So I successfully applied to the University of Southern California (also known as USC) and have been patiently waiting since August to find out if I'm good enough to be a "Trojan." It's October and the answer has finally arrived. I am good enough . . . well, kind of. I'm on the waitlist. In other words, I'm good enough to go to their school - if their first draft picks decide to decline. But hey! That works for me!!! It's definitely better than getting a straight up no. Regardless, the suspense is killing me. Every phone call from an unidentified number, every email, every letter in the mail makes my stomach drop - just hoping that it is the admissions office letting me know that I've been accepted or rejected. Yesterday was the deadline for the draft pick students to accept or decline their invitation to attend USC. I am tempted as all hell to call the grad school right now and find out if any of those lucky bastards decided to decline. Either way, I've been told to chill out and just give it a week. So that's where I am. Just playing the waiting game. We'll see how this goes.
That's all I have in me right now! Le Sigh!
