Law School
It should be taken as an indicator of how hectic it’s been here that it’s taken me a full nine days to post about this after finding out, but I’ve been accepted into SMU Law.
I cannot put into words how excited I am about this. WHen I heard I literally laughed like a crazy person, and my chest was hurting at the end. My mother told me I was going to be the only person who had a heart attack when they found out they got into law school. -_-
What follows is a transcription of how I found out, as I want to be sure and get it down before I forget. It was, as things usually are with me, sort of strange. My application was received February 15. They sent me an email notifying me of this and telling me that my decision would be mailed out no later than April 30, and that they would not give out decision information over the phone or email. I quote: ” SMU policy does not allow decisions to be given out over the telephone or e-mail.” Reading this, I quite naturally believed it, and resolved to wait.
And wait. And wait.
By 26 April, I still hadn’t heard anything, and I was starting to get nervous. Now, I knew that when a law school decides to reject you, they let you know immediately. So the more time that went by, the better I felt I was doing. At the same time, I never expected to have to wait so long to find out, so part of me was seriously wondering if something had gone wrong. Had they lost my application? Mailed my results somewhere else?
So on the 26th (a thursday), I decided to call SMU Admissions. From what the e-mail said, I wasn’t expecting to be told my results, but I wanted to make sure everything was okay–that a gerbil hadn’t escaped from the biology labs, scuttled across campus and devoured my application, or something. It could happen.
Anyhow, the woman who answered the phone was not my admissions councillor, but I explained that while I knew they couldn’t give out information over the phone,I was nervous, having not heard anything, and wanted to make sure all was well. She pauses for a moment, and asks me if I’m in Austin. Well, I’m not, but I’m only 30 minutes away, and I tell her so. She then reads off a Social Security Number, asking if it is mine, and when I respond in the affirmative, she says “you’re on our list of people to call today.” So I immediately think to myself, “they don’t call people to decline admission,” and sure enough the next thing she’s telling me is that I’ve been admitted. She congratulated me and and said a few other things, and I got off the phone and cackled like an insane person. Literally. It was Joker-quality laughter. I immediately called my parents, both of whom screamed with joy in much the same way.
I must admit, I can’t really remember much of what was said in that first phone call after she told me I was accepted. It’s all sort of jumbled up in a fog of glee. So much so I was actually starting to wonder if I’d hallucinated the whole thing, as I literally couldn’t remember half the conversation. After about 40 minutes of this, my admissions councillor called for the aforementioned official notification, which I was on the call-list for. Needless to say, this wasn’t nearly as shocking a conversation, and I remember it clearly. She told me my “admit pack” would arrive by Tuesday at the latest.
Well, Tuesday rolled around, and no package. I was anxious, of course, as it’s one thing to hear it over the phone and another to see the full admission materials. It didn’t help that I knew I had to get a deposit in by the 7th, but had no idea where to send it. The University post-office can be slow sometimes, as it’s less a real post office and more like a gigantic office mailroom, so I was willing to wait till Thursday. When it hadn’t arrived by Thursday, I called my admissions councillor back, and she checked their computers. Turns out somehow my zip code had gotten input wrong, and the package was sent to Austin somewhere. (For once, this wasn’t my fault. I went back and checked my application, and I put the address in correctly, despite Adobe Acrobat’s attempts to thwart me, on behalf of the universe.) She reissued me another package, with the right address. It’ll be here Monday or Tuesday. She also pointed me to the web address for doing deposits online, so all is well.
The End of The End of the Beginning (No, That’s Not a Typo.)
Ah. The final twilight of senior year. Well, everything but Capstone is done, and that’ll come to a close on Monday. I’ve got one last independent study meeting, but it’s after grades are turned in, so it’s more an informal wrap-up than anything else. I had made a list to illustrate how busy I was over the last seven days, and I was going to post it here for your amusement, but in my glee of finishing things, I threw it away after checking off the last item. I will say that I was lucky enough to be exempted from what would have been my only written final exam. It was a take home, which would have helped, but it was also due yesterday, and as of Thursday I’d not had time to work on it very much, aside from doing some rudimentary planning, so this worked out great.
I look back at the last several days and sort of boggle at the amount of stuff I managed to do.
Except for three events, only one of which will effect a grade, next week will be devoted primarily to social engagements and chilling out before the big event. Glee. I … I really don’t think it’s hit me that it’s ending yet. For four years, this has been my home for most of the year. All my closest friends are here, and either I’m about to leave them if they’re staying behind, or like me they’re graduating and scattering on the winds. I’m going to do my best to stay in touch with them, but–I’m not really sure I have words to describe it. Everything’s changing, and it’s wonderful and exciting and a little sad at the same time. Now, I’m going to stop talking about this before I start feeling truly old.
Other Things
Had an infusion on Friday. The last one I’ll have at the Austin clinic. Already feeling better. 
Spider-Man 3’s out. Looks to be awesome. I won’t be seeing it for at least another week, as I want to let the crowds die down a bit.
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