<p>As seen in the other threads, I pose the question: what would YOU do come 12/15, 4:30-5 PM, you get that music fanfare and bulldog on your screen?</p>
<p>My answer: I would probably find this out at my school, because there's a theater production that day, and I have to help. So, I'll basically scream on the top my lungs, and then faint onto a couch. When I get up, I'll jump up and down, travelling the hallways, finding anyone I see, grabbing ahold of them, and jump up and down in front of them face screaming I GOT IN!!!! I GOT IN!!!! And then after like 10 minutes, I would realize how embarassing I must look, and then stop.</p>
<p>First, I'll hyperventilate. I tend to do that sometimes in situations that I can't handle. I'll jump, I'll sing, I'll deliberately give my brother a bear hug...It's not an exaggeration to say that I haven't had any human contact with him in a few years (he's a typical guy...so stoic...not at all touchy feely). I'll call my first 10 speed dials...by then I'll be so shaky with happiness (anyone else know this feeling lol?) that I'll not be able to do 7-digit numbers. What the hell, I'll call a random number. </p>
<p>My parents said dinner at one of the best restaurants in the city...a fusion sushi bar...yummers</p>
<p>After, my best friend said she's taking me out for a starbucks peppermint hot chocolate...I don't drink starbucks beverages, but she said it's sooo good that I have to if I do get in, so that's done. </p>
<p>And then there will be MASS beer pong. Even if I don't get in, there will be MASS beer pong. I'm glad that's the constant in this scenario...</p>
<p>That day my sister and I have to leave the house by three or so to take a ferry into San Francisco to meet up with the parents for a work party of theirs. Fingers crossed that the mail will arrive before three (it did today, so that's something)...if not, I'll probably resort to checking the website, though my sister will be trying to pry me away from the keyboard, saying, "Wouldn't you want to wait and get the letter??"</p>
<p>So, I find out. I race around the house screaming (or the car). Grin like an idiot, blast some random Broadway musical that the sister hates but would let me play because I'll be so happy. Bounce around the ferry, jump into my parents' arms whooping with joy, and spend the entire party grinning like an imbecile and bragging to all my dad's work friends about getting in :p</p>
<p>Oh lord, I don't even like to think about it... I wish beer pong was in my future koena... sounds like you'd be pretty well suited to Dartmouth if things don't go your way! haha. But seriously... after I was done being stupefied and driving (rather unsafely) to my friend's house to tell her... I'd rush deliver a Yale sweatshirt to my house for monday so that the mass boasting could finally begin...</p>
<p>The sad part is... all my friends just assume that I'll get in. They don't really understand the process... so it'll be like a "Okay whatever, man..." But thats okay. I'll still shriek with glee...</p>
<p>Lol oh noooo potus, I hope I'm not THAT far gone! Haha beer pong the night school lets out for winter break is an annual tradition within my friend group, and one of the only nights in the year my friends' parents turn a blind eye to extreme drinking. My parents don't really know about it, and I hope to keep it that way. </p>
<p>But I don't know if I could do the whole partying thing 24/7/365...that's my impression of Dartmouth, at least based on my cousin who goes there and all of his friends. </p>
<p>Lol and I think I'm going to rush in a sweatshirt too!</p>
<p>Haha, okay well that clarifies it a bit... As for me, I'd TOTALLY be up for Dartmouth's party schedule (although from what I understand there are a few classes involved in the whole college thing too...) But alas, no blind eyes turned here in the hometown. Have fun though :-)</p>
<p>Haha well from what I understand, Yale's party scene isn't that far off the mark itself...so, hopefully, here's to eyes staying perpetually blind and BEER PONG...perhaps mixed in with some light and truth :)</p>
<p>Me on the phone to my mother (if results are out at 4:30): It's meeeee. I need your credit card number now! (for mass online shopping at the Yale store). </p>
<p>Eventually I'll tell her that I got in to Yale after I **** her off first. <3 She'll be thrilled fo' shizzle.</p>
<p>Then it's hello out for dinner with the parentals, and hopefully an Ivy League bash at one of my girlfriend's on Saturday or vice versa. Roll call...hello Columbia, Dartmouth, Brown, and Yale. I think we need a regulation Harvard acceptance there as well. (But I sense that there will just be this source of tension for a little bit, because we all won't know who got in where, and in case someone gets rejected...)</p>
<p>On Monday morning my Yale pennant will be going on my locker. Also I am also going to walk up to all the teachers who wrote me a recommendation and say "Can I give you a hug?" Followed by incessant craziness of I GOT IN TO YALE! The Humanities office will think I'm whack, but all is fair in love, war, and college acceptances.</p>
<p>Also, I plan on videoing the dancing bulldog image and submitting it on to youtube. You steal this idea, and you die. Assuming that I get in.</p>
<p>Some people are going to rush their sweatshirts and all other Yale paraphernalia to their houses?
Not me. No. I'D DRIVE UP TO YALE AND BUY IT DIRECT FROM THE STORE JUST SO I CAN SEE YALE AGAIN :)
Also, if my two friends get in to Penn, they'll come with me and I'll go with them to Penn. College roadtrip. :)
And probably dinner and a party and whatever else happens that weekend, but it would be the BEST WEEKEND EVER.
VH1 might even do a special.</p>
<p>Haha yes for VH1. I think I'd have to find occassion to visit too... youi know, just to make sure I could withdraw all my apps with some peace of mind...</p>
<p>Lol well luckily that works out really well because I know I personally lovvve college kids, namely the idea of being one...Hopefully in 12 days...hopefully! </p>
<p>Just a side note, but sorry if my former post sounded really presumptuous...what I meant to say was IF I do happen to get into Yale I WILL rush in a sweatshirt...I didn't mean to imply that I'm rushing in a sweatshirt now because I think I'll get in. I sometimes stop thinking before I speak...it's generally a bad habit.</p>
<p>Or Koena, you could've have meant that you needed the sweatshirt on hand so you could either wear it.... or burn it!!!! (Or store it in mothballs for April 1st...) See, I like to look for the best in people!</p>
<p>I was considering getting a sweatshirt and wearing it when I got the decision...but I honestly think I would shred it if I didn't get in...and that would just be a shame since hoodies are basically the best</p>
<p>I think I would drive up to my sister (who's at college within an hour's drive) and treat her to dinner. Then drive her home and go out for real dinner with my parents. Then go to my best friend's house and have a movie marathon all night - the kind you talk about forever but never get around to doing it. Yeah, we're really doing it. The next day I would withdraw $100 or so and go to NYC in the morning to treat myself to the superficial yet real satisfaction of indulging in materialism. Then I'd bum around doing absolutely WHATEVER and definitely DEFINITELY go bowling - perhaps get some Rita's even though it's cold as hell. Oh and I am soo getting Taco Bell. Haha, food = love. As for Sunday... psh, who cares. I'm not doing any homework or studying for any tests. A week later I'll be in winter break anyway. Oh I'd definitely get some really nice Christmas gifts for the teachers who wrote me recs - especially my awesome awesome guidance counselor. Maybe I'll even clean my room for the first time in <em>cough</em> years. Definitely lots and lots of movies and music and television.</p>
<p>Actually, I might do all that even if I don't get in, just to cheer me up. Well, maybe not spend a lot of money, but definitely the movie-marathon-all-nighter and lots of fast food. Cheers!</p>