I applied to an academically rigorous high school when I was a sophomore. I knew that acceptance letters were coming out in April, so I started sitting on pins and needles in late March. I went to a weekend retreat with the Youth Council I was on for my presbytery when my mom called me to let me know the letter had come. She asked me if I wanted to know the answer. I didn't know. On the one hand, my mind was racing and I couldn't contain my curiosity. On the other, I was with a group of people and if I was rejected, then I didn't want to be crying in front of them. Curiosity won out, mom opened the letter and said, "Congratulations on becoming a member of the class of 1996!" I was sooo excited, not just because that was my first taste of acceptance, but because it let me move from home as a junior in high school!
When I was at Governor's School, I decided to apply to Davidson early decision. I was a legacy, so I had that in my favor. And I am a Hispanic female, so that was more points, I'm sure. And I was at a difficult high school, but I still didn't know for sure how things would turn out. A couple days before winter break, I went with 3 other guys to check mail who had also applied to Davidson ED. The letters came in the mail, and all of them were thin. I kind of froze. One of the guys went first... deferred. The next guy opened his... deferred. Oh no, I was getting really nervous. My boyfriend opened his letter... ACCEPTED! It all came down to me. My mind was racing. I finally tore into my letter... ACCEPTED! Of course, I ended up transferring after a year... go figure. That acceptance was rather anti-climatic.