So I wake up this morning to the dreaded, "I regret to inform you" form email letter that means that my Fulbright was turned down. I wish I could say that I feel something other than bitterly disappointed, but that's where I am right now. Trying to stop the head games before they start, specifically because I'm proud of that proposal. It was a good one and I wouldn't change a bit of it. And it's because I so wanted to do that fieldwork, that it feels so disappointing to have them tell me no on the first round of cuts. Also not really looking forward to admissions decisions regarding other grad schools at this point. What I do know is that the trade-off I made with myself was that if I couldn't go to Ireland, I would get a pet. Hopefully I'll follow through with it.
Peace, Love, and Tunes,