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What Unavoidably Happens When You Get Your First College Acceptance Letter

Its a freezing December afternoon, just a few weeks before Christmas, and you decide to take a walk to the mailbox. You open it up, excited to see what Christmas card came today, when you notice an unusually large slightly crushed somewhat official looking envelope. From the admissions office of [Insert College Name Here.] *Gulp*

You run inside to check the calender, feeling like someone just made scrambled eggs out of your brain. Yup, its really been 4-6 weeks since you applied. Your admission decision is here. *Double Gulp.*

It’s a thick envelope, you rationalize. Everyone says thick envelopes are good, right? But what if something went wrong? What if you didn’t take the right classes?  What if they thought your essay was fake? What if the envelope is thick because they sent back your application with comments about how dismal your high school performance has been. Maybe you should have taken the SATs again. There’s only one way to find out. *Triple Gulp.*

You announce to your family that the time has come. You invited them all into the kitchen, to watch this historic event take place. Mom’s got the camera ready, with the Facebook blast on stand by. Your Dad is already fidgeting, sending nervous glances towards his wallet. Your siblings look bored; they don’t get it yet. You rip and tear at the fancy envelope that holds your future, your fate, your destiny.

And . . . THEY SAID YES!

Tears. Tears of joy. Who cares if it was a safety school, you are going to college. Praise the heavens. And they gave you money. Break out the milkshakes it is time to celebrate people.

You take pics of the cute little folder that holds all your admissions information, and post it to every social media outlet you have; the world needs to know– YOU ARE GOING TO COLLEGE.

As the “likes” flow in, you look up [Insert College Name Here”‘s ]Instagram and follow it. You’re an accepted student now, not just a wannabe, so its cool. You call your Grandma, who cries and tells you she knew that her constant praying would pay off. (Although you do question the fact that she felt the need to “constantly pray” for you…)

And then the senioristis hits. Hard. Homework? What? Do you really have to do it?  I mean YOU ARE GOING TO COLLEGE, its official now, the fancy folder proved it.

You feel…good. You’re relieved that some school, somewhere, wants you. You’re anxious to hear from the rest of your schools.  And yet at the same time, you’re kind of scared. The acceptance letter makes it feel so real all of a sudden. You’re half way through senior year. You’ll be graduating soon. YOU ARE GOING TO COLLEGE.

Who knew one unusually large slightly crushed somewhat official looking envelope stuffed in the mailbox could change your life?