After having come down with a cold and sleeping for about 3 hours last night, I showed up looking more or less ready to go in my Gramp's grey suit and handsome overcoat. For those of you who are West Wing fans, I was having Josh Leimann fantasies all day. At more than one point I caught myself doing the little strut he does.
Anyhow, I think everything went quite well. I came here with the suspicion that this place would probably not work. And though there are still some things that I don't particularly like about the program, I would say that it's like a solid A-. You can't complain with an A-. But I'm still holding out for a solid A.
The faculty are young, eager, and have created a very collaborative culture in the program that is noticeable. The students all seem satisfied- many of them in an I-didn't-expect-to-end-up-here-either sort of way. Interviewing with three different faculty members gave me a sense that these professors definitely care about their student's success. Interviewing with the different students it was clear that there's a healthy amount of space for students to craft a unique career path for themselves. I dig that. Dr. Cavell, the professor I'd be studying with, presents like a great blend of no-nonsense professionalism and happy go-lucky southern fun. I think he likes me. We'll see what kind of offer I get.
I'm praying that I don't have to use the flight insurance I serendipitously purchased for this flight. It seems as though an ice storm has blown in here and could cancel my flight tomorrow. But who knows? That's really sort of the question of the day: who knows?
This was a poopy post.
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