That sentence doesn't even make sense. I read it back and thought to myself, "Why would the world's best journalism school admit me when I can't even structure a sentence?" See. Neuroticism.
This whole graduate school admissions process has created the perfect storm for my particular flaws.
I worry too much + I find my identity in my grades + I'm too concerned about what other people think about me + I'm impatient + I never feel like I've done a good enough job + I forget that God has my best interest in mind + I don't take criticism well + I feel everything intensely + I obsess
= I am one mess of a grad school applicant.
Jack, being the awesome brother that he is, sent me these Calvin and Hobbes cartoons. Apparently Calvin and I are the same person.
So now I'm just trying to reassure myself of things that I don't feel. Things like:
- God has great plans for me.
- My own personal value is not dependent on whether or not I get admitted to grad school.
- I will end up with a job. I will.
- Not getting in now doesn't mean never getting in. (How's that for sentence structure?)
- Grad school has no eternal significance.
- And, again, God has great plans for me.
"Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will not be shaken. My victory and honor come from God alone. He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me. O my people, trust in him at all times. Pour out your heart to him, for God is our refuge." Psalm 62:5-8 NLT