Back in the dark ages, Brown had what they called "Early Action"--basically, you could apply early and not have a binding admissions decision. Brown was the only school I really wanted to go to...so I applied, knowing that I would hear by December 15 and my college search would be over before most of my classmates' had begun.
...December 15 came, and went.
...So did December 16...
...and December 17th and 18th.
Being the neurotic that I am, I begged our college consultant to check on the status of my application. By the morning of the 18th, she was willing to do it, so I guess she called Admissions. By that point, I was calling my mother every hour to see if the mail had come in. At 1:30 on the 18th, the letter finally came.
Brown's admissions letter, for those of you who've seen Varsity Blues, is pretty cool:
"I hope you are as pleased to receive this letter as I am to send it to you. You have been admitted to the 236th class to enter the College at Brown University." There's some more stuff, but that's the important stuff.
I accepted the offer on the spot (I didn't want to go to UF, Emory, or William & Mary anyway!), and am now a very proud and supportive graduate of Brown University.
"The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated." --Oscar Wilde