The interview marked the first IB subject I've completed and I am beyond glad to have finished. The great exhilarating rush of relief was absent afterwards, however, though going about my day was just as stressful as anticipated. Staring down two years of artwork and being fully witness to things I've produced is never a fun occasion. Doing it for a Very Important Grade is draining.
Doing that while constantly remembering I had two acceptance letters waiting for me at four o' clock? Walking. Nightmare.
Then the hour of destiny arrived- and I forgot my login information for my dream school. The anticipation was already killing me and I had the presence (absence) of mind to up the ante into full-blown suspense. I was ready to cry, mostly, though retching was never out of the question.
BUT I WAS ACCEPTED AT COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY
SO
I STILL CRIED
I'm so beside myself that just writing this is difficult. Excitement and wonder and delirium are not conducive to forming intelligible sentences. My train of thought is still: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I JUST OH GOD OH MY GOD
Aww Rach =D
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