Oh my god.

One time, I had a really thin envelope from my first choice school in my mailbox. So, I freaked out, but I didn't open it because all of my friends were around. Then I kind of panicked, but I went to dinner, went to night class, went to my friend's cottage for a celebratory "we're done with Senior Sem!"/study session, went to MacKenzie's for water around ten, ran into Jeremy, started crying in front of him because I thought I didn't get into my first choice school, pouted on my friend's couch, drank away my sorrows with some wine, blew off studying for my final tomorrow because I didn't feel it mattered, went to my room, checked my email, saw that Dr. Twombly had emailed me, read it, it said "98/100 on your term paper. Outstanding." So then I cried because I do outstanding work but have no future in my field. Started job searching. Jeremy searched for programs where the deadline hadn't passed (he's an amazing friend, and I love him for this). Then I cried some more. Subtly, so Kayleigh wouldn't see and ask what was wrong.

Then Kayleigh went to sleep, so I opened the letter because I was finally alone.

"Dear Heather, I am pleased to inform you that your application to the Political Science program for Fall 2009 has been forwarded to the department of your choice for official review and decision..."

Not a rejection letter. Not an acceptance either...just what I see when I log onto the website every five minutes. So the wait continues, but at least it wasn't bad news.

Totally just wasted seven hours of my life being upset about nothing.