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Picture this. It's the moment you've been waiting for. You open your email, sift through the usual messages from that ailing Nigerian prince, delete the offers for "Low Cost V1/\GR@!!" and find the email you've been waiting weeks to find. It's the decision from your first choice school. Your heart leaps up into your throat. You get that feeling you get when you ride a roller coaster. You say a little prayer, touch your good-luck wrist rubber band, and take a big, long, deep breath. You click on the email and....

CONGRATULATIONS! You're in!

You spend the next several minutes on cloud nine, living like someone who has nothing to lose. You call your Grandparents, your uncle, your Little League baseball coach. You announce the news via Facebook status, twitter, and roughly 17,346 text messages. You do a dance. You write an email to your Physics teacher from junior year who said you'd never get into the school, telling him to suck it. In a nice way. This is, without a doubt, the best day of your life. It's like winning the Super Bowl. Your Mom hardly believes it, you tell her to come check your email with you. You open up your inbox. There's another Message.

So....uhh....about that congratulations we sent out a bit ago. Haha, funny story about that....You know how we said you were in? What we really meant was, uhh, you're not. Haha. Well...this is awkward.

True Story.

Life sucks. 

We're sorry.