Mar

28

Finding Out

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Celebrate!

With admissions letters/emails going out this week from Columbia and Barnard (Barnard stats when we get ’em, promise), Bwog has been getting nostalgic.  To that end, here are some staff stories of learning we got in.  Share your own in comments–especially you, Class of 2017, congratulations!

  • I got into my mum’s car after school the day before my decision was supposed to come. She told me I’d gotten an envelope from Barnard. I was a little peeved that I hadn’t properly psyched myself up for the moment. Then I opened it and found out I got in and then we went to the MacDonald’s drive-thru for a milkshake.
  • Watch the fucking countdown on the page for the last ten seconds, hit the button. “Roar, Lion, Roar” plays. I say, “weird thing to play for a rejection” to my father. I see “Congratulations” and think, “that’s kinda funny.” I look at the letter thing for several minutes before I realize it’s an acceptance. I double check that my name and address were at the top, say, “so I got in” to my father who promptly takes me to dinner. Immense amount of stress/anxiety/nervousness/teen angst manifests itself very suddenly and I bolt to the bathroom to puke in relief.
  • I’m a transfer but I got the email while I was giving a tour on behalf of the admissions office of the Johns Hopkins University…….
  • I came home early from school since decisions were posted at 2 pm PST. I was so fucking nervous I made myself read random articles on Slate and Atlantic, and wouldn’t let myself check until I finished the one I was reading at 2. My dad burst in room before I checked and I screamed at him to get out. I logged on and saw a wall of text, but no “Roar Lion Roar,” so I assumed I had been rejected. After noticing the letter was weirdly positive for a rejection, I saw the “Congratulations” and started screaming. My parents took me out to dinner and bought a bottle of champagne that the waiter got mad at us for ordering because I was obviously underage. I still have the cap.
  • I was so nervous about Early Decision that I had to make a rule for myself the afternoon I was waiting to hear: only one cigarette for every 15 pages of Nausea.
  • My mom and I were both covering our faces in our hands which made navigating the computer difficult. I was trying to check another tab when I heard some weird band music playing and got annoyed at what must be a pop-up. So I tried to close that tab but realized it was “Roar, Lion, Roar” and an acceptance video. My eyes grew super wide and I could do nothing but stare with chills for a minute before jumping up and down hysterically. A taco celebration commenced shortly after.
  • I was in dress rehearsal when decisions came out, so I left my phone with someone backstage to keep an eye on my email. At the end of the rehearsal I ran into the dressing room and the person who had my phone smiled and nodded as they handed it to me, open to the letter. I screeched incoherently and let out a sigh of relief, then was presented with two blue and white balloons from my cast and promptly went home to smoke a bowl.
  • I was still at school and my dad called telling me he was checking the mail for the third time that day. I stayed on the phone and he opened the mailbox and his voice cracked and said “there’s a pretty big letter here from Barnard… Do you want me to open it?” I said YES and after a few seconds I realized he was crying (this was the second time in my life I had ever witnessed him crying) and he started reading my acceptance letter to me.

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31 Comments

  1. wooohoooo!!!!

    congrats future Barnard women! :D

  2. Anonymous  

    Oh, come on, y'all. CONGRATULATIONS, EVERYONE!

  3. Anonymous

    Damn, waitlisted. Congratulations to all that were accepted! Guess it's time for me to make that hour long trek to Berkeley.

    • Anonymous  

      I love Berkeley! Congratulations to you, too!

    • CC '13  

      Dude, go to Berkeley. Great education, great weather, beautiful campus an administration that's not in a death-struggle with its student body. If you're coming to Columbia for New York, you're wrong. It's much rarer than you think that we leave campus, and no one has the time or energy to be flitting around downtown, including and especially the nightlife. Yeah, we all have our friends and we all make due, but it shouldn't be this hard to scrape together a small semblance of a college experience.

      Go where the social life's better. Go to Berkeley.

    • Anonymous  

      freshman who got off the waitlist reporting in, have faith!! But Berkeley's an awesome school, congrats!

  4. Love this day  

    I was on the phone with my best friend for moral support. I remember just talking about everything and nothing, blabbing on and on, palms sweating, feeling numb, and -- "Congratulations." I cried for the first time in a long, long time.

  5. Oh my gosh  

    You guys are so adorable. <3 Congratulations to you all!

  6. afraid...  

    ...to ruin the mood at my party with a rejection letter announcement, i took my computer and multi-tasked in the bathroom... i saw that i got in, but was alone on a toilet and had to finish my business before letting my close friends know. shit. columbia.

  7. Anonymous  

    I uncontrollably jacked off onto the acceptance letter when I found out. Twice. Then my eyes rolled up into the back of my head and I passed out and emptied my bowels.

    The letter is still hanging on my refrigerator at home.

  8. Nialah

    I was working decision day, and I found out during my break. I went inside the nearest phone store and checked my email on a tablet that was on display. All I read was Dear Nialah, Congratulations.... and then the tears began to roll. I kept crying and screaming and dancing, and then scrolling to make sure the email was addressed to the right person. The Verizon workers were confused and people were taking pictures of me. haha oh well ..Barnard 2017!!!

  9. transfer  

    All these happy stories make me remember what an awful day that was for me, checking college after college and getting rejected/waitlisted at all of them. 6% is a ridiculous number that only reflects an increasingly arbitrary admissions process. I'm happy to be here and I know I worked hard, but to feel like anyone really earned it is ridiculous when you look at all the great applicants that were rejected.

  10. Anonymous

    I was wait listed- should I give up all hope?

  11. Rejected.  

    I only got into Cornell. Is there still some way to get picked up by Goldman or at least one of the big three consulting firms?!

    My life is fucking ruined.

  12. WARNING-Proceed with caution  

    A part of me wants to congratulate the incoming class, but the other part of me wants me to yell at them and tell them to stay away, they don't even know what they're in for....

  13. WARNING-Proceed with caution  

    No need to discourage, but be aware that columbia has frequent suicide incidents, and not to mention this school cares more about its faculty than their students. Also, your social life will fall into a dark, sad abyss.

  14. BC '14

    When I found out I got into Barnard, I grabbed my brother and some hot houseguest friends of his and went to a karaoke place. We sang all songs about New York. It was magical. Congrats 2017!

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