Pipettes and Parties

love this remix of the love story theme song. love this dance.

re-blogged from Thought Catalog

I do remember the day that I got into Harvard. Like it was yesterday. I really like this article, because I think it’s something that we could all keep in mind. No matter how much we complain, no matter how many articles we read where people trash various aspects of Harvard, no matter how jaded I’ve become as a senior, there was a moment in my life when I got that letter and it was the most exciting thing ever.

My story:

I decided I didn’t want them to email me, because I didn’t want the email sitting in my inbox (all the other schools would send out links to click on, and I liked that the links gave me power over when I would get to choose to see if I got in…or something like that?) so I had to wait til they mailed the letter. The day before, online told me I didn’t get into Yale or Princeton, but I did get letters from Carleton and somewhere else, so I was fine with that. I was just waiting on Williams, where I was pretty much dead set on going, and Harvard, which I figured was a long shot.

After school, I used to go to my grandmas. She must’ve known, but she hid it from me, and told me nothing. My dad said he hadn’t checked the mail yet, but that he would come to pick me up. He came with two giant packages, one from Williams and one from Harvard. My mom had forgotten that I had applied to Harvard; she was only really worried about Williams.

Then I made my dad take me out for a celebratory milkshake, and then spent the evening at the mall with my friends, who promptly told everybody we met that I had gotten into Harvard. It was both super awkward and super fun at the same time. And that was my very happy day.