Yes, they got sent out.
And yes, I got accepted! (Well, to three out of four--still waiting on ONE, months later . . .)
I haven't been quick to share this news here, because unfortunately, financial aid wasn't so nice to me, so I'm still grappling with decision-making. (Which I need to do quickly, before I lose my places, as admissions offices have been so kind to remind me. Multiple times.)
However, there's one particular school that has one particularly great social work program, that I don't intend on missing out on.
So this morning, I mailed in my deposit and intent to enroll.
I might not even be able to afford it yet and I haven't even heard from all my schools, but I did it anyways. I can't lose that place. Despite being across the country on an opposite coast, I want that place.
I'm pretty sure the handwriting on my check is scribbly and shaky because I was kind of freaking out.
I suppose things in life that are good for you can be the hardest, right? (That's what I keep telling myself . . .)
