How Did You React to Seeing: "You are Admitted...Congratulations!"

CurseItToHades
Tue, 27 Apr 2010 23:25:48 +0000

March 26 had been a chaotic day. I had come home to find a thin waitlist letter from Pitzer. I then found out online that I had been waitlisted by Wesleyan, which was not high on my list at all, but the trend still threw a wrench in my afternoon. Then I got a notification from Reed (which was high on my list) notifying me that decisions would be emailed out at 5:00. I eagerly logged on at 5:00 sharp, but there was no email. I refreshed the page over and over for about 20 minutes, but nothing came. I came onto CC, where other Reed hopefuls had concluded that the emails were being sent in alphabetical order. I am a W. I was too nervous to do anything else, so I sat around in college purgatory, refreshing and refreshing until 7:00. Finally I received the email, opened it, read the cutest acceptance letter ever, and fell asleep.

I thought this would be the last of my happiness, and it ended on a bit of an annoying note. But the awesomeness didn’t come until the next morning. I awoke, still feeling totally neurotic in the aftermath of the waitlist conga line and the Reed suspense. My mom nagged me all morning, and I was in a ****-ass mood. Around noon, my mother began calling my name from downstairs. I was really annoyed, and shouted “WAT!?!?!” to which my mother replied, “Don’t you ‘WAT’ me, woman! There’s a big fat envelope from Pomona here!” I hadn’t been expecting to hear from Pomona for another week, let alone get in, and I freaked out. I jumped up and down, ran down the stairs, and opened the envelope. The cherry on top was that I had received enough financial aid that I could actually go, so I ran outside and shouted “Oh my Gawd!” and “It’s furreal!” over and over again like a totally idiot. It was awesome, though.