I remember that! God, it nearly killed me!
It was all very anticlimactic, though...
I got a phone call one day from the head of the psych stats department at NYU asking if he could help me with anything, answer any questions, or cut any red tape for me.
I demanded to know why he was calling me.
He said he had been given the names of 20 of the top potential students who had applied to NYU with psychology as their intended major.
That was when I asked if I'd gotten in... He got all flustered and said "Oh, well, yes, you have... I guess they just haven't sent the letter. It should be there in a few days."
*sigh* I was SO expecting that moment at the mail box... You know? Trembling over the large envelope and asking my mother "But what if it's a rejection?" And hearing her shout back, in that derisive tone I know so well, "For the love of God, look at the size of it, Hillary! What, do you think they sent a book called "1,001 Reasons We Don't Want You At Our School"??? For Christ's sake, open it already! Let's see how much this is going to cost us..."
Yeah. I missed that bonding moment. Sad.
