On December 21st, 2015, I went to my dance teacher’s house to babysit right after school. My best friend, Victoria, picked me up afterward and we went to the mall for a little bit. During the car ride home, we kept receiving messages from our friends. One of the girls texted all of us saying that she had just heard back from Marist College, and to her disappointment, she had been waitlisted. Hearing this, my stomach dropped. I applied early action to Marist, just as my friend had, and I was waiting for the day my dream school would respond to me. A million questions started running through my mind: Did I get my letter too today? Did I get accepted? What if I didn't? I was driving myself crazy. Marist was my dream school since the moment I stepped onto campus for a tour during my junior year of high school. I wasn't exactly sure if I would get in, as I heard mixed responses from everyone I talked to. Most people told me that Marist has recently gotten to be very competitive, and that students had been struggling to get accepted.
Victoria dropped me off at home before either of my parents or my brother got home. Everyone in our family is very on the go. We usually leave the house before 7 A.M. and don't come home until after 7 P.M. I usually get into my house through my garage code, so I punched it in as I said goodbye to Victoria and watched her roll away. I pressed the four digit code, but the garage didn't make a sound. It took me a few minutes to realize the garage wasn’t working and I was locked out of my own house. Victoria was already at work and none of my other friends with cars were around. I called my mom in a panic, she told me to shut up and stop crying like a baby. She’d be home in a half hour, so I’d just have to wait for her at the front steps. It was FREEZING and DARK.
In tears, I walked to the front door to get the mail in hopes that there would be a good catalog for me to waste time reading. I flipped open the mailbox to see a huge white envelope sticking out. The minute I lifted it out, I saw the return address and fell onto the ground. The rest is history I guess...
I knew it would probably be coming that day. I knew and I thought it was going to be a decline or deferral letter because all my other friends got them that day. I fell to the ground hysterically crying, and suddenly waiting outside freezing and afraid didn’t seem to matter anymore. On December 21st, 2015, I was accepted into my dream school.
