Feliz Anos
So fate has a funny way of causing a panic attack. I completed my Harvard/Brown app, but (as odd as it sounds) I really don't want to go to these back up schools. And, my advisor might help with that. He left the country, can't get a hold of him, and hasn't fulfilled his letter. Plus my school shut down for the holidays so no transcripts. Which means, unless I get a fellowship, I am auto-rejected.
The schools I want to go to, have a later deadline that I should meet. I know so little about Seattle, other than the conference visits. And, I know absolutely nothing about Chicago.... Great Professors, Great Research, leads to a career of my choice, but ... will I get in?
For now :
I am in my house in Mexico City. It feels so great to be away from my other house, fresh air (where I am), and good tequila.
My fathers memorial approaches quickly (JAN 2005)
I come from a very odd, but dwindling family. From Israel to (??) Spain to (1485) Russia to US (1908). My family on both sides came on the same boat after suffering severe Pogroms in Russia. We came to the states, for a chance to live.
My Grandfather and his four brothers serving in WWII, one died during. My uncles, and Father all served in the military, it was just the blood in our veins. The stories my family could tell. The closer I get to my father's memorial, the more I wish I would have recorded what he knew.
requiescat in pace father.
So fate has a funny way of causing a panic attack. I completed my Harvard/Brown app, but (as odd as it sounds) I really don't want to go to these back up schools. And, my advisor might help with that. He left the country, can't get a hold of him, and hasn't fulfilled his letter. Plus my school shut down for the holidays so no transcripts. Which means, unless I get a fellowship, I am auto-rejected.
The schools I want to go to, have a later deadline that I should meet. I know so little about Seattle, other than the conference visits. And, I know absolutely nothing about Chicago.... Great Professors, Great Research, leads to a career of my choice, but ... will I get in?
For now :
I am in my house in Mexico City. It feels so great to be away from my other house, fresh air (where I am), and good tequila.
My fathers memorial approaches quickly (JAN 2005)
I come from a very odd, but dwindling family. From Israel to (??) Spain to (1485) Russia to US (1908). My family on both sides came on the same boat after suffering severe Pogroms in Russia. We came to the states, for a chance to live.
My Grandfather and his four brothers serving in WWII, one died during. My uncles, and Father all served in the military, it was just the blood in our veins. The stories my family could tell. The closer I get to my father's memorial, the more I wish I would have recorded what he knew.
requiescat in pace father.