| Oct. 6th, 2009 @ 01:07 am Why I Do, What I Do |
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Current Music: Far From the Home I Love - Fiddler on the Roof
So I don't know how many of y'all are interested, but I submitted my Javits today, and I found the process very useful in attempting to determine what I want to do in English, and why I want to do it. I've put the final version of my statement below. God only knows if it'll get me the money I'm asking for, but I do know that it helps explain "why I do what I do," in the words of the song that is going through my head, "far from the home I love."
In other news, I held my own in Theory class today; we'll see how long that lasts. I also had a massive, massive hassle actually turning in the fellowship. One of my recommenders is at Sussex, in England, and he had to DHL me the recommendation or it wouldn't come in time. So DHL shows up when I'm not home, and they not only don't leave it, they can't even read his handwriting as to what my last name is, so they think that my name isn't on the list of people in my apartment (since my last name is Goldfarb, not Goldfiris [don't ask how they got that out of Goldfarb]). But at least they leave a note saying so. I call their helpline, and it doesn't get answered; rings for minutes on end without picking up. So I call the number on their contact us page, and they answer, and tell me that usually you can't get a package the same day it was undelivered, since the driver's route is so long that it doesn't get back to the warehouse during open hours. But I got the lady to at least put in a request so if it did come back before 9 (when the DHL warehouse closes) they'd call me and I could go pick it up. I frantically look up how to get there - need a car, look up Zipcars - and whether there is a USPS open that late, since I still need to MAIL the application packet after getting this letter. Thank God, it says there is one downtown open 'til 9, with automated post office open 'til midnight, meaning I can probably get it out; goodness knows if it'll be postmarked correctly, but a receipt from that day is also a proof for the USDE, even if the postmark is wrong. So I wait by the phone. And wait. Four hours later, I get the call I'm waiting for: I can come pick it up. But it's 7:30. I need to A) get to the Zipcar, B) drive to O'Hare (which is where the DHL office is), C) get the letter, D) drive back downtown to the post office and E) mail it before 9 (or at least get to DHL before 9, when they close, but I really want that postmark). I run to the Zipcar, speed to the DHL office, and get there at 8:30. Get the letter, rip open the DHL packaging and find...an unsigned envelope, which is bad since the envelope has to be signed, according to the fellowship rules. I take a chance and rip that open: signed enveloped underneath. Whew. Stick it in the packet, speed to the post office...fail to find the post office. Google Maps thinks it's on the left...it turns out to be on the right, as I find after wandering around for about 5 minutes and abortively calling my parents to check th address. Sprint into the post office going "I'm late I'm late I'm late" only to find out that they are open full-service to midnight. Mail it. Done. It's in. Whew.
Anyway, fellowship statement of purpose.
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