<p>you know that cliche phrase “you don’t know what you’ve got 'till its gone”? I fully understood the meaning of that last December. When I found out I had gotten in, I was euphoric. The happiest I’ve ever consciously been in my life. Because this seemingly impossible dream I’d had since forever had come true. Barnard had chosen ME against all of the fantastically talented women who had applied there, against the aprox. 40% increase in ED applications, I had been chosen. And this euphoria seemed to push away an iron fist that had grasped my insides for so long, keeping me in this dim little box. I didn’t even realize its presence until I noticed its absence.</p>
<p>I am so glad all of that is over now, because I really dont know how I would have continued on like that. My entire family was on edge from the moment I submitted my application, until I finally received my letter in the mail. I was always so disheartened whenever I watched more clips about Barnard, shuffled through my numerous brochures and books. I wanted so much to be a part of it. Its such a freeing feeling when something HUGE like this goes your way.</p>