I was offered a place as a PhD for next year.
This is the most frightening day of my life.
It’s better and worse than anything I can imagine. I don’t have funding yet, so I don’t know what is going to happen. If I don’t get close to total funding, I’m going to have to turn it down. But if I do, it means three more years in Aberdeen.
I haven’t even said the words yet. I can’t. I can’t get them to come out.
I’m terrified and can’t even think about the presentation I have to do tomorrow.
AL
heh. Try anything at all to put it to the back of your mind until after the presentation tomorrow. Then, go out and celebrate getting through both the presentation and being offered a PhD! Remember, you don’t have to do anything right this second - give it a week for the shock to wear off and then go from there.
Congrats on the offer 
Console yourself with these soothing words: “At least it’s not Glasgow.”
Yeah, seriously–you should be celebrating like a mofo right now. Save the worrying for a little later. Break out the party hats and cheap liquor! 