Waiting

I hate waiting. I'm a very impatient person. I hate waiting in traffic, in lines at the bank/post office/anywhere, for phone calls, for answers, for it to snow, for the snow to melt, etc. And I especially hate it when what I'm waiting for is important and completely out of my control.

Currently, I am waiting for a specific graduate school to respond to my application I handed them a little over a week ago. It's the only school I've applied to thus far because it's my number one choice, and I'm also very lazy along with being impatient. If I had just applied earlier, I wouldn't be driving myself crazy right now trying to figure out my plans for the coming year. I'd know how long I'd be in Colorado over the summer, what kind of life I can expect for next year, where I'll be living, the status of my financial situation, etc.

I'm not expecting a positive answer from the institution that is mulling over my transcripts as I type this. Which makes all this waiting worse in hindsight. In which case, I'll apply to the next school on my list and go through the same agony I am now.