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I got into the Business school. I got into the BUSINESSSSS SCHOOOOLLL!!! A Ghaibnab9ianb;abknab;onaetbon!!! I'm so excited, I'm lethargic. Does that make sense? I'm in a cloud, it's not like a cheesy dream. It's not that it doesn't seem real. It's just that, I'm cool about it. I earned the shit out of this. I performed well enough to make it into this thing and I'm so friggin' happy. If I didn't get in, I would have had to change my major. I wouldn't have been able to go to Barcelona. Everything was riding on this... and I made it in. Sha-zaam!
Funny story to go along with this - I open my inbox to find an email saying "Business School Admission Decision" in the subject line. I click it open to find - it's in a word document. Why is this significant? Because the Word on my computer is F'd up. It took 10 minutes to open the document - 10 /agonizing/ minutes - and by the time it finally opened I had worked myself into such a nervous wreck that I just broke down and bawled after I read the first two lines - "Congratulations! I am pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to the Wisconsin School of Business." My poor mother and father thought for sure I hadn't made it...
Whew. What a ride.
Funny story to go along with this - I open my inbox to find an email saying "Business School Admission Decision" in the subject line. I click it open to find - it's in a word document. Why is this significant? Because the Word on my computer is F'd up. It took 10 minutes to open the document - 10 /agonizing/ minutes - and by the time it finally opened I had worked myself into such a nervous wreck that I just broke down and bawled after I read the first two lines - "Congratulations! I am pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to the Wisconsin School of Business." My poor mother and father thought for sure I hadn't made it...
Whew. What a ride.