This post probably won’t be all that substantial, but I’ve got to get it out somewhere. Also, it’s really only tangentially related to writing, but bear with me.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been gathering my application materials for the English Honors program. The main pull of applying for honors to me was how it enables me to write a senior thesis next year, under the watch of a faculty member of my choosing. I’d long given up on the idea of being an honors student, as I was under the impression that one has to be a student in the Honors college in order to participate in English honors. Late last semester I found out that my understanding of the matter was (thankfully) wrong.
However, admissions to honors isn’t easy, and it’s pretty strongly discouraged to apply this late in the game (I, like I imagine many of the rest of the writing minors, am a second semester junior). In addition to applying late, I have accomplished exactly none of the required coursework. I figured the best way to show the English Honors department that I’m capable and worthy of admission was to show that a) I could handle the course work, b) that I had a thesis topic in mind, and c) that I had an adviser all lined up and ready to help me through the year long process. I registered for two honors seminars (one of which also counted as my theory course, yet another component of the honors program) and talked to the only professor who seemed capable of helping me through my topic. I’m not sure if I should name names or not, but trust me, she’s awesome. I set up a meeting with her, told her my plan and waited for her response. With a resounding “absolutely,” she agreed to be my thesis adviser, and I had a solid plan of attack for my application. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly until I hit a major snag.
See, the professor I want to work with, though wonderful, isn’t technically a professor at the university; she’s a lecturer. It hadn’t occurred to me this may end up being problematic, but since I’d asked this professor to work with me at the end of December, things had been a little touch and go between us and the administration. Even after meeting with the director of the Honors English program, I didn’t have a solid answer on whether or not I could actually work with who I wanted to work. “I’d like to say yes, but the issue is above me,” I was told. The only thing to do was sit around and wait.
Well, fast forward to today. I was finish up an interview about the writing minor in Sweetland. On my way out, I managed to run into this professor of mine. She was with a student, but stopped mid conversation in the hallway to flag me down. “Hey,” she said. “I heard from Jennifer. I can be your adviser.” I actually let out an audible “YESSS” in the middle of the center, which in retrospect was probably pretty inappropriate, so sorry to anyone who was trying to conduct a tutorial. I just couldn’t hold it in. Ever since the idea to apply to English honors seeped into my brain, all I can think about is how excited I am to write this thesis. I’ve read books on my topic, I’m doing a ton of non-required reading, I’ve gone to talks related to my topic in order to get ideas for sources–what I’m trying to say is that I’m a huge dork and I’m so glad I’m this much closer to getting to write this crazy thing that’s spiraling further and further out of control in my head on a daily basis.
I still have yet to be officially admitted to the program, but now that I know that all my proverbial ducks are in a row, I think I’ll just have it that much easier. Now all that’s left to do is write my statement of purpose.
Gaaah! I’m so excited!