16 down 20 more to go, 12 of which I am really waiting on.
Here are my stats thus far:
1 wait list (withdrawn now)
1 deferred (until April)
I am still awestruck at the number of acceptances. Seriously. There is a reason why I applied to 36 schools. I was gravely afraid that no one would like me. I thought 152 on LSAT was a kiss of death to my application. To the contrary, I am now in a happy dilemma of having to choose among multiple schools that I really would not mind attending. A “we love you” letter from one of my top choice schools would make this a lot easier on me. Alas, the waiting game continues.
On Monday, I received an acceptance package that enticed me with an offer of merit-based scholarship. Need-base scholarships were somewhat expected – I am quite in need after all. But I was surprised to hear that they liked me enough to offer quite a selective scholarship. Yay!
At the beginning of all this, I had wanted to move far, far away. Since I must move anyways (due to the lack of a law school in the vicinity of my current residence), I thought I might as well go long. But now, I am growing fond of the idea that I might want to stay closer to home. Like San Francisco, Portland, or Seattle rather than Chicago, Dallas or Boston. Don’t get me wrong – an offer from the University of Chicago will have me packing up my stuff immediately. Yet I am increasingly realizing how much I will miss home – my family, my dog, my church, even the town itself.
With the tuition deposit deadlines quickly approaching, I must decide soon where I will be spending the next three years of my life. Hmm… My indecisiveness is going to be the end of me.