They Love me...They REALLY Love Me!!!

So, it’s not really that big of a deal, but it kind of is a big deal. I got my acceptance letter from George Mason University in the mail a couple days ago. Yea!

To any normal kid who’s doing the post-secondary education thing the normal way (right out of high school), this is a very stressful time in his/her life. Filling out all those applications, writing all those essays, making mom/dad write all those checks for application processing fees – all so you can find out if you’ll be attending the college of your dreams (or if you’ll be stuck with Plan B).

This is what’s very nice about being an adult student, because you get to shrug your shoulders and make like you actually don’t give a crap one way or another as to the school you are going to attend. And why would you? You already have a paying job, right? Benefits? A 401K perhaps? Who gives a flying dookie?

Here you are, you’ve racked up some credits at a junior college, (presumably) achieved the best grades that you possibly could, and thrown out a couple of applications to the four year Universities closest to your house. If you get in, great. If not, better luck next semester. [That’s the cool thing about being a transfer student…you get to keep re-applying relentlessly every semester until you wear them down and they finally let you in.] Plus, you know damn well that you applied as a transfer student and, for all intents and purposes, you’re a shoo-in, provided you get a half decent GPA (at least that’s the way it works in VA). They’re gonna accept you. No worries. Right?

Uh-huh. Whatever. This is me we’re talking about. The one who worries about upper respiratory infections every time the cat snores. The one who won’t open up the manhole-cover-thingy that leads to the attic (despite the promise of a boat load of much needed storage space) because of the inevitable threat of eight-legged intruders breeching the inner sanctity of my arachnid-free home. The one who is currently undergoing a complete regimen of orthodontics to save ONE TOOTH. Yeah, that’d be me.

I admit it, I worried! I checked George Mason’s applicant website everyday to check for any new status on my application. I got mad when I kept seeing nothing. But I got my letter, finally, so yea!

So, if you can picture it, here’s me doing the cabbage patch. And the Roger Rabbit. And raising my hands in the air, wavin’ ‘em like I just don’t care. And hooting out 70’s disco noises to the songs in my head. And yelling out, “Who’s Your Daddy?” to random passers-by.

OK, maybe not all that, but it is nice to know that this is one less thing I have to worry about. Imagine what I’ll be like when it comes time to start submitting applications to vet schools. Yikes.