At the University of Chicago is a professor whose interests almost exactly match my own, and who turns out to be a really nice, non-psychotic, friendly kind of guy. I'd read some of his work, and he turned up at our seminar last semester for a visit, and we really hit it off. Harvard was nice, but I REALLY wanted to go back to Chicago and work with this guy.
So I filled out applications to Chicago, Harvard, and Columbia. Application, essay, fetching transcripts from hither and yon, paying for extra copies of my GRE scores, getting recommendations, writing checks for the application fees, making sure all the i's are crossed and the t's are dotted, mailing off the applications, the whole shebang. And then the waiting. And the thesing. And the I.N.P.O.D. asking what fellowships I'd applied for, and had I considered a backup application to continue here for a Ph.D., and what not.
And then, what found its way over the electronic transom tonight?
The very professor I wanted to work with more than anyone else in the world just sent me an e-mail admitting me to the University of Chicago, offering me four years of full-tuition funding, and saying how nifty he thought my work was!
Virtual drinks all around!