Well, I've received an acceptance letter to a school - granted this is IF I graduate, AND send in my letter of intent, three letters of recommendation, AND I have a good audition. But, barring a really bad audition, I have been accepted to UNLV graduate school, DMA program. This to me is a little strange. I'm known to joke about how old I am, but I've never joked that I'm super mature. One part of me knows that once I begin this trek towards another degree - I guess I'll need to act more grown up. However, a few of my friends have or will soon have this degree, and though they are a bit more put together than I, they're still quite normal.
I guess I have this picture of what a 'doctor' should be like. Think, Sherlock Holmes, with a bit of Poirot - super smart and a bit pretentious, with a bit of hubris, that makes them all the more forgivable. You get mad at them, but they're so good at what they do, and don't realize that they are a bit pretentious, that you are constantly forgiving them.
None of the friends I referred to earlier fit into this stereotype, so I'm not quite sure why it still lingers in my mind, but it is there. Another possible image of smartness that I've logged is that of my hero, Dr. Who. He's a doctor. I don't think there's any way possible to compete with a Time Lord, however. Nor two brainy detectives.
Moral of the story: I should be all right. I'm sure I'll have the 'what the heck am I doing' moments, but hopefully they'll grow fewer and farther between.
cheers.
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How did you get an acceptance letter from a school that you hadn't actually applied to? I'm pretty impressed by that. I have to admit, being married to a future doctor (assuming the Phd apps go well), the mental image I have of what doctors are, ie wear tweed, probably smoke a pipe is hitting up hard against living with a real one.
Well, I did apply to UNLV, I just haven't finished the process, i.e., done the music part of it - auditions, letters of reference, etc.
Does Avram have a tweed suit? He needs to fit in with the inklings after all. (I wanted to say inkpen originally, but that didn't seem right)
Perhaps a bubble pipe?
He does have tweed, Harris tweed even, although just a blazer, not a whole suit (a find at DI). But he forgot it at home, and has been lamenting being in England without tweed ever since. If we want to, we can buy some Harris tweed here for only 160 pounds (320 dollars), and then we could also buy a matching fedora. On second thought, maybe being a professor is overpriced.
(I think as a female doctorate, you'll still need tweed, but can forgo the pipe. But will probably have to grow your hair long enough for a bun. Not that I've ever actually seen one of my professors with a bun, but that's entirely besides the point.)
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