<p>J-FO!!! Ahh i love you so much!! I hope you know that! :D</p>
<p>So I had this whole plan that if I got in, I would try to trick my mom out and be like “Mom. I have some bad new…” and then after a fake cry be like"I’m sadly going to have to miss school to go visit my new college!!!" But the plan didn’t work. I was so excited I just started screaming and jumping up and down until I couldn’t breathe, then went out with friends and family for sushi =))</p>
<p>I went to Wal-Mart and bought a big box of Wilton cookie cutters…to get alphabet cookie cutters…and I made cookies with the letters of my son’s school and the numbers '13 …iced them and everything…turned out great…fun surprise… my feeling was that if he was accepted, they would be tasty…and if deferred or denied, we would all enjoy getting in the last bite…
luckily, he was accepted…and the cookies are tasty…will package a few to go into school tomorrow for a few significant teachers and coaches who helped shape my son. It takes a village!!
We will all sleep well tonite…</p>
<p>maineparent, I may steal your idea – what a great way to share the news at school!</p>
<p>geek_son is now a Mudder. When I saw the size of his envelope today, I consulted with his Grandmudder about the best way to celebrate. She said that college acceptance letters should be read at the kitchen table, and I should make him a pizza or something and put the envelope at his place on the table. So I dashed home and hid the envelope under his placemat.</p>
<p>Well, I didn’t have time to make a pizza tonight, but I casually offered to pick one up for take-out. He said, Nah, let’s eat there and relax for a while. I was dying, but ok. So we ate there and then stopped at the grocery store, where I surreptitiously picked up some ice cream.</p>
<p>Auditions for the big musical are going on this week, and he was in the mood to practice. So he did, and I looked on and gave some feedback, for the next hour and a half. All this time the envelope was screaming at me from its place on the table. Finally I suggested that if he was done, maybe he’d like some ice cream? Sure, but first he wanted to run through two more songs just one more time. Aaaaagh! OK!</p>
<p>So after the last song, he headed for the freezer, got out the ice cream, and made a move toward the computer and his favorite networked game. No way! I had slipped the envelope up on top of the placemat, with the plate on top of it. I said, Hey, let’s sit at the table and enjoy this together. He said, Huh, why? I said, Let’s just do it. Finally he sat down and noticed the envelope… opened it and chuckled at the gold embossed chemical formula on the nearly frictionless black folder… opened the folder and saw the word, “Congratulations!” … then said, WOW, I’m accepted at Harvey Mudd!</p>
<p>Then we ate our ice cream and he made a couple of calls – first to his Surrogate Godmudder (Christian student leadership counselor) and then to his Grandmudder. Then we did a little victory dance. And now he’s on the computer, playing his favorite networked game. :-)</p>
<p>I had imagined having the hoodie, balloons and school-colored cupcakes all ready to go but in the end there was no way I was going to tempt fate. My daughter was too scared to check the link and retreated to her bedroom. I clicked and saw her acceptance and said wow. I ran upstairs to tell her, she smiled and said okay, just give her a little time to process. An hour later she came down all smiles and we ordered the hoodie. She just was so sure she wasn’t going to get in. It’s really such an emotional process, even with desired results they may need a little space.</p>
<p>S smiled, I screamed when I read not only the acceptance but the merit letter!! He is a low keyed kind of guy…but I am not…then ordered pizza</p>
<p>Well…my D DIDNT get in to her “dream school” two years ago…an ED decision that ruined her Christmas. But the week after Christmas a very good low match school came through…we were sitting at the dinner table eating supper…nothing special, just spaghetti. The phone rang. The voice on the other side asked politely, “May I please speak to Ms. …” I asked sort of shortly…“May I ask who is calling, we are eating supper” The voice replied “I am from <this> university”. I shrugged and handed her the phone. It was excellent news. They called to say she was in and had been awarded a very prestigious scholarship! What a surprise! Totally out of the blue! We didnt expect the big merit award at all. That REALLY changed her outlook on life. Her smile returned and we got to work on the other RD applications, all mailed off by January 1. Then the wait. Then the good news again from SEVERAL. Then the Spring Break trips to visit her final three choices (including the one that gave her that huge money), then the final decision…tick tock tick tock tick tock…April 29 fast approaching…what to do? what to do? She took the plunge and accepted at Fordham University in New York. She is extremely happy and thriving! In fact, she was informed today that one of her term papers was the first ever PERFECT score on a term paper by that professor in many years of teaching, and he was submitting it for publication and prize money. So what was a very sad Christmas two years ago, turned into a wonderful experience! She is on cloud 9. And has never looked back at the school that dumped her (rather unjustly in my view, as she had the scores.) Oh well, their loss is Fordham’s gain! </this></p>
