Today wasn’t a particularly exciting Monday, just your average back-to-work-after-the-weekend sort of day. We had a quick meeting about a conference I won’t be attending next month in Chicago, and everyone was amused to discover there would apparently be “PIE Sessions” there. Though I’m now disappointed to learn that stands for “Participant Information Exchange,” which seems a poor substitute for actual pie.
And that’s really about it, the limit to the excitement I saw today.
That would be the source of bitter, bitter disappointment for me, too.
But tomorrow is Groundhog Day! We’re going to hold up a Spuddy Buddy toy to the window to see if it sees its shadow (it was brought back from a conference on academic credentials and whatnot). If it doesn’t see its shadow, we’re imagining that it will be leaving its burrow of transfer guides, heralding the early start of the gentle, warm season of conditional admission offers.
If not, we’re all going on stress leave.
That sounds perfectly reasonable.
Alas. Six more weeks of waitlists.