Yale

I think it is now officially official. I am going to Yale. I checked the little box on the yellow form they sent me in January, and then I signed it and put it in an envelope and put a stamp on the envelope and then put it in my backpack.

I haven't sealed the envelope yet, nor put the envelope in a mailbox. I'm waiting. I don't know what I'm waiting for, since I've pretty much known for a couple of weeks that I would go to Yale, but the next six years of my life seems like something that should maybe sit in my backpack for a day or so before I send it off to be carved in stone.

I'M GOING TO YALE!!!

All these new thoughts are running through my head: Make List of Things to Do Once I Get to Connecticut (like buy pillows and get a CT driver's license and buy real furniture instead of cardboard boxes taped together), buy a car, find a place to live in New Haven, change mailing address on magazine subscription, renew passport and have the new one sent to my parents' house because I might not be in Santa Cruz by the time it gets here... Oh yeah, and my favorite: graduate. Which, first and foremost, involves finishing my stupid evil thesis.

Does anyone want to make a quick hundred bucks? All you have to do is write my thesis for me....

As excited as I am about Yale, my heart aches for UCSF. It was a really, really close decision. I love SF, I love the research, I love the facilities... but the pro/con list called it for Yale nearly 3 to 1. And my heart says Yale. But still. UCSF is frickin' awesome.

Next quarter will be the easiest quarter of my existence. Besides finished my thesis, I will be taking French, Intro Photography, and Intermediate Sailing. Woe is me. Such a hard life.

Anyway. I have a pchem assignment to finish, as always.