THE BLOG
10/31/2011 08:11 am ET Updated Dec 31, 2011

The Waiting Game

We are all born impatient. From our very first moments of existence we cry and beg for the things we want, and even after we grow out of such childish restlessness, we remain permanently agitated with the idea of waiting.

I don't know why we're born this way. I just know that I was and you were, too. We wait in anguish for the release of Apple's newest invention. We wait for our teachers to upload our latest test grade to PowerSchool. We wait for the first snow day of the school year. We wait for the announcement about homecoming king and queen. We wait for the sounds of our parents yelling "Dinner's ready!" We wait for absolutely everything, even if we're only waiting for one second. But one agonizing second it always is.

I could fill this page with information about the iPhone, explaining that I need one because my Blackberry is so broken that it will likely combust as I type these words. If I went that route, I'd describe how long it takes for the phone to ship and how much I don't want to wait for it to arrive. If I had sat down in front of my computer to write this yesterday, maybe I would have.

But today I submitted my early decision application and, despite how much I want an iPhone, I couldn't care less about how long I'll have to wait for it to deliver if I ever do order one. If or when I get the iPhone won't change my life. Neither will a single test grade. Nor will tonight's dinner.

What will change my life should arrive in the mail on or before December 14th. I can wait for the iPhone. I can wait to hear about the seniors crowned homecoming king and queen. I can wait for the things that won't matter as I put my clothes in the closet of my dorm room. I can wait for the things I will have forgotten about as I move the tassel across my graduation cap with the rest of the class of 2016. I can wait for these things because they just don't seem to matter anymore.

Until I'm accepted or denied I will wait. I don't know if I'm capable of waiting for anything else but the college's response. I don't know how my impatience changes when I'm waiting for something so important, so benign or detrimental, depending. I'm pretty sure I don't know anything anymore.
I guess I'll have to just wait and see what happens.