This is planned to be my last post in this space.
I decided to go back to school in July of last year, only several weeks before the start of fall classes. I assumed that I’d have to go to
This made sense to me, since even if these classes don’t end up being transferable to my program (not sure about that yet), they would allow me to get to know some professors well enough that I might be able to solicit some letters of recommendation from them, and it might compensate for my mostly irrelevant undergrad work. It would also give me another opportunity to decide if this is really what I want to do before I dedicate a large portion of my life to it.
I ended up taking two classes at CU last semester from two different professors. I was lucky in that both classes included a great deal of group discussion and teacher-student interaction. Professors generally prefer to get to know a student over the course of a few classes before writing a recommendation, but both professors felt comfortable enough after only one semester because of the great deal of discussion and interaction that they had with me. I also made sure to produce the best work possible, and with both classes requiring a lot of writing, I had ample opportunity to impress. I also went in during both professors’ office hours in order to discuss various concepts introduced in the material, as well as my situation as a potential grad student. I didn’t want to be a bother, so I avoided showing up too often, but I wanted to make sure they had a chance to get to know me pretty well.
In the course of these discussions, I decided that I would really like to apply to a few schools outside of
Selecting the schools was a difficult process. It basically involved a list of all of the best working scientists that share my interests. These people came from a diverse range of schools, so it worked out well. I decided on 14 different programs. This is a number more fitting of a medical or clinical psychology applicant, but between my less-than-germane undergrad degree and not knowing exactly what schools are looking for, I cast a wide net. I wasn’t sure how well the best schools would like me, so I applied to several of those, with enough lower-ranking schools to give me a good chance to at least get in somewhere. At one point I had decided to pare the list down a bit, but I was ultimately unable to do so. One of the professors I’m now in contact with and whose work interests me greatly is from a department that at one point I had cut from the list.
Knowing which schools are the best is more difficult that I thought. The anthropology program rankings are fairly out-of-date, and rankings are so subjective that one wonders how much any of them really mean. Because biological anthropology is so very different from socio-cultural anthropology, archeology, and linguistics, the rankings of overall anthropology programs become even less reliable. My concept of which schools are the best was informed by these rankings, but input of various professors working in the field and their opinions on which programs were the most prestigious and offered the best chance of a quality education and future employment were my main source. I eventually decided on a list of 14 schools, 7 of which were “top 5” according to some reasonable measure or another, a couple others which are top 15 or 20, and 5 more that were not highly ranked but that employed professors that were doing interesting and important work in my chosen areas of study.
I started working on applications the third week of November, and finished up in January. The main thing that took so long was hounding my three referees to get their letters submitted.
I got rejected quickly from one of the top schools, as their combination of early application deadline and impatience made me an easy elimination when they hadn’t received my 3rd recommendation yet.
The next thing that happened was that I started hearing from individual professors. This was unexpected, as in my reading about what to expect I had not encountered this phenomenon. The first one I heard from wanted to get to know me better, but the next one I heard from actually announced that he wanted to work with me and began trying to sell me on his school and research program. A third did likewise.
My confidence increased immensely at this point, as by mid-February 5 of the 6 schools I’d heard from had accepted me. However, there followed a long lull ending about mid-march, when the rejection letters began to roll in. This makes sense now, but at the time it was a bit disappointing. Ultimately, I got into 5 of the 14 schools, so there were 8 rejections in a row after the initial outpouring of interest. This makes me even more grateful that I chose to apply to so many different schools, as it is very clear that different schools are looking for completely different things. I was accepted by the school that the most cited ranking lists as #1 in the nation, but was rejected by a couple schools that barely rank in the top 100. This could be attributed to how well the potential student fits with available advisors, but near as I can tell, I would have fit in just fine. I certainly can’t blame them, as a kid with a lifetime total of two relevant classes and an irrelevant undergrad career wouldn’t knock my socks off either.
Of the five schools that accepted me, one offered no funding so they were quickly eliminated from consideration. Another offered enough to cover tuition plus a little more and was local (I actually did get into Colorado), and the other three promised a full tuition waiver, a nice stipend, and healthcare. They all wanted me to come visit their campuses, and I wish I had more time and money to do so. I did visit the only one that had an actual recruiting event, which I thoroughly enjoyed. While there, the person in charge of funding informed me that the situation wasn’t quite as rosy as I’d been led to believe, due to last year’s large cohort and the departure of a lecturer (and his accompanying TA slots).
This was a source of much grief for me, as the visit to their campus convinced me that this was the school I must attend. When I confronted my potential advisor with this, she told me to remain optimistic and that they would try to get something together for me.
Three weeks later, and my funding just came through in the form of a teaching assignment. I’ll be teaching a 300-level class, so it’ll be mostly junior and senior anthropology majors. I should remind you at this point that the average junior or senior anthropology major has taken many more relevant classes than I have, and is likely to know quite a bit more about the subject than me. I can’t wait.
It still seems possible that I will not have to teach, as there’s a fellowship that could pass to me if a specific person gets an NSF grant (They have one fellowship to offer per cohort, and I'm second in line), but I’m not counting on that. The other two schools offered me fellowships that would allow me to not work my first year, but funding becomes a secondary consideration once it’s available.
I must recap how unpredictable this process is. Not only did I get accepted to arguably the most prestigious anthropology department in the nation during a year when they were accepting far fewer students than they normally do, but they even fought to create a funding package for me to ensure that I would be willing to give them full consideration as I made my decision. All this, while being rejected by a bunch of schools that, had they accepted me, I wouldn’t have even considered. Maybe some day I’ll gain a better understanding of all the ins and outs of this crazy process.
Before anyone gets the impression that it’s all “happily ever after,” it is very much up in the air whether my wife will be making the move with me. This fact may, in some ways, be considered a continuation of my deconversion saga, although that is certainly not the only issue at play.
Writing this blog was instrumental in my decision to go back to school, and I thank the readers who submitted encouraging emails and comments. I hope that my little experiment in the blogosphere has encouraged or informed someone in some meaningful way, but even if not, it has inspired me to begin a new life that I hope will lead to furthering our understanding of nature and our place in it. Thanks for reading.