Anyway – I was all set to go.
The university sent the forms for me to register, and pay, which I filled in. I contacted my future supervisor about any recommended background reading or preparation, and I waited with excitement and anticipation.
Then, in passing, my husband casually said he had seen a funded position that I might be interested in.
At first, I brushed it aside. Money is great, but there is a certain power to be had in paying for your own education. I liked the control and the flexibility I had.
But then I did eventually look at the position he had mentioned – it appeared promising, but the closing date was the day before. Oh well, I thought, I have nothing to lose, so I sent in an application – with a CV that was now out of date.
I was truly shocked to be offered an interview. Unfortunately, I could not make it, so thinking they would immediately rule me out I asked for a Skype interview. Again, I was surprised when this was granted. The interview didn’t feel like it went particularly well, but that was OK. I was happy with my part-time, self-funded PhD that was starting in a week’s time. That was what I had been building up to for a whole year. That was where I was going.
I was offered that PhD. Fulltime and fully funded.
Given the work I had put into preparing for the part-time position, and the amount I had needed to put in place to support myself, and the psychological place I was in; looking forward to starting the following week, I nearly turned it down! Nearly, but not quite.
Money does speak, as does the opportunity to work full time on a single research project. I have quit my main job and I start this October.
Now I am all set to go. No, really!