This is a day for a walk with an ice cream cone. Of course, rather than that I have been at work all day.

I will be thrilled when this week is over. Things have been eerily quiet around campus with spring break in full swing. I've done just about all the tasks that were still needing to be finished, I have attended to every peripheral item I can readily think of, and it is only Thursday afternoon.

It's off to the eye doctor this afternoon, as well. Thrilling, I know. Here's a little nugget of advice to anyone who tends to be lazy with removing their contacts at night-it will cost you. I awoke this morning to the joy of a "corneal abrasion" caused when I yanked the 5 -day old, dried, warped contact lens from my eye. This means I essentially tore part of the corneal tissue because I did not take out my contacts. This also means I get to spend my afternoon getting all manner of fluids dumped into my eye and a leaving with a bill that will likely approach $100 or more.

I could have bought some new contacts for that price...

Oy.....

Now I discover that my colleague is leaving her position, thus leaving her position open, which is a wee bit better in pay than mine. I am already dilligently keeping tabs as our boss has brought it to my attention. The stress begins again. This opportunity could assist me with the costs of graduate school while also freeing up a little more money for living expenses.

This will be the second time I have gone up for this spot, and I was shafted last time. I was fairly greehorned then, but now I have paid my dues for almost 2 years now. Hopefully they will give me the nod and the chance to prove my mettle.

A strange mix of emotions comes when one succeeds in one of their most profound life goals. There's great joy but also a bit of fear-fear in the possibility of failure or of the greater burden of responsibility one bares. It's a complicated feeling, and I think that's normal.

Soon I will start my formal education as a counselor, and I am thrilled and a little nervous all at once. I know that this is my place-I have wanted to be here for many years now.

The journey begins!

I'm in! Woo hoo! All the stress and work came together!

So now I find out from my girl that I helped get into the program that she was informed the department is in the process of taking the applications to the final all-faculty committee this week. So I guess I'm still alive....but still waiting as well, and it looks like letters will be sent out on Monday.....sigh. More hoping and praying and worries.

Wondering when I will have my turn.

A girl for whom I wrote a letter of recommendation to a different Ed Psych program received a call yesterday-she was accepted to her program.

No word for me. Nothing still.

I am happy for her, but starting to become concerned for myself. The lack of information, of anything, is wearing me down especially hard know that I know someone else has been given an answer and I have not. Usually the last ones to now are the ones who are rejected.