Belated Announcement
So. You know when you get news that’s so amazing that you don’t quite dare tell anyone yet, in case it’s taken away from you?
Well, that happened to me about three years ago. And as it turns out, when you have some seriously hardcore anxiety AND get accepted to your dream university, you decide not to announce it until you get the formal acceptance letter. Or maybe until they’ve accepted the tuition money. And then wait until you get there.
And then until you matriculate.
And then until you get through the first really tough semester.
And then until you return from your pandemic-induced year off.
And then until you finish the thesis.
And then until you get the grades.
And right now, I could either wait until my actual graduation, which, due to shenanigans involving the pandemic, international travel, and my mother’s obsession with wisteria, will likely only happen in another year. Or I could finally announce that I’ve been accepted to the University of Cambridge graduate program in Classics.
And while I’m at it, I’ve also finished it. This girl has a Master’s!
