Just imagine...

<p>This is a dream with one rule: Pton says that when you come to the university you must show the acceptance letter to be allowed to enroll. So...
-MOM, I make myself very clear, NO ONE opens my mail. NO ONE. Do that and you don't know what will happen...
-Okay son, calm down, I won't open your letter, but if I did accidentally it wouldn't be so bad you-
-NO ONE OPENS MY MAIL!</p>

<p>On the 15th my legs are shaking and my palms are sweating. As I walk in my garden I notice that the mailbox is open and empty. My heart leaps to my throat. I run up the stairs, trip, fall down, get up, run. I enter the kitchen.
-Mom, WHY is the mailbox ope...
I suddenly stop as I see my mom trembling with a paper in her hand.
-MOM WHAT IS THAT?
No response
-MOM WHAT IS THAT?
-Oh my god, I'm so sorry...
-NOOOOO, don't TELL ME
I snatch the paper out of her hands, but in the process I rip it.
-NOOOOO, what have you done son?
I look at the torn paper with this blank look on my face. The paper read accepted.</p>

<p>and then you wake up</p>

<p>Ok seriously, u actually sent chills down my spine with this post ......</p>

<p>Haha; you could be a great be a tragic writer. The whole "don't rip it, don't rip it" message was definitely running through my head. It was like the Orpheus story.</p>

<p>lmao I was thinking....I don't get it, why can't you just tape the letter back together? =P</p>

<p>it will never be the same anymore...(my own theory ;) )</p>

<p>That would be exactly what would happen to me!</p>

<p>The other day I was like
"Mom, next week can you not check the mail, please?"
"Hmm, why not?" .. "Ohh yeah, the Princeton letter. But it wouldn't be too bad if I did open it, right?"
<em>wide eyed</em> "Whaat?! It's my mail!"
"Oh ok, well I'm glad you told me then."
<em>me thinking: "yeah me too"</em></p>