the wait for a decision. Just a few days after my final submission, I am already beside myself with anxiety. To top it off, I caught a typo (repeated word, out of place in sentence) in one of my Wharton essays. Embarrassing, but not a major deal as my other essays are typo free. Just embarrassing that I made the oversight.
I find myself analyzing what on earth I'll do if I don't get into one of my target programs. I have no desire to attend a lesser school. If forced to apply again (need to get rid of that thought), I want to avoid changing employers. But, for many reasons, I'm at the point in my career where I'm having trouble even contemplating the thought of staying on for another year.
Ack!
As for my chances, I feel good about my about Kellogg and o.k. about Wharton and Haas. I feel that I did an excellent job thoroughly researching each school and really driving home the points (with specific supporting details from student/alum conversations and my own reading, etc.) on why each program makes sense and is a good fit for my goals and my background. Although I consider my Wharton app stronger than my Haas app (based solely on the fact that I had an extra month to work on Wharton), Wharton's average numbers (GPA and GMAT) trend a bit higher, which gives me some pause.
Enough paranoia for now. I will know by mid-Feb whether I have an interview at either Wharton or Haas. If yes, then I'll have to wait up to another month on a yes/no/waitlist decision.
On the bright side of things, I have a tremendous, and I mean TREMENDOUS amount of free time on my hands. What did I do with myself before I started this whole process last May? I honestly can't remember. One activity that has kept me busy is celabratory drinks. This weekend I ended up having quite a few beers... though not enough to suffer any serious day-after ramifications... just a bit of sleepiness. As a matter of fact, I should be meeting up with SF MBA blogger
Marina (and hopefully some other Bay bloggers!) soon, for a celabratory drink. She has challenged me to a beer drinking duel... and I don't think she knows who she is up against! ;)