<p>Best of luck to all of you in these anxious times and even better luck once you get there!</p>
<p>Merry Christmas to everyone (and Happy Holidays to the rest).</p>
<p>We waited all this past weekend as others for ED got their letters. It arrived with the second round of mail at our PO box. I took it to school and waited for her between classes. Just so happens she was walking with her head down and texting me…I stuck it under her nose as she walked …She was absolutely over the moon.</p>
<p>way to make me depressed</p>
<p>Awww! I love these stories! they’re so uplifting! I hope I’ll have my own acceptance story to tell a year from now…</p>
<p>Two weeks ago, I had to go to a work related function at night. When I called home to remind my DS that I wouldn’t be home for dinner, he asked when I would be home. (He never does that!) I was an hour later than I had said. When I got home, my DH said in a stern voice, go upstairs, your son has something to tell you. I thought something was really wrong! Then, my DS told me he was accepted to Rutgers. It’s his safety, so not that exciting to get the first acceptance. My DH told me later that for the whole hour I was late, my DS kept asking if I was home yet every ten minutes.</p>
<p>Nice that he really wanted to tell me.</p>
<p>Now, we will see what happens when he finds out about UMich…latest is Dec 24 - only 8 days away</p>
<p>At my house we do hugs. I got a hug when I got into each of my 4 safeties, and a bigger hug when I got a scholarship to Drexel. If I get into Georgia Tech, my #2, I expect pomp and circumstance over hugs lol. But I’ll post if it happens :D</p>
<p>my parents whipped me and locked me in the basement.</p>
<p>^^^dude, that is seriously not even funny.</p>
<p>Here’s what happened at my household when I got into undergraduate school (several years ago…medical school now, which is a whole different/crazy story).</p>
<p>I was told what day I would find out if I was admitted to my top choice, but they failed to mention how I’d find out. The day came and I went to school. It was a busy day, so I honestly wasn’t thinking about it in my head too much (i.e. worrying). It did help that I had business applications class that day and we had a project in the computer lab, so I was able to check my email all class period long. I also checked my cell when I got the chance. I wasn’t sure if they’d call my house phone. My mother later told me that she heard the phone ring a few times at home, but she missed them because she was in the shower. She contemplated hopping out to grab the phone just in case, but she ended up not doing it.</p>
<p>In my last class we were working in groups on a project, so I checked my cell and saw that I had an email. I didn’t want to get caught using my phone and have it taken away, so I just waited until the end of the period. I checked my email and saw that I had been sent a letter from the school. Holding my breath, I opened it and saw that I was accepted! I was relieved and a bit flustered.</p>
<p>I didn’t have time to process it because I had to rush to pickup my niece from daycare before heading home. By the time I had dropped my niece off at her dad’s office and got home, I had managed to process everything and then began trying to decide which parent to call first. I decided on my dad, so I called him, but no answer. Then I called my mom and told her while she was in the salon. She broke down over the line. I was like, MOM PLEASE DON’T MAKE A SCENE! She decided to come home right away before her hair was dried. I then told my Dad and he was pleased. My mom came home crying and I was a bit embarrassed. Later we had cake/balloons and my mom talked about it all night long.</p>
<p>My story sounds like crap compared to a lot of these lol.</p>
<p>I did an allnighter because I was watching Cats the musical (more of an opera imo, there’s NO speaking, just singing!). After that was over, I checked the local news station’s website and it said that school was closed. I then watched A Clockwork Orange, but I was tired because of the allnighter and I fell asleep. Six hours later my mom woke me up and I checked my cellphone for missed calls and I saw that I had a text. I whipped it out and saw that I was accepted to Loyola University Chicago. I whispered to myself “holy ****” because it was totally random. I then handed my phone to my mom and told her to read the text. She was really excited and my dad congratulated me. Before this LUC wasn’t exactly at the top of my list, but after the acceptance it’s tied for my number 1 choice (I just need to visit the campus first).</p>
