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It is time. There is no escaping it, because decision dates are approaching whether you like it or not. People are posting updates on Facebook, making 100 second Snapchat stories about their acceptances, and Skyping pictures of college admission letters. It is exciting, and it is terrifying. It is March, and regular college admission letters are finally here.
For the last two weeks, I have been checking my email constantly. Wake up in the morning, check my email. Break at work, check my email. Waiting for the microwave, check my email. Family dinner, check my email. Rinse with mouthwash, check my email. Even though I am fully aware of that fact that I have email notifications, and that I would able to hear when I get anything new, I still check anyways. For the most part, it is in vain. What I have realized during this college application process is that good things come when you least expect it. All of my acceptances so far have arrived when I was unaware, popping up as “Congratulations!” all of a sudden on my notifications. My latest acceptance was no different.
Picture this. I just got off from work and it is close to midnight (I know, I’m not a fan of my hours either). I reek of coffee and donuts (bonus points if anyone can guess which coffee chain I work at), and my hands are incredibly dry from constantly rinsing pots. The drive home is long and dark, and I spend the entire duration wishing that my phone had data so that I could check my email. But alas, it did not, and I had to endure. It was a long fifteen minutes, stretching into what seemed to be forever. But once I finally connected to the wifi, I opened up my email. Nothing. Now, it is important to note that my local university (University of British Columbia) doesn’t send an email notification when they accept you. As it is rolling admission, you have to log into your account each time and check through the “Application Status” link. Annoying, but necessary.
So I log into my account, a tedious process that takes an entire minute. At this point, I do not expect much. This university is not known for its speedy updates, and while a few of my friends had already been accepted into their programs of choice, I did not feel too anxious (at least that’s what I told my parents, though I am constantly shaking on the inside). Logging on, the print is incredibly fine, and I have to zoom in to clearly see what my status is. After fumbling around for a bit, I see it. Congratulations! You have been admitted! They really get to the point here in Canada.
At this time, I am screaming the news at my mom and texting my dad simultaneously. It is everything that I excepted: congratulations all around, promises for a nice dinner, and a general feeling of satisfaction. For even though I had received my acceptance from UMichigan in the winter, it is comforting to know that I have an option much closer to home, somewhere less cold and less expensive (international student fees are terrifying).
This poses my current dilemma. Near or far? Do I empty my pockets to explore the world, or do I stay in the city I call home? Do I pick the colder but far more visually appealing campus, or do I suck it up and stick with grey (both weather and architecture wise). While I suppose making a list of pros and cons would be the best course of action at this time, I have a different strategy. One that I would like to call waiting until I am wiser, or what others may call procrastination. After all, I still have a month until I have to make my choice and accept my offer. I even have numerous other letters that will be flying into my mailbox in the next two weeks (hopefully sooner rather than later).
So this is where I stand now. Debating between two schools (though I have to confess that I am leaning towards the University of British Columbia, simply because I was offered the program of my choice) while waiting to hear back from countless others. It is exciting, but it is terrifying. While I am confident in my decisions, deliberating often takes a lot of emotional effort. Deciding on pursuing AP over IB almost had me in tears, so it is safe to say that picking a university will be no doubt nerve-wracking. Nevertheless, I look forward to making my list of pros and cons and stressing over the consequences, as it is evident that I will be much closer to tears (whether of joy or of frustration will be determined later on) this time next month.
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