As I've probably mentioned before, I'm applying to grad school programs in Paris in order to hopefully close the distance by the end of the summer. As sort of a back-up plan, I also applied for the TAPIF (Teaching Assistant Program in France), and I heard back from them today. I was wait listed.
Even though I know this isn't an outright rejection, and even though it sort of makes sense that I wasn't admitted straightaway (I have very little teaching experience), I'm still crushed. Being on the wait list, there's pretty much 0 chance I will be placed in Paris, and while living elsewhere in France would be better than being separated by an ocean, it would still seem like two steps forward and one step back after being separated for a year. Also, my French professor really built me up as a shoe-in and told me that everyone who has ever applied at my university has been accepted, and now I get to be the first exception.
Also, as irrational as it is, I can't help but feel like this is a bad omen. If I didn't get into this program, who's to say that any of the graduate programs will accept me? My French is good but not great, my grades took a hit my junior year when I was very depressed, I haven't taken as many literature courses as I could've due to the fact that I concentrated on dance for a long time...I just have so many doubts. I was so looking forward to this as an indicator that I would have an avenue to close the distance, but now I'm just thrust even deeper into the awful uncertainty void until I start hearing back from universities, which could be anywhere from the end of this month at the very earliest until July. I'm just sick of waiting and hoping and my entire future hanging on tenterhooks. It's all so unfair.
Even though I know this isn't an outright rejection, and even though it sort of makes sense that I wasn't admitted straightaway (I have very little teaching experience), I'm still crushed. Being on the wait list, there's pretty much 0 chance I will be placed in Paris, and while living elsewhere in France would be better than being separated by an ocean, it would still seem like two steps forward and one step back after being separated for a year. Also, my French professor really built me up as a shoe-in and told me that everyone who has ever applied at my university has been accepted, and now I get to be the first exception.
Also, as irrational as it is, I can't help but feel like this is a bad omen. If I didn't get into this program, who's to say that any of the graduate programs will accept me? My French is good but not great, my grades took a hit my junior year when I was very depressed, I haven't taken as many literature courses as I could've due to the fact that I concentrated on dance for a long time...I just have so many doubts. I was so looking forward to this as an indicator that I would have an avenue to close the distance, but now I'm just thrust even deeper into the awful uncertainty void until I start hearing back from universities, which could be anywhere from the end of this month at the very earliest until July. I'm just sick of waiting and hoping and my entire future hanging on tenterhooks. It's all so unfair.
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