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So, for some unknown and unknowable reason, I had enormous anxiety about reminding a prof of the letter of recommendation that she had offered—offered, I might add, without my even asking her for it. I knew she had some sort of thing going on in the autumn, so by mid-September, I'd probably put it off too long. But it was then that I finally screwed myself up to sending off a "hi, hope you're doing well, hope the letter's still on, I'll be applying for my PhD programs in two months—no pressure, just a heads-up" e-mail.
Then, I got an automated message from the department that she was on sabbatical for THREE MONTHS and would be inaccessible until January. I'd worried she might be, but hadn't quite figured something that drastic. So I, you know, withered into a ball of anxiety and desperately tried to figure out other options, but didn't quite give up hope.
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So, for some unknown and unknowable reason, I had enormous anxiety about reminding a prof of the letter of recommendation that she had offered—offered, I might add, without my even asking her for it. I knew she had some sort of thing going on in the autumn, so by mid-September, I'd probably put it off too long. But it was then that I finally screwed myself up to sending off a "hi, hope you're doing well, hope the letter's still on, I'll be applying for my PhD programs in two months—no pressure, just a heads-up" e-mail.
Then, I got an automated message from the department that she was on sabbatical for THREE MONTHS and would be inaccessible until January. I'd worried she might be, but hadn't quite figured something that drastic. So I, you know, withered into a ball of anxiety and desperately tried to figure out other options, but didn't quite give up hope.
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