<p>I applied early to my top choice school with little expectation of getting in (had braced myself for a deferral). It was the 15th of December and I had heard that decisions were to come out at 5pm, so I was of course at the computer refreshing the website constantly to no avail.</p>
<p>I had actually been sick that day and missed school, so I had mostly finished the app for my Dad’s alma mater throughout the day (my second choice). Somehow, my mother and I managed to get into an argument over whether or not the recommended date of December 15 to turn in regular decision apps had a lot of significance or not (me, the laid-back procrastinator, insisted that it was no big deal if they were turned in on the 16th). She got very angry at me and left to visit my aunt a few miles away, saying that she would let me turn the RD apps in “late” if I wanted, but should not expect any assistance from her. I felt bad and called her cell a few times, but she shut it off because obviously she was still mad at me. </p>
<p>All this time, I had been updating the application status page with no results. Happening to be on CC at the same time, I saw a post that jogged my memory - the result website was at a different address than the app status page! I went to type in the correct url, and halfway through typing the full url appears in the prompt/previously visited bar (I had never remembered accessing the site before, so a bit strange). I clicked on the link, and was redirected to the acceptance page! At first I did not believe it and logged in and out a few times just to make sure, but each time the same music and personalized letter popped up on my screen! I did not celebrate, but just kind of sat there smiling and eventually I gave myself a pat on the back and a “well done”. It was quite satisfying. </p>
<p>Five minutes later, my mother returned, and after I apologized for our previous disagreement, she forgave me and asked if I had any news? I kept a fairly straight face and told her I was deferred. She was incredulous at first (somehow she was sure I would get into this supertough school EA), but then after 30 seconds or so she caught on and I told her I actually did get in! She gave me a big hug and made me call all of the relatives to let them know (after calling my Dad, who was on a business trip at the time - all he said was “No way!” as if it was impossible haha). So after all the calls were made I sat down and finally finished the other app, pleased with both myself and my incredible luck.</p>
<p>I was a regional finalist for the Jefferson at the University of Virginia (it’s a somewhat prestigious scholarship) and thought I rocked my regional interview. A few days later I found out that the competition from my state was top notch, and only one person from my region would be chosen.</p>
<p>My mom texted me that “some guy named John called today” and I realized that he was the head of the interviewing panel. I called him back when I got home from school–</p>
<p>“Kristin! It’s John. It’s so great to hear from you! I was just calling to tell you that we chose you to be St. Louis’ finalist for the Jefferson. You had such a great interview and were such a pleasure to get to know. We wish you the best of luck, and congratulations on your acceptance to the University!” </p>
<p>As my top choice and a significant reach for someone out of state, that phone call was awesome. I was beaming ear to ear, told my mom, told the rest of my family, and we went out to our favorite neighborhood restaurant while the good new sank in. It was perfect.</p>
<p>Our son had been on pins and needles for days, as his ED school, Haverford, mailed letters Wednesday 12/10 and we still had not received the letter in Saturday’s mail, even though we live an hour and a half away and kids much further away were getting theirs. So he came home the following Monday during lunch, sure that he would get the letter that day. We all arranged to be home that afternoon, including his big sis, who is home from college. But the mail still hadn’t come when it was almost time for him to go back to school.</p>
<p>So our son got in the car and chased down three or four mail trucks until he found the one for our route, talked the carrier out of our mail, and brought it back to the house. He opened the letter in front of all of us and the first word he read was “congratulations”. Of course, tears all around, and then we brought out a Haverford Baseball shirt we had picked up at the recruited athletes’ weekend and saved for the hopeful occasion. He wore it proudly to school the next day.</p>
<p>I got my Notre Dame letter in the mail yesterday. It was my mom’s birthday, so I didn’t tell her when she came home. She even asked me if I’d gotten myu letter yet and I said no…</p>
<p>When we celebrated her bday at dinner, the card I made her had a PS: “I got into Notre Dame.”</p>
<p>She freaked out and both my parents cried. (they are alums)</p>