buckets of sweat

gross.

but that is what the person that was sitting next to me smelled like yesterday.

i had my interviews to get my PhD yesterday. it was horrendously long, tirelessly anxiety-ridden, and there was not a big sigh of relief at the end of the day to feel like we got something accomplished.

i didn't have interviews for my masters in social work, it was just, hey, you did well on the GREs, and you dont' seem like a nutjob, so here you go...go to our school. but, i guess the big difference is when you accept 250 people vs. 6. i guess they wanted to screen a little more thoroughly for nut jobs at this opening.

we had three hours of individual interviews, then a break, then an afternoon of group ones, then a place where we could ask current students their opinions on things.

we are supposed to hear today or tomorrow. please cross fingers, eyes, toes, or whatever you do for good luck for me.