<p>Thanks for the heads up. Gluck to everyone else as well, even though it’s still two days away.</p>
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<p>Dear Yale,</p>
<p>Since being deferred on that fateful December day, my mind has wandered away from you. Some may even say I moved on. I researched my regular decision schools and fell in love with most of them one by one, spurning the ones with which I did not. I wrote more essays (though none quite so sweet as the ones I wrote for you) and answered many questions that started with “Why?”</p>
<p>In the time of our separation, I worked harder than ever. I joined a city council, almost earned an A in Calculus, and finally won that outstanding delegation award. I fought off senioritis and learned how to make challah instead of steamed buns. I sent you a letter, casting it into the sea of mail I know you receive each day, hoping you would hear me.</p>
<p>In February, I was accepted to my safety school and but then waitlisted by my 6th choice school. For a moment, I thought I was not enough. And then last week, I was accepted by my second choice school. Yale, at that point, I had almost forgotten why I was so enamored with you–why Harkness’s bells seemed to resonate so sultrily with my soul and why I thought the Branford swing would let me go anywhere.</p>
<p>I once saw this on a Bumper Sticker: Behind every woman is a man who did her wrong and made her strong.</p>
<p>Yale, you are that man to me.</p>
<p>I love you. And coming back to you this last time, I remember our softer moments. I remember sitting inside on a rainy day with the fire at my feet and your viewbook in my arms. I remember the old rush of reading about the Sustainable Food Project and FOOT. And even now, I remember the way thirty Asian tourists surged out of a bus on my very first visit to you.</p>
<p>No matter what happens, what we shared should be kept in the Beinecke Rare Books and Manuscripts library. Because there can be no love quite like it again.</p>
<p>That is, unless, you reciprocate my feelings.
Please reply quickly. Before the USPS lays off more workers.</p>
<p>Sincerely,
Me</p>