I was expecting next Sunday, as well. Can I just say, though, that it would seem we are a remarkably level-headed crew of applicants...? Glancing through previous years, the angst and the sturm und drang was present in spades. Not criticizing those other years. But it seems we've really learned from them.
Of course, it might also be a result of the past year we've all lived through. The pandemic has taken so much. But maybe we've maybe gotten good at waiting, too....maybe...? (Because seriously, whether you applied to grad school or not, what else is there to do on a Sunday in February anymore but wait?)
Forgive me my rather melancholy musings. Next Sunday, I think, will be different in this thread. Acceptances will come out. There will be celebration. Worry. Unexpressed anger. But we hit the 500,000 mark in the US death toll today. And part of me feels silly wanting to go to grad school so much in the face of such preventable human loss. I know that the world keeps turning and life goes on for the living. But two of the dead were my friends. Three were professional acquaintances. A dear friend lost her mother and father in the same week last Spring.
So for this Sunday, before things get crazy, let me say this: Whoever gets into this program, or any of the others, and whoever does not, I hope we can make a difference in the world with the things we create. To sometimes just entertain, to be sure. Because temporarily forgetting can be its own balm. But to also remind us that there is still hope in this world. That we are still more alike than we are different. That we only walk this earth a short time and time is guaranteed to no one. All the cliches hold. So take a deep breath and enjoy it while you can. Whoever gets in, whoever doesn't, please weave all this real world strum und drang, uncertainty and loss and confusion and division into works of merit that bring us meaning, if not enough to actually change the state of affairs, then to at least buoy those of us still sitting out in the dark, looking to the screen for a light that might hopefully show the way forward, the way out.
To be incredibly obnoxious and paraphrase Tony Kushner paraphrasing Bertolt Brecht, there will be dark times, yes. But there will also be singing about the dark times. So let's warm up and train our voices -- and sing!
I wish everyone the best of luck, presumably next Sunday. But also in the days and years beyond...