So I got my application submitted mere hours before the PSU deadline. All of my transcripts and references went through. Woot! Now I get to sit back and wait to see if they call me for an interview. Apparently only 400 people applied for the 60 spots, so it's not like I have any competition or anything. I clearly have nothing to be nervous about. Especially not this paragraph from my admissions essay where I talk about how my clients trust me:
This trust means there is approximately a six-minute delay between the initial handshake and the moment I’m inspecting naked genitalia under a magnifying lamp. The result of this just-add-water intimacy is that my clients (both men and women of all shapes, colors, ages and sizes) not only drop their pants for me, but their shields. They tell me everything. I hear about their broken marriages, their narcissistic mothers, their anxieties and self-doubt, their low self-esteem, their body issues, their sexual abuse, and, on a good day, their triumphs. And while I constantly strive to be a good listener, I wish I had better answers, or, at the very least, better questions.
I'm in like Flynn, right?
The thing is, I could've written a very academic essay about my accomplishments and why I want to be a counselor, but I figured I'd just be me and write it like a blog post. I hope it works because the more I think about it, the more excited I am about going back to school. Even if it's not this year, it is a life goal I intend to pursue.
And for the record, I'm not doing it for the money. Did we not discuss this yet? I would like to live above the poverty line and some day help other poor, single mothers do the same. That's about it, though. I want to become a therapist because I think it's what I'm supposed to do. Something about me (my openness? my fearlessness? my utter disdain for judging anyone whose shoes aren’t on my side of the closet?) makes complete strangers comfortable telling me their secrets. They've done it my whole life. So pursuing this path just feels like I'm finally listening to what the universe is trying to tell me.
So cross your fingers for me, will ya?