After four years of choosing the right classes, joining the right teams, trying to get leadership positions, waking up early on Saturday mornings to do community service and finally opening up the email that holds the decision, it's all over.
Maybe I shouldn't have joked that I wanted to be an actuary partly because I heard it was a great career for people who didn't consider themselves too social. Had I pronounced Anna Karenina right? Had I shown my love for Yale clearly enough?
I finally have time to fully enjoy high school life -- but instead of making me sad or afraid to leave, it's just making me even more excited for all of the experiences that are in my future. For now, though, I'll soak in every moment of these last few weeks while I can.
I just want to go to college already! I want to walk through the quad, make my own schedule and be freed of teenage angst. I want to listen to a lecture by a world-renowned scholar. I want to study abroad in Paris and drink café au lait. But alas, I'm still a high school senior.