Funny how things work out

Here's to the post I've been waiting to write for what seems an eternity.

Here's to the best weekend ever.

Here's to the funniness of faith. (hereby known as FoF)

Since my last post, as much as I was content with my efforts and whatever my future had in store, I couldn't help but be nervous and a little on edge (mom reports that I had a nightmare, but I have no recollection...maybe that's good). Fending off my CMC waitlist, I waited for Friday night to be hit with another waitlist from Emory. "It's okay, I didn't want to go there anyways." *Honestly, Emory was my least favorite school AND they lost two of my documents, that I had to resend...SEPARATELY (irestmycase). But I can't blame myself for getting a little down on myself, but I trudged past it with lots of support from mom and dad. blah blah blah

Saturday, March 27th approximately 2:30 pm.

"Dad, when does the mailman come?"

"Now."

"No really...when does he come?!"

"Around now! He comes early on Saturdays."

*i grab the mail key and attempt to "cooly" walk up the cul de sac to check the mail.

Sure enough, dad was right. The mailman was there "now." And it was made obvious that he didn't appreciate me slowly, curiously circling him and the mailbox. (if this has happened to anyone...it's more awkward than it seems, trust me) I didn't want to pester him so I decided to walk around the neighborhood, hopefully he'd be done when I got back. 5ish blocks later, I turned around at a quickened pace. Sure enough, the mailman was gone. And at this point, I sprinted to the mailbox and opened it. And sure enough, a large white envelope from Notre Dame, sent priority. Words can't explain how happy I was to see this (inside):

As I started to run home from the mailbox, I saw dad zip by in the car. Slamming on the breaks, he looked at me, and I held up the package (probably wildly gesticulating) and ran home. On my home, I ran into a distraught mom yelling my name as she ran up the cul de sac (note: our hill is a beast). Apparently, both of them had thought that I had gone missing/nerdnapped. If you recall, Hercules' adventure last year (http://jennaahn.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventures-of-hercules.html), I'm pretty sure it was exactly the same (with heightened worry of course). Sorry mom and dad! haha.

Here's the Funniness of Faith (FoF). Before applying to schools, I had a tough time discerning my priorities in my undergraduate education. I felt torn between lots of diversity and freethinking versus ND, appearing more conservative (obviously) and more spiritually appealing. I always wondered what I'd choose if I was faced, at the end, with a decision between another one of my favorite research schools and ND. Finally, I gave up on deciding and just applied everywhere...I could make the decision when the time comes. FoF (i'm imagining this to be along the lines of "lol"). FoF I wouldn't need to make the decision. It's been made increasingly clear that ND is the place where I'm called to go and grow in my faith and love of service (as well as academics, right?). I am so grateful and so in awe. FoF

More later, mom and I have officially planned our visit April 7th.

I am SO EXCITED.