Thursday, January 24, 2008

Now That My Ph.D. Application Is In, I Can Get Back to Saving the Galaxy...

That's right, folks. My Ph.D. application is in. What a lousy experience that was. Talk about a long process. But at least I got it done. It only took three weeks longer than I originally planned. The worst part of it, of course, was revising my essay on E. L. Doctorow's crappy novel The March. If any of you are planning on reading this book, don't bother. Why waste your time? There are much better Civil War novels out there.

The second worst part of this whole process was not being able to play Star Wars: Battlefront II, which I purchased the day before I started the application process. When I bought it, I told Sarah that I was only going to play it once, then I wanted her to take it away from me until I finished the application. Well, I played it once and put it away. I admit there have been several times over these past few weeks when I have begged Sarah to let me play the game. She stood her ground, and there was nothing I could do about it...until now. I am happy to say that I am back to saving a galaxy far, far away...

If any of you are planning on getting a Ph.D. in English, here is a list of 5 reasons why you should change your plans:

1. The application process.
2. The application process.
3. The application process.
4. The application process.
5. The application process.

No, I'm not considering a change in careers. Yes, I am asking you to pray for me. After all, I wouldn't want to be rejected and have (or "haff" as my students sometimes write it) to go through this process again.


  1. Congratulations Scott! I am glad that you have finished the process and I am praying that you will find out quickly that you have been accepted. Enjoy playing your game!

  2. Will is begging me to play Battlefront II with him right now. Maybe we should battle online. That would be cool...

  3. Wow honey, too bad you don't have anybody to play with you! I love you and I am sooo so so sooo glad you finally got it in. It was, to quote a fairly famous 3 year old, "making me trouble."