Today, I got news from $MEGALOPOLIS_UNIVERSITY, a top fifteen university which I had applied to mostly under the theory that, if we lived in that city, we might be close enough to our social networks to not have them fall apart, that one of us has family there, and that, as a former resident of the area, I know that, while it isn't ideal, I can live there for a period of time. I was expecting to be rejected (I have a largely meaningless undergraduate GPA, an academic record consisting almost entirely of narrative evaluations, and a period of academic probation in my undergraduate record). They waitlisted me.
I'm flabbergasted; this is a result I would not have predicted. For one thing, they waitlisted me in February, rather than keeping my application around and waitlisting me in April, which is what I would have expected. For another thing ... I figured they would reject me outright, just like Berkeley did last year.
It's far from clear that I want to be pulled off of their waiting list. OK, sure, if I had $130,000 sitting around, I'd jump at it; and certainly, if I had to borrow money to go to law schools, this would be one of the better schools for which to do it. But ... borrowing that kind of money strikes me as being a bad idea, locking my choices after I graduate, and delaying indefinitely hope of saving money for property. So, unless Jared and I suddenly come into money I'm not expecting, it's not the right path to follow.
And yet ... the ego boost is nice. Sure, they didn't accept me ... but they put me in their stack of "people we're kind of interested in but not really interested in", and that's a nice feeling, especially given my spotty academic record.
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