And as G.I. Joe says, “Knowing is half the battle.” I suppose killing is the other half (which ironically never happened on G.I. Joe).
I heard back from the only program to which I applied. I have been ‘offered a place to study for a Ph.D. under the supervision of… .” Apparently, my proposal and the 100 quid I stuffed into the application worked well enough. I also had to pay quite a high price for those letters of reference (this is sarcasm lest anyone mistake it). Needless to say, we are extremely happy, after all, it just feels good not to be rejected again. Also, this program and supervisor is an infinitely better fit for me with a much more prestigious university. When I was reading rejection letters last year, I wouldn’t have ever summoned the notion that it was possible for things to work out like this.
Anyway, this is the is just the fun part: knowing that I’m accepted. The coming parts are where all the work is at.