PBA Acceptance!!

AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I'm so excited and honored to say that I got accepted into PBA!!!!! 

I can't believe I'm really saying that! It still hasn't sunk in, even though I found out over a week ago.

It's such a relief to know that I'm officially going to college! I could not be happier!! 

I haven't officially picked the school I'm going to yet, because I'm still waiting to hear back from a couple other colleges. But to be honest, PBA is at the very top of my list. So I would be more than ecstatic to attend school there. I seriously just want to pick PBA already, and buy all the PBA gear, and shout from the roof tops that in less than 6 months I'm going to be attending such an amazing school. 

But, I know I need to slow down and not make any quick decisions, at least not yet. ;-)

So now for the funny part; the story of how I got the acceptance call. I came home from school that day in the worst mood because everyone at school had been talking about how they got into this and that school, while I had not not heard one peep about an acceptance decision from any of the schools I had applied to. When I got home, I had put my phone in my room to charge and walked away from it for a couple of hours. After I spent those 2 hours complaining to my Mom about how I hadn't heard anything from any of the colleges and therefore it probably meant I wasn't going to get in to any of them, and how I would probably end up as hobo or something. I went and checked my phone absentmindedly, and suddenly realized I had missed several calls and texts. One of those calls had an odd area code. I started thinking of who it could be - and then I realized it was probably PBA. When I had called the admission office a week earlier, they had said that when they had an admissions decision my counselor would call me.  This was that call. I rushed to listen to the voice mail they had left and I was right - it was my counselor saying he had an admissions decision for me. All these emotions overcame me, and I started to have a panic attack.  What if I didn't get in? What if he's calling me to tell me bad news? Let's listen to the voice mail for a millionth time. Does he sound happy? Does he sound sad? What If I don't get into any colleges?  All of this plus sobbing was happening.  Thankfully, my Mom calmed me down and we did tapping together. Which is a very useful technique to calm you down if you're anxiety prone like me. After 20 minutes of freaking out, I called him back. Of course, after all that, he didn't answer.  Now I had the fun task of waiting for his call back.  For what seemed like forever, I waited, paced around me room, and tried not to think the worst. After another 20 minutes of waiting (and losing my mind) I decided I was going to call him again. He miraculously answered this time!  He told me he had an admissions decision for me and asked if I was ready to hear it. Oh god. I said yes, yes tell me already! He said, "Congratulations!! You've been accepted to PBA!!!" That's when this happened: I started to sob. Yes, while I was still on the phone with him. And I'm not over exaggerating, I ugly cried. I couldn't even talk, I was so overjoyed.  My admissions counselor thought it was so funny that I was so overwhelmingly happy.  He then went on to say a bunch of stuff, that I honestly don't remeber at all.  I was too busy crying, and jumping up and down with my Mom. :-)