People, you may or may not know that I’ve spent the past nine months applying to business school. And before that, I put a chunk of months into studying for and taking the GMAT (the standardized test everyone has to take before getting into an MBA program).
I didn’t talk about it much because I didn’t want to be found by the schools I applied to. I mentioned a couple of months ago that my last hope for getting into business school had been dashed against the cliffs of despair – I can now tell you more specifically that I had been waitlisted by my dream school and last hope, the University of Chicago Booth School of Business, the #1 MBA program in the country.
Well……….I GOT IN!!! Yesterday I was sitting around, minding my own business, assuming that my rejection letter was already in the mail, and a lovely, lovely woman from the admissions office called my phone and gave me the good news! After almost vomiting into my lap, I started saying, “OMIGOD. OMIGOD. OMIGOD.” over and over again. It was kind of awk. So I didn’t really hear much of what she had to say, other than that I’m IN and I get to go to SCHOOL next year! I had resigned myself to another year of working and knowing that I wasn’t following my dreams, but now? Here’s what the letter says: “What’s in it for you? A way of looking at the world that will affect every decision you make for the rest of your life, business or otherwise. A community of classmates from more than 50 countries, and an alumni network that spans the world. An opportunity to spend two years connecting with people who approach work and play with equal intensity, who revel in classroom discourse as much as they do exploring new nightclubs and running on the beach.” Oh, and the fact that it’s Barack Obama’s alma mater doesn’t hurt, either. I wanted to tell Dave first because he’s really been my engine throughout this whole process, but he decided to work until 8pm last night and I had to wait for 5 hours (but what’s a couple of hours after nine months?). So when he got home, I sat him down at dinner, pulled a sad face, and said, “I got the news from Booth. It’s bad…I’m going to have to be a student this fall.” At first he didn’t believe me, but then his smile was so huge I thought his face would split! All of my friends and family have been so nice and happy for me, and it has made me realize how lucky I am to have such loving peeps in my life. *tear*
So anyway. Yay. I’m glad I can talk about it. (Not that I’m going to talk about it much because that’s not really what this blog is about, but at least I don’t have to keep my trap shut about everything anymore.)