The list grows shorter and shorter as I cross out potentials due to geography or lack of faculty that enthuses me, usually right before the deadline because I am fickle and indecisive.
The most recent victim is University of California, San Diego. I've been oscillating on this choice for some time, mainly because California's never been a particularly shining beacon of hope for me. I know it is beautiful and there is sunshine and the Pacific Ocean, but New York City (aka looming skyscrapers, asphalt, and limited sunshine) sounds so much more appealing.
And with a $60 application fee and no real intention of venturing to California, I don't think that the stroking of my ego is an appropriate reason to apply.
So currently the graduate school count is eight: New York University, Columbia, University of Michigan, University of North Carolina, Brown University, the Courtauld Institute, and University College London. The two schools in New York City are vying for top choice and two the schools in London are acting as potential fall backs. And the University of Florida is my safety school.
If I am not accepted to any of these programs--actually, if I am not accepted to my New York schools--well, the effect would be soul-crushing. I have wanted to study art history since I was sixteen, and I've wanted to live in New York City for ages. I am glad I remained in state for my undergraduate education, as the umbilical cord was not yet cut and I had a sizable amount of maturing to do. But now I feel primed to take on the fucking world and become some kind of force in academia and the museum/gallery scenes...
...I just hope that these schools see something in me.
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