i wasn't even going to apply to brown, but my dad encouraged me to. i thought one ivy was already one too many to be wasting money on for the application and sat-score-sending fees, but he was the one signing the checks, so i shrugged my shoulders and submitted my supplemental app.
to everyone's surprise - most especially my own - i got in.
the big white envelope arrived unceremoniously, squeezed in the plain mailbox with nary a care. i was so excited - no one in my family had ever gained acceptance into an ivy, much less the one right down the road!
drunk with self-confidence and arrogance, i suddenly forgot how the school didn't even fit into my top five (inhale yalestanfordtulanenotredamebostoncollege exhale) choices. and how my #1 argument against attending providence college was that i wanted to leave (i.e., get the fuck out of) rhode island. unable to be a bulldog, i was happily settling for the bears.
we went to one of my favorite restaurants for dinner - tortilla flats - and my mom ordered me a margarita and my dad was beaming with pride. we would always go there for my good report cards. (this reminds me, i still need to read the john steinbeck novel.) i don't remember what we talked about - my senior year was just about wrapping up, so probably just the usual: AP exams, prom, graduation, where other people were accepted. the baseball season had just started, so red sox.
one thing is obvious: we did not talk about where i would be that fall.
that is, until my little sister inquired, "will you still visit us when you go to brown?"
before i could reassure her with a yes and a "bear" hug (hah), my mom let out a laugh and said, "she's not going to brown! she can't turn down the scholarship at pc!"
this was news to me.
that was the day i received the best and the worst news of my life. within a 5 hour or so span.
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