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Waitlists are fireworks of happiness that quickly reveal themselves as anxiety bombs. Especially now, with three days left until April 15.

I had really really hoped that I would not be in this position, so close to the signatory date and still...waiting. Unable to make a final decision because every possibility is not on the table. Having weighed, measured, and come down on the side of a school that I'm waitlisted at, I have nothing now to do but...wait.

Trying not to send too many emails to program directors. Feeling guilty towards the program I am accepted at. They're waiting too. On me. So are the people waitlisted at that program, praying for an 11th hour acceptance.


I'm lucky to have options. But three of them are half-options. I have no control over any of this.

I will be so freaking happy when this merry-go-round is over and I can start thinking about other things.