Decisions Decisions
After much to-ing and fro-ing, "The Decision" is finally made.
I'm going to the University of Chicago.
So there, now I've said it. Actually mailed in all the "No, thank you" and the one "Yes, please, thank you" letter already, so there's not much I can do about it at this point.
The other two I was really considering rejected me - Princeton, which I expected, and NYU, which I did not expect. The nerve!
At this point there's only one problem getting in the way of my OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO COLLEGE dance, which is the fact that Chicago thinks I have a 27,000 dollar trust fund. I don't. I called them because my expected contribution on the financial aid award was 8,905 and I was thinking hm... I don't have that much money. So I spoke to a woman with a very small, rodential voice and the horrifying falsehood was shared. Originally my father and I thought that my grandparents had a trust fund in my name, but when we called them to get specifics it turned out that the didn't. My father didn't change the information on a financial aid document he sent over the internet (I just dug through my files and found the printout and saw a tiny note saying that I was the beneficiary of a trust). So my grandparents have to send a letter to Chicago saying that, indeed, there isn't 27,000 bucks with my name on it.
Whoo.
In further news...
I have two new cousins! My aunt gave birth yesterday to twins - the second ones in the family! She's 44, and they're a month and a bit early, but the boy weighed in at 7.5 lbs, the girl at 5.5, which is great. Last year my father's youngest sister gave birth to twin boys named Justus Samuel and Gerald Preston (cute boys, silly names), my father's next youngest sister has now decided to continue the tradition of freakish names, but only partially.
The boy's name is Nicholas (yay!) and the girl's name is Artemis (0.o).
Artemis is a cool name, but it's just too cool. Paired up with her last name - Artemis Goodfriend - the poor kid is going to sound like a strange old english woman from an Agatha Christie novel. I'm just hoping she grows up to be statuesque and awesome, just like her too-cool name.
Plus, what would you call her? Artie? Eeek.
But, I have brand spanking new, born yesterday, cousins and everyone is fine and healthy and happy. It's certainly a departure from what happened last time. Liz's now 5 year old son Alexander has a stroke in utero and now has aplastic anemia. He's a very sick little boy, and I'm just so happy that they have two healthy little babies now.
*baby dance* I'm so excited, I can't wait to see them! They're in Washington state, so I don't know how I'd do that anytime in the near future, but I can't wait anyway!
*further baby dance*
I'm going to the University of Chicago.
So there, now I've said it. Actually mailed in all the "No, thank you" and the one "Yes, please, thank you" letter already, so there's not much I can do about it at this point.
The other two I was really considering rejected me - Princeton, which I expected, and NYU, which I did not expect. The nerve!
At this point there's only one problem getting in the way of my OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO COLLEGE dance, which is the fact that Chicago thinks I have a 27,000 dollar trust fund. I don't. I called them because my expected contribution on the financial aid award was 8,905 and I was thinking hm... I don't have that much money. So I spoke to a woman with a very small, rodential voice and the horrifying falsehood was shared. Originally my father and I thought that my grandparents had a trust fund in my name, but when we called them to get specifics it turned out that the didn't. My father didn't change the information on a financial aid document he sent over the internet (I just dug through my files and found the printout and saw a tiny note saying that I was the beneficiary of a trust). So my grandparents have to send a letter to Chicago saying that, indeed, there isn't 27,000 bucks with my name on it.
Whoo.
In further news...
I have two new cousins! My aunt gave birth yesterday to twins - the second ones in the family! She's 44, and they're a month and a bit early, but the boy weighed in at 7.5 lbs, the girl at 5.5, which is great. Last year my father's youngest sister gave birth to twin boys named Justus Samuel and Gerald Preston (cute boys, silly names), my father's next youngest sister has now decided to continue the tradition of freakish names, but only partially.
The boy's name is Nicholas (yay!) and the girl's name is Artemis (0.o).
Artemis is a cool name, but it's just too cool. Paired up with her last name - Artemis Goodfriend - the poor kid is going to sound like a strange old english woman from an Agatha Christie novel. I'm just hoping she grows up to be statuesque and awesome, just like her too-cool name.
Plus, what would you call her? Artie? Eeek.
But, I have brand spanking new, born yesterday, cousins and everyone is fine and healthy and happy. It's certainly a departure from what happened last time. Liz's now 5 year old son Alexander has a stroke in utero and now has aplastic anemia. He's a very sick little boy, and I'm just so happy that they have two healthy little babies now.
*baby dance* I'm so excited, I can't wait to see them! They're in Washington state, so I don't know how I'd do that anytime in the near future, but I can't wait anyway!
*further baby dance*