Another Waitlist

Yesterday, I was driving home from work, and the thought came to me that the letter from Santa Clara University would be in my mailbox waiting for me when I arrived. I didn't think much of it because I've been eagerly awaiting it and anxiously checking the mailbox every day for about two weeks. I filed it away and braved the evening rush hour traffic. About halfway home, I got the feeling that I had been waitlisted. I shoved the thought out of my mind as I turned on the traffic report and tried not to get blown off the Dumbarton Bridge by the constant gusts of wind.

I got home and checked the mailbox. The letter was there, buried amidst the bills and junk mail. I picked it up and felt that it was thick, which I took to be a good sign. I opened it up right away and read it as I was walking to my apartment. Sure enough, my thoughts while sitting over the San Francisco Bay were accurate. I've been waitlisted. It's better than a rejection, but it just prolongs the uncertainty.