It would be really nice if you sent me my financial aid info. You know, just so I know where I’m going to college next year. Because I’m pretty sure that’s kind of important. I don’t care if Sylvia Plath and Virginia Woolf and lots of other prestigious people went to your super prestigious school; you’re not so fantastic that you can just keep a girl waiting like this. But it was still pretty cool that you accepted me. Even if it was from the wait list. Okay, I’m actually pretty damn appreciative, and you’re really awesome, and next to Oberlin, you’re probably my favorite school that I applied to. But it’s not like that’ll make my frustration disappear or anything.
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