My friend just had a baby this weekend, and I understand that the process of labour is very mentally draining, in addition to the obvious physical toll. So without an ounce of irony, I finally got my last essay drafted this evening and thought to myself, “This must be what giving birth feels like. Finally this thing is out of me!” I know that I’m not done yet, and there are many revisions to go before I can rest, but the reality of having something on paper for every essay feels like an achievement of great magnitude.
I want to share something that I read in an MBA admissions book that I found at the public library, completely by accident. The author points out that unless something extremely bad happens, like you cheat or fall prey to an addiction, nobody flunks out of an MBA. So, the final exam that really leads directly to an MBA is… getting in.
Wow. No pressure, right?
Anyway, things are truly rolling along now. One of my recommenders spent this afternoon submitting and I got the three emails to tell me he was done. And my list of things to do is slowly but surely getting shorter.
And maybe my craving for ice cream and pickles will subside now…