GO GIRL!!!
Way to go Welfy! Congrats! As for choice don’t stress it yet. Just enjoy the experience.
Many moons ago, when I got accepted to college, I remember how it felt. I hope you felt half of the joy and relief that I did:
I remember reading that the deadline for letting us know whether or not we were accepted into UCLA was a certain date. Most of my friends had heard yea or nay well in advance of this date. (Sadly, most were nays. UCLA isn’t that easy to get into.)
No word for me, though. I wait until the day of the deadline. Sitting right next to the mailbox (inside the house, so I don’t look quite as pathetic)…
…and nothing. Deadline passes. Great, now I’ve got to call the bastards.
Sat by the phone, working up the nerve to call. Geez, this is worse than a date! I’m wondering if I’ll burst into tears when I receive the inevitable bad news.
Then it comes: “Mr. Young, you were accepted months ago.”
I still have no idea what happened. (Of course, there might have been a happier ending if I MADE something of my life :rolleyes:, but that’s another story)
Anyway, don’t be like me in the following respect: Upon being told that I needed to avoid getting a D or F my last semester of high school I proceeded to do almost exactly that. Three Cs, a B and an A. About a full grade point lower than my previous semester.
Congratulations again!