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I got into Kenyon. During English, Jesse told me that he got in so I knew my letter had probably come. We drove to my house and I jumped out of the car while it was still moving and ran to my mailbox. Right away I saw a big envelope sticking out and when I picked it up, I just saw the big thumbs up on the front (it was so cute) and started screaming and jumping up and down. Everyone came running from the car and hugged me and we were throwing books everywhere and laughing and yelling and I don't even know what. Great feeling. My mom came home about five minutes later and went a little crazy. In the letter there are all these financial aid forms, confirmation forms, and roommate forms. The idea of getting into college and the idea of actually going are so different. It seems surreal, the idea that I'll be leaving home so soon. I was thinking so much about getting accepted that I kind of forgot I'm actually going to go.
So who wants to go drunk sledding with me?
So who wants to go drunk sledding with me?