The weather is getting chillier, Halloween costumes are being constructed, lights and spiderwebs are being hung, pumpkins being carved, holiday plans are being sketched out, and the second born Anderson family is narrowing down graduate school choices and studying for the GRE.
I don't know what made me think I would have little involvement in this process... I have spent the last week looking up the average GPA and GRE scores of students accepted into programs all over the country. As well as how many stipends and assistantships are offered, whether or not it's been accredited by the APA, and countless other facts. I have become an expert at skimming and finding the necessities from even the most poorly constructed of websites.
On a side note- How in the world can you claim to be a highly selective, revered program that can offer full tuition plus a stipend to all of its doctoral students, but not afford to hire someone with the skills to organize a website for you?
I fell asleep on the couch last night as Evan was shouting out characteristics from the last couple of schools for me to write down. I woke up an hour later to find him in the bedroom studying (he turned the lights out in the living room for me. I vaguely remember him trying to convince me to move to the bed... I'm not cooperative in that state). He finally turned the lights out around 1, and made me think he was going to sleep. I found him back in the living room working on his personal statement when I woke up for a pee break at 3 - he was already a page in. Then we narrowed our list down and I was able to convince him to go to sleep at 4 am.
Hopefully, after the GRE, once applications have been filled out, the waiting part will be much easier on my husband's sleep cycle. Though I'm skeptical.
I'm grateful for my husband and his strength and dedication. For his patience and understanding. Gearing up for this new stage in our life is stressful, but even more so it is exciting.
20 October 2010
17 October 2010
A Baking Tragedy
Tonight, I made cookies. But they are not amazing.
This occasionally happens, but it is always highly disappointing. Here is how this tragedy came to be:
I was feeling like I wanted to bake something, for the last couple of days actually. Today, I decided I would bake cookies while Evan was at his priesthood meeting (from which he has still not returned). I had everything I needed to make chocolate chip cookies, but I was feeling a bit more courageous so I consulted allrecipes.com, my go-to for new ideas. I found a recipe for chocolate peppermint chocolate chip cookies. They looked, amazing. The recipe was similar to the classic tollhouse recipe, just add peppermint extract and cocoa powder, which I also had. So I made soem cookie dough, which turned out great. Then I went to the freezer to pull out my choco chips, and the bag was much less full than I remembered. No problem I thought, I'll just use what I have, the batter is pretty good on it's own. Well, I was wrong. The cookies are too cakey, and need the extra chips, I really should have looked harder for something to add. I'm sure I could have found something farther back.
Anyhow, more relevant, the Husband has begun the application process for grad school. and by begun the process, I mean he is compiling a list of schools he is interested in which are all in states that are too cold, or too midwest. While I am not crazy about the midwest, the school he is most excited about (in that area) is only about two hours from his brother, which would be really fun. I think I would enjoy being close to some family, and Evan really enjoys spending time with his brother so that would be good for him.
Tomorrow we hope to finish the compilation and begin to whittle down the choices. Evan is looking to have a list of eight schools he likes and then will spend the next two months filling out applications and collecting letters of recommendation.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we end up somewhere warm, but - as Evan keeps reminding me - I can't choose what school he will attend based on the weather of the area. BOO.
This occasionally happens, but it is always highly disappointing. Here is how this tragedy came to be:
I was feeling like I wanted to bake something, for the last couple of days actually. Today, I decided I would bake cookies while Evan was at his priesthood meeting (from which he has still not returned). I had everything I needed to make chocolate chip cookies, but I was feeling a bit more courageous so I consulted allrecipes.com, my go-to for new ideas. I found a recipe for chocolate peppermint chocolate chip cookies. They looked, amazing. The recipe was similar to the classic tollhouse recipe, just add peppermint extract and cocoa powder, which I also had. So I made soem cookie dough, which turned out great. Then I went to the freezer to pull out my choco chips, and the bag was much less full than I remembered. No problem I thought, I'll just use what I have, the batter is pretty good on it's own. Well, I was wrong. The cookies are too cakey, and need the extra chips, I really should have looked harder for something to add. I'm sure I could have found something farther back.
Anyhow, more relevant, the Husband has begun the application process for grad school. and by begun the process, I mean he is compiling a list of schools he is interested in which are all in states that are too cold, or too midwest. While I am not crazy about the midwest, the school he is most excited about (in that area) is only about two hours from his brother, which would be really fun. I think I would enjoy being close to some family, and Evan really enjoys spending time with his brother so that would be good for him.
Tomorrow we hope to finish the compilation and begin to whittle down the choices. Evan is looking to have a list of eight schools he likes and then will spend the next two months filling out applications and collecting letters of recommendation.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we end up somewhere warm, but - as Evan keeps reminding me - I can't choose what school he will attend based on the weather of the area. BOO.
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