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Okay. So, I was told that I'd be better off applying to grad school than getting another Bachelor's. Makes sense. I decide to do that. Of course, checking the dates, I find that I've missed the application deadline for applying for the Spring semester, and instead need to go for the May session. Well, that's not really a problem. It's a click of a button. Good!
Except. When I e-mailed two of my former professors, begging hat in virtual hand, my brain had apparently melted down, and I wrote that I was applying for the Spring semester. And didn't catch it. Either time.
I'm such an idiot. :/
Edit: At least one professor is still willing to write me a recommendation. And she was my favorite one with whom I had the most classes, too. Unfortunately, she's /not/ in my actual major, so that other professor is still rather important. If he even remembers me. :/
Except. When I e-mailed two of my former professors, begging hat in virtual hand, my brain had apparently melted down, and I wrote that I was applying for the Spring semester. And didn't catch it. Either time.
I'm such an idiot. :/
Edit: At least one professor is still willing to write me a recommendation. And she was my favorite one with whom I had the most classes, too. Unfortunately, she's /not/ in my actual major, so that other professor is still rather important. If he even remembers me. :/
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Both my professors agreed to give me recommendations! Joy! Happiness!
*dances*