Hi, guys-
I have applied to two graduate schools (Penn and Cornell) and I am on the wait list for both. It's June and it doesn't look good. I'm getting REALLY desperate and I am thinking of visiting the schools to meet directly with an admission officer or whoever. I would like to plead my case, so to speak it.
Is it really lame? Useless?
I don't know what to think.
What do you guys say??
Thanks in advance!
Having no inside knowledge of these types of situations, it seems to me that you are far from unique in this situation- a million kids have been in the same spot, sweated it out, and been handed down their fate at the appropriate time. I suppose a swing-for-the-fences stab at taking destiny by the balls might be an admirable act, however, so whatever you decide good luck!
I'd learn about proofreading before doing anything else.
That's just me.
Thanks, BKW!
I feel like I have nothing to lose.
(Sorry for the typos--I'm pretty nervous tonight and typing fast. Too late for a run but beers will do.)
Well, I don't know what programs you're talking about, but if you're really overqualified (in a technical field, say) and you've gotten rejected from everywhere else, someone in your department (in my department there were a couple of professors around whose jobs were to help undergrads with various problems) may be able to talk to their admissions departments and get you into one of them. I would try to talk to the people at your own school first.
It would do no good. You are dealing with buracracy, my boy! The people who have your paperwork were employeed because they helped some chicken get elected. They don't give a hoot whether you get into school or not. They only want a cush job and if you go to plead your case, they will have a somewhat less cush job and they will hate you. Your app will fall accidentally into the incinerator.
Being on any wait list for grad school is a kiss of death. They fill their quota and then put all other apps in a stack. Dust settles on the stack. Rodants pee on the stack. If there does come an opening, some political hac has a son who would never even make it to the stack. They will take him. The stack will slowly get smaller under the weight of dust and slime until someone carelessly shoves it into a box and sends it to some storage room where it will sit forever.