Welcome to Liz’s Lemonade Stand, where the lemons of life are twisted into the sweetest lemonade.
It’s that time of the year again: the middle of second semester, the time when senioritis intensifies as seniors plug away, their future plans stagnant as colleges sort through thousands of applicants. Waiting for college decisions (and their financial aid packages) to come out is a painful process, but high school seniors can find some degree of comfort in knowing that almost everyone else is going through the same thing. Telling a senior to relax over college decisions is like telling a toddler it’s nap time: it’s not going to happen. Keep in mind that wherever you end up attending college, chances are good that you’ll really, really like it.
Remember college apps?
Sending in that last application was so satisfying, wasn’t it?
Not thinking about that whole headache has been great! You might even have time to cloud watch in a field of daisies with all of this newfound free time.
But naturally, this relief doesn’t stick around for long; you want to know if you got in!
The mailbox stakeout begins in February.
For the more eco-savvy schools on your list, you refresh your inbox compulsively.
You try not to obsess…
…but merely thinking about it sends jolts of adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream.
Why is this a multi-month process?!
Obviously you’re an astounding candidate.
In fact, all of those schools should be BEGGING you to grace their campus with your attendance.
All of these thoughts loop through your head day in and day out, turning every idle moment into a stomach-flopping mini heart attack. It’s enough to drive you a bit bonkers.
But you’re cooler than a cucumber, remember?
HAHAHA no. The anticipation is clearly killing you. You mull over the word choice in your 550 word essay on the meaning of life and hope it impresses the admissions officer.
Now it’s early March. Your ED/EA buddies lave been coasting for MONTHS.
You know your decisions will start to trickle out by the beginning of April, but that still seems so far away. The mind games continue, and you go over the worst possible scenario: Denied…
…and the second worst: Waitlisted.
But none of that matters because you’re flawless!
In the meantime, the wait is on. You glower at anyone who gets notice before you.
You could strangle the next kid who posts to Facebook, Twitter, AND Instagram about how they got into University X with fantastic Scholarship Y.
You trudge home from school, Spanish Club, and track practice one night so tired that you almost miss it. There, on the kitchen table, sits an envelope with your name printed on it.
You rip it open: Accepted!
Commence happy dancing and the best day ever (just ignore the price tag for a while longer).
Congrats, champ! Your hard work paid off!