It’s pretty probable that nearly everyone remembers where they were at and what they were doing when they were accepted into college. Some were hanging out with friends. Others may have been lounging at home. I was at work in a small hometown restaurant, prepping food. I was accepted to the great and grand University of Georgia at a sort of awkward time. After being denied for early admission in December, I remember going into panic mode. There was still plenty of time left for acceptance, and I had many things going in my favor. All of my friends had been accepted early, though, and when I wasn’t, well, it was a shock. I didn’t really discuss it with anyone, mostly because I didn’t want to admit that I had fears of not being accepted. So, two months went by, and there I was, standing in the claustrophobic kitchen with four friends. If I recall correctly, we were breading catfish to be fried. Well, I was at least, because my best bud (and freshman roommate) Brenden was playing on his phone. At the time, I’m sure I may have been annoyed, but it actually played to my benefit. He informed me that he had received an email, stating that another wave of early acceptances had been released. The number was small, however, just a few more students that UGA felt had been overlooked. Lacking hope, I rinsed my hands, logged onto my account, and suddenly, unexpectedly…there were fireworks. I didn’t even have to read the rest, but I sure did. I was accepted to the University of Georgia on a chilly February night, but that didn’t stop me from cascading through the back door and onto the sidewalk, where I proceeded to call everyone I knew. My parents, my three brothers, my sister, my teachers, my friends. I wanted them all to know that I had made it. So, my acceptance experience had both a sour side, but it certainly turned out much better than I could have hoped for. Also, for those of you wondering, my boss still made me work that night. Which, in the end, turned out to be good preparation for college.