Wait, so time is 5 PM EST is what I’m hearing? Or am I wrong, and they really haven’t published anything?
My anxiety is so real. This has been my dream school since I was 15 and I can barely wait for the decision. I hope every one of you the best and let’s all think happy thoughts 
@ShadowSaber I hope it comes out at 5 PM EST. I don’t think I can wait any longer.
I’m just watching these Acceptance Videos on YouTube… Lol…and praying that we all react with tears of joy tomorrow!!! Can’t wait!!! :bz
All about balancing the acceptance and rejection videos for me 
Wrote poetry to allay the tension, but wow I’m stressed.
Honestly I don’t even know how I dared to apply to Yale with a GPA of 88 (and I didn’t found a religion on the side or anything), wonder if I’m alone on that, haha
Roughly at what time are the decisions released? Found a 2010 post saying 5pm ET but I ain’t sure
I’ve been writing 14 line poems (some of them aren’t real sonnets) in preparation for the decision. Here’s one of them:
Defer, defer, I think to be deferr’d
For that shall be my true fate, I am sure.
Everyone’s success has been conferr’d,
And I have lost myself to school’s allure.
Each time I get a glimpse of joyful face?
I am filled with anger, rage and regret.
Filled with these feelings, I have lost the race.
When this school year ends, I hope to forget.
Alas! For I shall not check the day of,
But wait, such that I may not face those ones
And act in a manner like one so rough.
When asked how I feel, I cannot care tons.
The inevitable is almost here,
While I lose some friendships, transfixed in fear.
@ShadowSaber I have my Shakespeare sonnet test tomorrow and I still don’t understand what iambic pentameter is, but looks legit to me! Mad respect to you haha, plus relatable
@YGTOZC I’m in the same boat - 3.7 GPA 
But I’m hoping the upward trend will help me out a bit.
@tryingforyale @allgood2022 it’s fake, the moderator @skieurope will hopefully delete those comments
@ShadowSaber amazing!! You should make me one for rejection 
Here’s the 7th one I wrote:
I feel cold today, it may be my fate to feel
this way. I do not understand why
I must continue down this path and cry
Every night as I sleep, as life is too real.
Drifting souls move listlessly, with no goal.
But the end for me moves ev’r closer.
As I realize I have lived like a poser.
Nothing to speak of, no true role.
And leaving these darker things unsaid,
I know my fate is all but inevitable.
Why even try? I am a case of demonstrable
Inability, nothing has gone to my head.
For there never was anything to do so
No spoken word can alleviate this low.
I’ve ended up writing 9 so far, over the course of the last two school days, and I am finally accepting that I have a problem.
@ShadowSaber No you have a TALENT. Can’t be worse than me memorizing last year’s rejection letter lol…
One more day! The suspense is killing me.
This is actually a pretty great coping strategy, despite bothering all my friends to read them (including my friends who got into Stanford and Harvard >.<)
Storm clouds gather as the disenfranchised fragments of my soul converge, birthing thunder and lightning, the pains of their unification. Their torrential integration is the product of my struggles, the eternal battles between self-preservation and perseverance, the struggle between hedonistic mediocrity and the unquenchable, selfish pursuit of achievement. This is, however, not of my own initiation but a consequence of my circumstances, as I approach the climax of the life I have so painstakingly and meticulously crafted. The vagueness of all I have said so far might leave you questioning my sanity, my disposition or the quality of my expression. I couldn’t possibly blame you, for the notions I have so cryptically described are almost as alien to me as they are to you. One thinks one comprehends oneself, that one understands at least the more superficial mechanizations of one’s psyche. The fallacy of this belief is most evident to me now, at the most important juncture of my life, when all the pursuits I have committed myself to shall prove their worth and I myself must prove my worthiness. The flowers of my progress have so far been bright, their nectar sweet and radiance all pervasive, shrouding the pains of my labor beneath the dazzling colors they exhibit for others to see. They shall soon morph into fruit and their taste shall be judged. If rotten, thrown. If sweet, celebrated. I must prepare myself, for I am fragile. Fragility is a dangerous state: a pathetic, vulnerable, pitiable and even shameful condition. Antifragility is what I seek- it is what I must achieve if I am to survive the whirlwind that approaches, if I am to survive the whirlwinds that will become an inalienable characteristic of the life I have chosen. Hence, I have made a decision – a conscious and purely autonomous decision to unify the contentment I have long suppressed with the ambition that I have bolstered. Much like parents do with their offspring’s imagination, I shall imbue my zealousness with reality- temper it, tame it and pacify it.
Such things are easy to say, much harder to be true to. I feel failure approaching. I can sense the impending doom. It haunts me, torments my existence and weighs me down. Strength is what I seek, power over my emotions is what I desire. Yet isolation is what I truly crave- isolation from the external realm and isolation from myself. I have nowhere to hide. Like encaged cattle, up for slaughter, I must accept my fate- hang on to the smallest scrap of happiness that I can find and amplify it. I am too small and insignificant to contest the wrath of destiny. Man lives on hope, but I shall live without it….
I applied for CS+Neurosci, idek why I’m writing poems
@Hesienbergbitch Yep. Metaphors/10.
Just finished my 10th one:
Just over twenty four to go, no more.
As the day of decisions will come fast,
My hands are clammy, as I feel a bore
Creep on me, hoping this will be my last.
Only twenty five will get rejection,
Am I in that group? Or should I have hope?
Mind left in the chill of trepidation.
Feeling like walking on a thin tightrope.
Should I have my volume on, at that time?
Hopefully hearing those bulldogs cheering.
Is it true I’m already past my prime?
Watching my flimsy dreams disappearing?
Just over twenty four to go, no more.
Waiting expectantly, for what’s in store.
Hi! I’m sorry, I’m not a 2022 applicant (yet) - it’s just that I think Yale would be a great fit for me, but I feel a little insecure about safety in New Haven… I don’t really know if this is the place to ask, but if any of you actually had the chance to visit/know the area, could you pleaaase help me out and give your opinion? I would appreciate it so much
Wrote that last week while obsessing over Yale^
Adoramus te rex gloria
Cum gaudia infinita
Jubliate deo omnia
In saecula infinita
Jubilate Deo omnia
Rex Gloria
Sancto Spiritu Gloria
Jubilate omnia
Sancto adoramus
Rex Gloria
Hi, I’m a current Yale student and I think that I can give you some insight on New Haven. There are many rumors that New Haven is such a dump. I will say that there is not really causation to be worried about your safety. Being honest, I’ll tell you that there are parts of New Haven that are very sketchy and that we don’t generally go to. However, downtown New Haven (Yale’s bubble, so to say) is a fairly lively and safe place. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my time at Yale thus far and haven’t felt threatned once! Good luck! @ts2022
Anyone got requested Q1 grade report?