Good while it lasted
Last week I was experiencing a taste of a marvelous opportunity, the chance to go on a scholarship to MIT. It seemed I was doing everything right, it amazed me how determined I was, and the lengths I went to, the fights that went into my head, the energy I brought to the argument: “ I can do it”
I was wearing a yellow cropped jacket that promoted happy emotions, emotions that surpassed the fact I didn’t know the location of the interview.. and when I almost found out, I had to walk for a mile to get to it. The panel of interviewers consisted of two Kuwaitis, and two MIT professors, the Kuwaitis vibe was negative, they’re questions were twirling around how I would take care of my baby, and how my husband will handle it, and why would I be interested in a one year scholarship to MIT, one even pointed out a month can be enough…
The MIT professors, especially Dr Amina, she was so positive, and supportive, she told me that my application stood out among all other, and I was competing with PhD level. Furthermore, my proposal was of a higher level than them. She was simply telling me I was the better candidate of a one seat scholarship.
And last night I got the call that a PhD got it, and the reason was that they thought its much more suited for a higher educated applicant.
Better luck next time, and it was interesting while it lasted.