CHSN: Waiting.






Tick. Tick.

Results are supposed to come out today. Whether or not you’ve been accepted. Your fingers drum rhythmically on the table top, ring finger, third finger, then pointer finger, all in a perfectly balanced melody of staccatos. You don’t notice your music coincides with the clock’s —

Tick. Tick. Tick.


Regrets drown your heart. What else you should’ve put on that resume. You had a fat chance anyways of getting in. You shouldn’t be disappointed if that letter says “no.”


Tick.            Tick.

Holy. Holy cow. Oh my gosh. I can’t believe. It’s almost. Holy cow holy holy what if I don’t get in oh my gosh so much stress

Tick. Tick.

You’re just sitting at the table near the window, not even watching, but listening for the familiar screech of mailman tires, the sound of the mailbox cover slammed back up, and the gunning of the engine as the truck moves onto the next house.


Scccrrreeeeech. Clunk. Rrrrrrr.

You leap out of your seat, fly down the driveway, and pull open that letterbox. Hands trembling, you sort through bills, magazines, other college advertisements, basically begging you to not look at that one acceptance/non-acceptance letter…

And there it is, so white and pristine. You feel the thickness of it but can’t tell anything.


Your finger shaking so hard it hurts, you slowly break the seal.

*UPDATE: It was good news :)*

This post is part of a series of posts called Confessions of a High School Nerd.


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