Mastering your Master’s Application..amongst other things
I know I haven’t been writing a whole lot lately; with the exception of the occasional recipe, attempted chef-like activities or photos, I haven’t really felt the urge to write anything of substance. So, after having this box open for an hour, and fighting continuous battles against the bum in me, I’ve summed up some courage to make slightly-more-than-half-hearted attempt at blogging.
When I started my blog, writing used to come naturally. I would see/hear/feel something, and immediately feel a rush of excitement charging my fingertips to just…write. Regardless of the content, topic of discussion, mood or time of day, I wrote. One self-indulgent narration after the other somehow seemed to entertain my audience, and I enjoyed being able to express myself through this medium of communication.
After a couple of life-changing events, the ‘emo’, frenzied writer in me somehow gave way to a different person – an adult, perhaps? For one thing, stepping into my first job, that too at a government office killed most of my creativity. As progressive and un-government-insitution-like my office is, it still transforms each one of its occupants into zombie-like-robots, if there is such a thing. Furthermore, office lingo aka formalized language which is constantly scrutinized and subject to HR’s approval, is definitely a killjoy for bloggers. Life somehow becomes serious, and that sucks big time.
Why the realization, you ask? Applying for grad school, or Masters, as many call it. Why do they refer to it as a “Masters” degree in any case? Who, better than yourself, can judge whether or not you are the Master of something anyway? Do you really need to a)drain your wallet and move mountains just trying to submit an application, b), endure another 2 years of academic abuse, as if undergrad wasn’t enough c)still come out unemployed and *really* broke this time at the end of it…just to become the “Master” of a particular field?
Off topic. Back to this post. The realization of this inability to write has been a long time coming, but applying to grad school really triggered it. Case in point, letter of intent. While researching how to write the ‘best’ letter of intent, I bookmarked a couple of interesting websites:
- University of Waterloo: Career Services guide to a Personal Statement/Letter of Intent
- University of California: Tips for a Graduate School Statement
- The University of New Mexico: Statement of Intent
On its own, each tip sheet seems great, and I do admit, I definitely used some pointers here and there. However, and not to undermine any one of the 3 institutions, but when you put ‘em all together, they were a whole bunch of contradictions! If you do have the time to read them, you’ll see what I mean.
Anyhow, the bottom line is, a personal statement is ‘personal’ because it is, in fact, unique to the person writing it. There aren’t, and cannot be set rules or guidelines to dictate how you should present your ‘intentions’ or personal experiences, because no two people have those things in common. Just keep your eyes on the prize, and write what your heart tells you to, more than what the mind expects you to. When you truly feel it all come together, it’ll magically flow out in writing.
At least that’s what I did, and that’s exactly how it felt: the bliss that arises from penning down heartfelt mumbo-jumbo. It was probably just the candy induced sugar-rush, but writing that letter of intent somehow really felt like magic.
And I think I just felt it again.
