Instead, I decided to do a bit of cleaning around the house and prepared for Sean's birthday bash, that's tomorrow. While cleaning, I tried to keep my mind off the growing anxiety in my stomach. Around 5:40, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see if I got accepted or not. I nervously typed in my nine digit application code and birth date. Finally, I took a deep breath and pressed enter.
The letter started off with, "We are sorry to inform you.." At that point I wanted to stop reading and throw my phone across the room but I continued reading, "..but you have been placed on the UCLA wait list." Wait list? What does that even mean? The frequently asked questions really weren't much help to me. Being on the wait list didn't sound awful but I'd much rather be officially accepted. Ugh.
I called my brother to tell him the news but his words of wisdom didn't ease my panic. I guess I'll just have to wait and hope that I'll get accepted into USC next Friday.
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