This fall, I am going to begin an English doctoral program in an absolutely kick-ass department. I visited campus last week and can’t even begin to express how psyched I am to get to work with this group of professors and students. They’re brilliant and open-minded and passionate about what they study, and they seem genuinely excited about what I want to study, too.
The closest I’ve gotten to being able to describe how I feel about this is comparing it to winning a gold medal in figure skating, but with less flesh-toned lycra:
On the down side of this hotness, this means that the T-Dogg and I will be leaving D.C. come late summertime. So for those of you in Mid-Atlantic-Land, please indulge our demands to steal as much time with you as we can these next few months, all whilst bracing yourselves for some sort of going-away brouhaha that will likely involve meat grilling and Italian lawn sports and a criminally dangerous alcohol-to-water-in-the-middle-of-August consumption ratio. And those of you up in the Northeast, get ready for the invasion.
Ed. Note: I shortened this cause I didn’t want the bit about the application process to come off as being all cranky pants in an otherwise happy pants post. If you’d like me to regale you with the horrors sometime, buy me a drink and watch me go.