The Longest Month

I know that February is technically the shortest month of the year. This is a case where knowing and believing are two really different things. Last week I submitted my final application for graduate school. Based on my prior experience, I the first week of March is when I will either get rejection notifications or requests for interviews. That makes February the longest month, regardless of what the calendar says. Really well-intentioned people keep asking me where I am going back to school, so it's never far from my mind. In just over a month, I'll either find out where I will spend the next five years of my life or find out that this grand experiment of applying to grad school was just a fun (and expensive) diversion. I'd like to think I am assured of getting into at least one of the seven programs I applied to, but admissions rates for accounting PhD programs are around three percent. That's a crazy low number although better than my chances of winning the lottery. Five days in, 23 to go...