobs, nyu

As I was trying to take a nap this evening (I was all worn out from the fuss of job potential), I was interrupted by my roommate Ariel telling me I had received a letter from NYU. Oh right, NYU. I had forgotten about NYU. Assuming it was a little envelope, I told him to put it on the table. He did not do that. He brought it to be in bed instead.

That was not a little envelope.

In fact it was a rather large envelope, and when I opened it up, there was a letter inside in front of a packet of information. The letter was headed and began:

NYUSteinhardt
Steinhardt School of Culture, Education, and Human Development

Dear Miss Jerkins:

Congratulations! On behalf of the Admissions Committee, I am delighted to offer you a place in the Fall 2010 entering class...

It is not important what the rest of the letter said.

Holy crap I got into NYU's Steinhardt School of Education!!!!

I applied on a total whim. It never occurred to me I'd actually get accepted. But I did get accepted. I got accepted the same day I got a job. This is a good freaking day.

All I can think now is Shit, Coppelia is going to be so awesome if I can keep this luck going.

Labels: acceptances, grad school, happy, nyu