This is a story of admission.
Kat came over to tweak a few things before she and Alex and I went to dinner before she and Alex went to the dance. I walked in the door and said hi to the parents. Lorin handed me a letter. It was from Swarthmore and I said, "how dare they?" because I figured it was junk mail. I was planning on hearing back from them on Thursday and I was convinced I wasn't getting in. So I opened the letter feeling like they were taunting me by sending me mail days before they rejected me.
So I called Alex and freaked out. She was moments away. Which was wonderful, because all my favorite people ended up there.
So we went to dinner and I was so happy. Cloud freaking nine. I love my best friends. I love them more than anything. I dropped them off at the dance, and went home. Judy and I ate dark chocolate gelato and peach champagne gelato, because champagne is what you celebrate with. And we watched The Polar Express.
I think I will answer the phone for the next week "Hello, I got in to my first choice college. Congratulate me." I'M GOING TO SWARTHMORE. I want to walk around singing it. I'm so glad things worked out. What a wonderful world to live in.