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musings of an unemployed postgrad

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the brain works in mysterious ways

so sometimes, my mind does this weird thing where during my sleep, i can explore stuff.  (i know this sounds like i do a lot of drugs, but really, i’ve only mixed tequila and pain killers and that was back in high school)

so early this morning, somehow, i was dreaming about my applications (even though they were submitted on sunday night) and i was somehow going through my Tufts essays.  And oh noes, I realized I wrote a really shitty essay on the account that I wrote it 2 hours before the deadline.  In my dream, I was like, “where is that sentence that ties the whole thing together? why doesn’t this make any sense?”  Finally, I got so angry at myself and woke up pissed off.  Opened up that file and god, I wanted to dig up a hole and die.

so yes, i can write off getting into Tufts.

and my brain freaks me out every now and then.

well to make myself feel better, here is a list of why i probably wouldn’t have liked tufts 

-stupid new england accents (sorry, you can’t deny this) 
-location doesn’t work well for IR despite their “ooh fancy alumni network” marketing materials.  i’ve worked in marketing, it’s just a ploy, i can tell.
- weather is only nice during the summer… and i assume I’ll be working somewhere else so i won’t even enjoy it.  
-i don’t like the cold or the snow
-I hate sports obsessed/college towns/areas.  

Things I might have liked about Tufts:
-refugee studies
-cross registration with Harvard
-cost of living in Medford is considerably lower than in DC

oh well.  whatever.