<p>Title describes it all. Anyone planning an over-the-top celebration? calling everyone you've ever known? POST on CC in big capital letters?</p>
<p>For me, i think i will start sprinting around my block, screaming "i got into Stanford!!!!"</p>
<p>smile from ear to ear. and then frown at the number i see as my financial aid (big fat 0.. or something close to there) .. and then a confused look because i want to go but don't want to / can't pay 40k a year .. </p>
<p>oh yea, and then call my parents.. or maybe they'll be the ones calling me cuz they'll find out before i do (since i live at school and they get to the mail sent home before i do)</p>
<p>After i was done peeing my pants, I think I'd call up everyone i know who's just as anxious as i am about my college decisions. And then I'd probably die. Some things are just overwhelming</p>
<p>The thing is that I have worked myself into becoming indifferent and actually think succeeded ...to the point where I might not even react either way.</p>
<p>if i get in, then my life will be complete.</p>
<p>then i'll lay back and enjoy rest of senior year. </p>
<p>i might be so excited i jump up and down...</p>
<p>Scream, scream, scream, die, come back to life, scream, die again, come back to life, tell everyone I know (even people I don't like), thorw a party, die one more time, come back to life...</p>
<p>I'd beat in the street after reading CONGRATULATIONS</p>
<p>I'd beat IT in the street after reading CONGRATULATIONS</p>
<p>i'm sure you would</p>
<p>sounds like a plan to me, although a good one? not sure on that.</p>
<p>i'm actually planning my acceptance/grief get-together already.
both involve going down to the quey to get plastered with microbrewery stuff. the latter just has less people going (ie just me).</p>
<p>lol, I will start screaming at the mailbox and probably breakdance on the hood of my car as my neighbors conclude that I have finally snapped and call the police in on a public disturbance</p>
<p>I'd probably scream so loud I'd knock down the house. Then I'd book tickets for the next flight to San Francisco. Then I'd faint.</p>
<p>I would be shocked! Then grab a pen to sign the letter of intent to enroll.</p>
<p>This thread makes me smile.</p>
<p>Although I've accepted the fact I'm probably not getting in (but that doesn't mean I won't be devastated!), I still daydream about the big envelope.</p>
<p>I'd probably start crying the moment I see the return address, and then start screaming and yelling inarticulately (or cursing a blue streak) from the mailbox. I'd be crying and shaking for days; total euphoria. It would be awesome.</p>
<p>hahaha my feelings exactly. i've kinda already accepted my rejection (it's only a matter of time before april rolls around) but i think if i managed to get the thick envelope i'd start crying on the spot. cry, scream (repeat 10x) and pull out my hair. then i'd sign the enrollment thing. :)</p>
<p>whatnem, I'm with you... I'l probably stare blankly in disbelief and think they sent the letter to the wrong house. I also expect a rejection, it's just a matter of time. I'd probably cry too... oh if only.</p>
<p>K guys, I'm not a senior but I think I would just go running up and down the street crying and screaming. I would call every single person in my family and thank them and cry and jump and scream and oh man. Seriously, when I got into Stanford's Summer program they told me over the phone and my mom thought I was dying and my dad heard me too and thought something really bad had happened.</p>
<p>Go streaking down the street!!
(j/k)
seriously though, i think i would die of happiness, abandon school, stop the homework, and scream for hours. I was deferred, by the way.</p>
<p>I'd immediately book a flight to visit the campus...haven't been there since the 7th grade.</p>