"Monodrama" - The Acceptance Letter

I came home from school just like any other day, parked my car in the driveway, and strolled through the back door. After dropping my backpack off by the stairs, I found my mother in the family room. We probably made casual conversation about my day, what I had done at school, the like. Ultimately it was pretty unimportant, looking back. I walked into the kitchen to get a snack because I can always eat, and I stopped by the kitchen table to see the mail. I looked through it, glanced through a Kohls' catalogue...those are cute shoes, I like that shirt...but then I saw the envelope. I dropped the catalogue like a hot potato and picked the envelope up with shaking hands. In bold, clear letters emblazoned across the front it said "Welcome." It was a big packet from William and Mary! Addressed to me! I couldn't believe it! I wasn't even expecting it! Of course, I opened the thick envelope hastily anyway, just in case the word "welcome" was a cruel, sick joke. It wasn't. It was just as it appeared. There was some shouting, not a little bit of dancing, and quite a bit of scolding my mom for knowing all along and not telling me. Then again, I guess I was secretly grateful she let me have this moment. William and Mary wasn't necessarily my first choice; in fact I really wasn't close to deciding where I wanted to go. But it was the school I really wanted to get in to. I wanted to know that I was good enough to be part of the tribe. Now, no matter what other letters I got, rejection or otherwise, I at least had the opportunity to go to a really good school.