Well, the honest truth is that the process was such a scramble for me that I don't think I could have written anything very coherent about it anyways!
The process went something like this: The deadline approached, I panicked, completed the application with almost no time left and then sent them off just in time.
Due to this scramble, I was concerned about my chances at getting accepted. To add into this excitement, there was another variable. I haven't said anything about it before, but my wife is also a social worker, and was also applying. We needed to get into the same school, at the same time, to make the move feasible.
In total, we applied to four schools total: Two in British Columbia and two from the rest of Canada. Our first letters of whether we got accepted or not started streaming in a couple weeks ago. The first school that came in was our first option. One of us got in, the other didn't. Yikes. That's when panic set in. The reality that we might not even be GOING to a program struck.
And then the second school replied. Again, one got in, the other got rejected. Those next few days were interesting. We started making alternate plans. We'd go overseas! We'd pick up and move across the country! We'd forget social work and move down to the US to become staunch Republicans! (ok, maybe not that last one)
Anyways, a couple days ago, the results from the last school came in. Excitement ensued, as we were both accepted! What is interesting is that it is the school that we thought we had NO chance of acceptance for. It is one of the top Universities in Canada and a beautiful place to live.
So that's it! I'm going to grad school!