I am so very very very very very stressed about PhD applications. All I can think of is getting that tiny little "Thank you for your application but you are a terrible student and should give up on academia because you are incompetent" letter. Oh brain, you are so awesome, thank you.
I keep reminding myself that one of the professors at York actually wants to work with me, and the other two I talked to were very interested in my work, as was the person I talked to at McGill. I remind myself that I got into Dal on less. I remind myself that Dr T and Dr B would both tell me if they thought I wasn't worth writing letters of reference for, and both have been very encouraging. And yet, the failure brigade in my brain is doing a great job of drowning out the logic.
I keep reminding myself that one of the professors at York actually wants to work with me, and the other two I talked to were very interested in my work, as was the person I talked to at McGill. I remind myself that I got into Dal on less. I remind myself that Dr T and Dr B would both tell me if they thought I wasn't worth writing letters of reference for, and both have been very encouraging. And yet, the failure brigade in my brain is doing a great job of drowning out the logic.