Sifting through my thoughts about the past week is a difficult thing. So I’m hoping writing them out helps me.
I was invited to come interview at Oregon State for their College Student Services Administration graduate school program. The tears I cried over winter break when I realized my Oregon State application would not get there by the deadline are far away. I have my mom to thank for that one: she overnighted my application. Things worked out. Obviously. :]
Last Thursday, less than two months from that anxiety ridden day, I again felt a wave of panic rush over me. It was 3:30, I was just let out of class, and I hadn’t packed anything for my (almost full) week in Oregon. I scrambled to put together 3 professional looking outfits (courtesy of my mother, our White House Black Market trip, and last year’s Target dress pants).
Classy. I know.
I packed my bags and then realized I needed one of those cool looking leather bound padfolios. It was essential. I could not survive without it. But when I got to the book store I did not want to pay $30. So I bought a plastic one for $10. Score.
I drove the four hours to Corvallis from Tacoma that evening and like clockwork, the gray skies, the mist, the hail, and the torrential downpours ensued.
Fortunately, Oregon State is full of forward thinkers because they hooked us up with these sweet waterproof envelope-like things for our folders with all of our schedules and information about the school in it. That is the one thing about schools in the NorthWest. If you know one climate, you know it all. Like Oregon prepared to protect our folders by giving us waterproof covers, I too prepared for the rain. By not bringing a rain coat.
It made me feel more native. More bad ass.
But I got soaked on the walk back to my host students place.
Which ended most poorly for my shoes.
It was their last hurrah.
OREGON STATE WAS AWESOME. The campus was awesome. Corvallis was awesome. The people were awesome. The applicant pool was awesome. The current cohorts were awesome. What I realized most about the program was that it allows you to be creative. Want an internship? Create it. Need an assistantship? Track it down. Wanna take a hot yoga class but can’t find a good yoga studio in town? Hang shower curtains in your kitchen and buy space heaters. Boom. (Meet Julia, my host for the weekend and current first-year student).
My interviews went well. I interviewed with the Student Conduct department and with a panel of a current student, an alum, and a faculty member. I walked out of both interviews (the first time with a post-interview donut in my hand) feeling good. I had no regrets and couldn’t think of anything that I would have done differently.
At first I was thinking… hmm… this Oregon State experience is going to be good practice for my upcoming trip to UVM’s Higher Education and Student Affairs program interview days. But now, I know it was just an incredible experience in and of itself.
I can see myself in Corvallis and I can see myself in a cohort with the people that I met. Now it’s in Oregon State’s hands.
My fate rests in the hands of beavers.
Accept me. I look good in this hat.
Girl in Like with Corvallis
p.s. OSU has a bowling alley on campus. And they sell bedazzled jeans in their student store. I’m sold.