<p>when i opened up Harvard's, I was like "oh, snap." but then came Yale's, and when I read "Congratulations," I pulled a dime bag out of my pocket and blazed up a big fat spliff. I got so high I didn't even know what Yale was for a couple of hours. Ah, good times...</p>
<p>I kinda already knew it was coming, but started crying like a loser. My neighbor came over to make sure I was ok, haha.</p>
<p>I kinda expected to get in at my first choice (since it was one of the easiest ones to get into that I applied at) so I wasn't all that excited. I said "yahoo" and then went back to doing homework.</p>
<p>First thing I did when I got in my top choice was call my parents and we all screamed together.</p>
<p>hahah LOL to the one that said he smoked and forgot what yale was.. Congrats to all you guys.. party it up before its too late =]</p>
<p>I threw up.</p>
<p>Well, I only applied to one school for undergrad and my MA, but I can say what I did when I got accepted to Rice for the PhD.</p>
<p>Rice was the school I had my heart set on (although it would probably not be quite accurate to call it my first choice). I was wait listed for over a month. I found out I got in about four days before the decision deadline. I was so happy because I had been stressing so much. I could not think to write...and so I just told the grad director how excited I was and that I could not talk right then, but would after I calmed down.</p>
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<p>Went down to Safeway, bought a 6-pack of Jack Daniels, got wasted, and had wild & ravenous sex with my girlfriend.</p>
<p>I felt cooler than Superman and Batman put together. Screamed my a$$ off and just went generally ballistic.</p>
<p>I didn't. </p>
<p>Kind of glad, now, though.</p>
<p>Havent got one yet... But, hey dont wanna spoil the mood here! :) Applying next year.</p>
<p>Saw the decision, smiled, couldn't believe it, went back and checked it again...</p>
<p>But I did all that in a university library, so I couldn't scream or jump up and down.....or else, imagine the reaction from those university students</p>
<p>Then...turned my wallet upside-down to look for a quarter to call home on a pay phone (yeah, I don't have a cell phone...pathetic, right?), then dashed to my mentorship class which I was already 45 minutes late for.</p>
<p>Say "omg omg omg omg". I was at Borders on my laptop. Strange looks from men in business suits.</p>
<p>Nothing... b/c it didnt happen... but when I got a full ride from one of my schools, I must say I had on a what seemed to be a permanent smile. :-)</p>
<p>What did you do?
D waited in vain for the scholarship that never came, then picked another favorite school, with free tuition.(-:</p>
<p>Pretty much stared at my computer, and wondered if they'd made a mistake (the website was all screwy at the time...).</p>
<p>my mom called my cell phone and i was in shool. even though my calculus teacher was annoyed that i disrubted her class, she knew that it was good news and i just had this big shock face. my friends took pictures of this moment.</p>
<p>Way back on December 15...</p>
<p>I started getting very nervous when I was cutting and pasting my password and PIN into the website... I kept telling myself, "It's okay if they've rejected you, you can hardly blame them if they have, almost everybody gets rejected from Stanford, being part of that 89% is no shame, if you've been rejected you have 7 other applications ready to go out, it'll be a pity to have to pay all those application fees but you will get accepted by one of those other colleges, it'll be okay, you'll be happy wherever you end up going, it would be nice to go to Stanford but hey, you'll never learn to cross-country ski if you go there..." </p>
<p>And then I clicked on the link to my decision. And I started to read it. And it said "On behalf of the Office of Undergraduate Admission, it gives me very special pleasure..." And I thought something vaguely along the lines of, This can't be some sick joke. So I kept reading, "...to offer you admission to Stanford's Class of 2011. A hearty congratulations to you!" And I got up with a big grin spreading across my face and walked to my dad's bedroom and I told him, "I got accepted." And he smiled and said, "Oh, that's wonderful! Good for you!" And I went and hit the "print" button on the computer and then my mom walked in the door and I said, "Guess what, Mom?" and she said "You got in?" And I said "Yes!" and she gave me a little hug. Then she told me to call people and share the good news, but my grandpa was the only one who picked up. </p>
<p>Later my dad gave me a jar of pickled herrings to celebrate. I don't like pickled herrings despite my Norwegian background but he made me try one anyway, then he ate them himself. (It's his side of the family that's Norwegian.) :p</p>
<p>Felt kind of numb, since I was incredibly busy at the time. It didn't sink in until a month or so later.</p>
<p>And actually, I teared up a bit, because a girl who's been really sweet to me for years didn't get in, and that made me sad . . .</p>