Congratulations on your acceptance to the College of Liberal Arts at the University of Massachusetts Boston for the 2012 Fall semester. We believe you have demonstrated the academic ability and personal determination to be a successful student at UMass Boston."
When I saw the size of the envelope, I knew I had been accepted. What rejection letter would be sent in such a large package? But it wasn't until I read the second sentence of my acceptance that I got really excited. I had been worried for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only five nerve-wracking days, that I would not be accepted since the requirement for an academic recommendation letter had been waived. This concerned me quite a bit so I immediately emailed the Office of Undergraduate Admissions to ask what had happened. Their response was a textbook example of need-to-know,
"At times our admissions team will make a decision on an application even when we have not received a recommendation letter. This is neither a bad sign (n)or a good sign. It simply means that our staff felt comfortable issuing a decision on your application without receiving a recommendation."
This almost convinced me further that I had lost out on this great opportunity. To cope with it, I began trying to look on the bright side of denial, like all the money I'd been saving for travel could now be used however I saw fit - xbox, desktop upgrades, bus passes for summer school, etc. I began to fill my summer with fun events to take my mind off of the pain of not knowing. For five days I did this. It almost became bearable. Then Thursday night I was at work for what amounted to about my tenth hour on the clock (Thursdays I start at 6am, get off at 11:30 go to school at 1:30, get back at 4:40, and clock back in a 5 until closing, usually around 9 or 9:30 pm) when I got a phone call from one of my room mates claiming that there was an issue with Property Management and I should come back that night to deal with it. Having been awake for about fifteen hours, the last thing I wanted to do was deal with seemingly complicated situations, especially in light of my imminent refusal from my dream school. Taking Kathy along for moral support and advice if needed, I got to the apartment around 10 o'clock at night. Still committed to giving me a hard time, Bry started talking about some nonsense about cats and whatnot. Tired and confused I allowed this to go one for a few minutes until David got impatient and handed me the the large (approx 9x12) envelope from UMass Boston. I immediately knew I'd been accepted and when I read the second sentence I knew that I had been accepted to the school I was meant to attend. All the hard work and effort I had put forth over the last year had finally paid off. The celebratory shots were waiting in the freezer as I immediately logged on to facebook to make the first of many going away events for the summer and planning all the things I want to see and do in my new home.
I'm shipping up to Boston!
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