I know I am not looked upon favorably because of my age and the dignified thing might be to accept reality and just find a job and live with comfort but that is not my style.
In my universe, these are my realities…..
In ten years, I will either have my PhD or wish I had it.
I will not willingly look in the mirror at my ten year older face frowning with regrets.
But if you (times three) reject me, I will be back next year and the year after that etc. etc. etc. and, guess what, I will be another year older and if you think you can justify it and write me another Dear John letter, I will be there again and again and again for you to reject until I drop dead.
You, oh biased admissions committees, are a brick wall in my life,
You are letting me know how much I want this thing.
But I am on this earth to do something and you are in my way.
Yup, that is a sledge hammer, would you prefer a pick axe?