I seem to be moving back to my high school days. 1st was my high school reunion last week; tomorrow I fly to the East Coast to visit schools with my mom (couldn't drag M away from work, but wanted someone to accompany me). Wish me luck as I mumble my way through interviews and try not to sound like an idiot (". . . yes, I like masculinity, I mean, I study it. . . how masculine do you think you are - on a scale of 1 - 10?").
In other news, I have fired a professor from my recommenders list. Not only did he misremember the schools I was applying to as Oxford and Cambridge, he seems to think I am a dolt. Somehow, this doesn't bother me because I know that he is the dolt. He warned me against applying to "big names" simply because I might be enamored with them. When I replied that 1) I was not applying to Cambridge or Oxford and 2) did he not have confidence in my scholarly abilities? he backpedaled and said U.S. schools take a long time. When I replied again and said I had carefully researched schools he wrote back saying he was particularly concerned about the U. of C. and did I know how long it took there and I should look into it.
Obviously he did not read my c.v. and does not recall I am an alum of U. of C. and he also does not take me at my word that I know what I am doing. So, I fired him.
But maybe I'll act like Rory in Gilmore Girls: "Oh my god! I am standing on Yale campus!" "This is Yale's library!" "I can't believe I'm in a Yale professor's office!" "Prof. Martin - what does it feel like to be a Yale professor? Does it make you feel even more manly?"