<p>I am restless/bored/scripturient/not a poet but decided to put nervous energy to work!:</p>
<p>'Twas the night before decisions, when all through the abode
Just one creature remained stirring, a student about to explode;
He's already fretted and worried, and thus ought to be finished,
The longer he broods, the more his feeble hope is diminished;
Really, he reasons, my acceptance chances are daunting,
This whole process seems all so taunting!;
Ah wellsleep tight sweet prince,
Do best and from your mind, college worries rinse!</p>
<p>:P I invite ye all to put down a few lines of your own; it almost takes the mind off the anxiety</p>
<p>‘Twas the night before D-Day, and all through CC,
Not a student was sleeping, and not even me.
Gaston rushed my test scores to Hillhouse with care,
In hopes that my two eight-oh-ohs could compare. </p>
<p>Next day in New Haven up sprung such a clatter:
Acceptance? Rejection? I pray not the later!
Away to my laptop I flew like a flash,
CNN homepage; hello, Dana Bash. </p>
<p>I type on my keyboard with consummate fear,
F5 and F5 as the minutes draw near.
And what sight should soothe right my frustrated eyes?
I’ll find out tomorrow, a sadist’s surprise.</p>
<p>I know in a moment this waiting’s absurd,
UPenn and Bowdoin have already heard.
But good Mr. Brenzel, he hears not my pleas:
“Just wait one more day! Now dash away, please!”</p>
<p>And giving a nod, off of CC I’ll go,
Good luck to you all, for tomorrow you’ll know.
Should Wednesday bring bliss, should it bring epic fail:
We did it for God, for country, and for Yale.</p>
<p>If he started composing the second the thread was started he did it in 29 minutes. Very impressive. Good luck from one alumni interviewer to you all.</p>