It took a little over a month after I finally submitted my applications to hear back with the results.
But first, some of the schools had to ask extra questions or clarifying information…you know, just to get my hopes up when I got an email from them.
The worst one was where a school needed me to prove my identity because I spelled it wrong on the application. I shit you not, I misspelled my own name on something that was supposed to present me as a competent, sophisticated, impressive prospective grad student.
Anyway, I did eventually get an email that contained the words I really wanted to read.
No really! A real, not-at-all-being-punked acceptance to a graduate school in the UK!
I applied to five schools, and naturally, the first school I got into was at the bottom of the list – the school I figured I had the highest likelihood of getting into. Although by no means a bad school, I mostly wanted it to boost my ego.
After that, everything came together within a week. A few days after my first acceptance, another one came, then another, and then another.
I also got letters from the two other schools – including my number one pick – but those weren’t quite so fruitful.
Honestly, I was only slightly disappointed by their rejections. I’d already gotten farther than I ever expected.
I also didn’t care that the schools who wanted me only wanted me for my weak American dollars that pay their international tuition.
All I had to care about was which of the three schools to attend, if any of them.
One school (the first) was pretty generic and not worth the cost of attendance for me. The other two schools were both great, but for different reasons. One was a more expensive, highly ranked school that covered more of my areas of interest while the other was cheaper and had wonderful resources in one particular interest of mine.
After some deliberation, I made my choice: the University of Glasgow!
Now back to paperwork!
Yup. Arranging financial aid, accommodation, health insurance, deposits, plane tickets, bio-metric information – to name a few – and my personal favorite: the visa! Government jargon is wonderful.
Fortunately, apparently being American works in my favor in a huge way. It seems that the UK doesn’t think Americans pose any great threat of terrorism, being broke, or bringing deadly diseases into the country. We’re all rich, healthy people with no tendencies toward violence or extremism as far at the visa committee is concerned.
Hey, I don’t care as long as it gets me to Scotland.