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Wow. It's beginning to sink in. I got a call a couple hours ago from the assoc. dir of admissions at UCLA to congratulate me on admission. I'm happy but yet oddly stoic outwardly. I am anxious to hear from Berkeley and Stanford now. In all honesty, I couldn't care less now about any of the other school's I've applied to. I know now I'm either going to UCLA, Berkeley, or Stanford. Of course, if Harvard, Northwestern, or Columbia saw fit to admit me, I would check them out and keep an open mind, and I could easily be persuaded to go to one of those schools. But I don't have to. All I wanted in this admissions process was to get into a good MBA program in California. Now, I have accomplished my goal! If I leave California, it will be to go to a school that's even better than UCLA, and that's hard to find. If I leave California for school, it will be for one of the most famous and best MBA programs in the world. I've done it. I worked hard. I met my goal. I'm happy now. My next dream of owning a home in california is clearly possible now. Very few of my dreams have not come true. I just wish I could share this time with my Grandmother.