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My housemates were watching me open my mail, because I had a couple of fat envelopes. One was from Wisconsin, who has already notified me of my acceptance, and the other was from UChicago. Since all of my admissions decisions so far -- acceptance or rejection -- have come in thin envelopes, I joked that the Chicago envelope would contain a rejection in a fat package just to be cruel.
"Dear Ms. Andrews:
I am sorry to inform you that the faculty in the Department of History was unable to recommend admission."
Sure enough. What the hell.
"However, because of your interest in the social sciences and the strength of your application, the divisional faculty would like to offer for your consideration an alternative for graduate study at the Univ. of Chicago."
They've offered me admission to a one-year master's program, along with some financial aid. I think it might actually be a good idea on their part, though of course I'm unlikely to take them up on it now. But I might see if I ought to go visit anyway.
"Dear Ms. Andrews:
I am sorry to inform you that the faculty in the Department of History was unable to recommend admission."
Sure enough. What the hell.
"However, because of your interest in the social sciences and the strength of your application, the divisional faculty would like to offer for your consideration an alternative for graduate study at the Univ. of Chicago."
They've offered me admission to a one-year master's program, along with some financial aid. I think it might actually be a good idea on their part, though of course I'm unlikely to take them up on it now. But I might see if I ought to go visit anyway.
