Assorted Afflatuses

I feel no need to conceal or contort the following statement: At long last, I have been accepted into a college. And, for that matter, a very good college. For, contained in an envelope, which was itself inside a larger envelope, I received a letter of acceptance from the fine folks at Bates College.

But, to my great dismay, my acceptance to Bates has only served to complicate my life.

I need to re-read the letter, but, from what I understand, I only have until 28 November to make up my mind. That, of course, throws something of a wrench into my seemingly well-conceived plan to simultaneously apply to the University of Chicago, which, in a best case scenario, would have given me a choice between two colleges.

Fortunately, the 28 November deadline would give me just enough time to fly out to Lewiston and give the place a thorough examination, so I would not have to accept sight unseen. At the same time, I might be squandering the opportunity to attend the University of Chicago or even another institution. Of course, I might still choose to attend Bates, even if another school accepts me.

On the whole, though, I feel much better knowing that at least one school thinks me worthy of gracing their hallowed halls of learning.

*Just after I clicked the "Publish" button on Moveable Type, I realized that the title of this entry could be misinterpreted as a made-up verb meaning "to rid oneself of anything to do with Bates." That, however, was not my intention. It was meant to be a play on "Debating."