If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.
~ Andy McIntyre
Woof, ducklings! I thought the application process for J.’s grad school was grueling and soul destroying…but it is as nothing compared to working out how to pay for it!
Where will we live?
How much can we contribute ourselves?
How much, then, will we need in loans?
Federal, private, or both?
and most importantly…
Will we have to sell any kidneys and/or future children to pull this off?
Last night we stayed up past 1am writing (another!) personal statement, this time for a scholarship application. Let me just say here, that between J.’s experience and my editing, we have streamlined this sort of midnight activity to a science. In fact reading the earliest application essays and comparing them to the last one we put together was hilarious – especially considering that earliest and probably least polished piece of work is the one that got him into the school we’re most excited about. Who can fathom the ways of grad school selection committees?
Naturally staying up that late working on something that will only decide the course of our destiny is not conducive to stress free and happy Small Dogs. I was frighteningly stressed and humorless about it all, I’m afraid, but J. seems to find this sort of angst in me amusing – granted I was especially klutzy last night and after midnight all sorts of incoherent things start coming out of my mouth, so maybe I’m better company than I thought.
So far this work is paying off, though. J. has one fabulous scholarship offer to school A and now we’re just waiting to see what school B will throw at us (we’re dreadful tarts, you see, money buys our affections). We’ve callously kicked schools C and D to the curb.
We’ll be making a final decision sometime in the near future. Now if you’ll excuse me, I simply have to go breathe into a paper bag just thinking about it…