<p>Hey guys,</p>
<p>I’m sure that most of you are on pins and needles right now – for those of you on the East Coast, I think this the last night before you’ll find out your ED decisions. I’m a member of the Class of 2008 living in Wilson College, in “The Kitchen Suite,” an epic nine-man suite in 1939 Hall. Right now, however, I’m back at home in California, enjoying the milder weather and working on some final papers due for the classes I’m taking (HUM 216-217, HIS 373, and SPA 207 for the curious). </p>
<p>Anyway, I’ll bet that a lot of you are going to run across problems in the next couple of days – and I don’t mean problems that come in the form of thin envelopes. Here I’m referring to the infamous stories of the mailman that got away, the parent who misplaced an envelope without remembering what it looked like, and so on. While some of you <em>will</em> encounter these problems prior to finding out your admissions decision, let me assure you that no admissions story that I’ve heard compares to mine from last year:</p>
<p>Like I said, I live in California, so I was expecting the admissions package (or letter) to arrive on a Monday – some people in New Jersey had gotten their responses on the previous Friday and Saturday, so this seemed reasonable. On Monday after school, I raced home to my house, slid my car in the driveway at a 45-degree angle, and dashed to the mailbox. I opened it to find . . . a fat package! I felt exhilarated for a moment. Upon further inspection, however, the package turned out to be only a Haverford prospectus. I then flipped nerviously through the envelopes, but found nothing from Princeton. Heading back inside, I checked this College Confidential board and found that several people in Southern California had gotten their decisions (acceptances, deferrals, and rejections), so I figured my decision – whatever it was – had been delayed a day or so.</p>
<p>The next day, Tuesday, I again quickly drove home. Friends at school had been hearing from school upon school: Monday was marked by a Dartmouth acceptance, Tuesday a batch of Harvard rejections. Pulling up to the mailbox again, I opened the hatch to find only a sheaf of envelopes. Gulping, I riffiled through them – nothing! I headed back inside, checked the discussion boards again (finding that literally everyone who lived in my general vicinity had gotten decisions) and sighed. Acceptances <em>did</em> come by priority mail, after all, and it was getting pretty late.</p>
<p>Wednesday was worse. I stewed through school, waiting to head home. When I finally got home again, I paced slowly towards the mailbox, awaiting a rejection. Opening the hood, though, I found nothing. Walking inside, I asked my mother if she had gotten the mail: no luck. I went upstairs to “work” on my schoolwork, instead dashing to the window at every sound of a mailtruck or a UPS van. The hours passed and passed, and no mail came. I was shocked – couldn’t they just give me my well-earned rejection? I went to the Princeton website, looking for a recourse, and noted that the following morning I could call the admissions office for a decision. Call them!!! It sounded dashing. But I couldn’t wait to know.</p>
<p>The next morning, I called precisely at 6 o’clock PST, corresponding with the admissions office’s opening time. A 20-something admssions assistant answered.</p>
<p>“Hello?”</p>
<p>“Hey - I’m calling in for freshman admissions decisions.”</p>
<p>“All right.”</p>
<p>He asked me for a litany of information – name, address, parents’ names, and social security number. After a few minutes of accessing records, he asked me, “Ready?”</p>
<p>I took a deep breath and responded, “yeah.”</p>
<p>My acceptance package arrived the following Saturday; we never found out why it took so long.</p>
<p>–</p>
<p>The moral of this is not to give up hope if it seems to be taking forever for your decision to arrive. I’m sure a lot of you will be thinking it’s over, that you’re just waiting for your rejection, when your decision doesn’t arrive tomorrow, but try to keep your hopes up and keep in mind that a lack of a decision isn’t always tantamount to a rejection. Good luck!</p>
<p>TN</p>