Just when I start to get down, I start to see the path through to the other side. I've been googling a lot today and going through WKU's website on graduate admissions and trying to track down specific details about the process and the psychology programs offered. Apparently, I do have a little more breathing space on the admissions deadline. I have until March 1st to have everything in for the psychology degree programs. Unfortunately, I do have to include three letters of recommendation because they insist that all psych graduate students also apply for a graduate studies assistantship. So that's the good and the bad news. I have emailed for more information from the experimental psych program asking for details on the courses, the research opportunities, and the faculty specialties. Should I not be impressed with that, I suppose I'll be getting a general Psych MA, because i'm 99.9% against getting the school psychology degree since it is only a Specialist in Education degree. I want my MA damn it! Color me selfish, but I don't think I'd be very proud of myself if I went through two more years of super expensive schooling to walk out with anything less than a Masters.
Speaking of expensive, when the hell did tuition get so high? For a semester as a grad student as an instate student, it costs $3400. I used to pay only slightly more than that as an OUT OF STATE student. What the fuck?
*sigh* I hear the hissing giggle of my crawler coming for me down the hall, guess I'll have to cut this short *grin*.
well lil mister wasn't to be placated with a nap, food, playing, or even his new sorting blocks. so it was on with the hat and bra (for mama) and out with the stroller. baby gnawed on a biter biscuit while mom "zooooomed", "whoosh whoosh", and "zzzzzrowred" around the trailer park. It lasted 25 mins, which is pretty good considering how freaking hot it was outside. It was a blessed relief to open the door to home to the nice cool a/c. Unfortunately, lil mister's fussyness came back at the same time. If he had his druthers, we'd spend all day outside doing stuff to visually stimulate him. Reality, however, does not allow for such. J is in bed, for the second day in a row. I'm not sure if he's sick with a virus or if it's just the return of the kidney stones. If we're unlucky, it's both. But the bitter bitch in me says, "another day, another missed dollar for mortgage" *unhappy sigh*.