The good news is that next year, I’m free to do whatever I want, in whatever line of work I choose, anywhere in the United States (or, theoretically, Great Britain). The bad news is it won’t be a PhD program. The last rejection notice came in today.
Next year’s résumé will be extra-padded, though. The schools I applied to this year were actually denied transcripts from Queen Mary, due to the UK system’s slow, obfuscatory grading system. In all likelihood having had grades would have tipped the scales. Just to make sure, I’ll be armed in the fall with a master’s degree, barring unforeseen disaster. I’ll also bring more language experience: a year of intensive Latin classes, for one thing, and in a few weeks I will publish somewhere online my translation of a French essay (!). My 100th CD review will be submitted this week, and there’s also a slight possibility of getting some photography published. A couple writing projects are in various stages of progress.
Bottom line: don’t say sorry or anything like that. I’m not really worried at all. Good things are gonna happen. The best revenge is living well!