I got in.
City University London is offering me a place for their Creative Writing Masters program. I still haven’t decided anything yet. And I’m waiting for the rest of the universities to respond. 😁
Thursday wasn’t going well. My whole family was down with fever and the flu. The bad case. And only I remained uncontaminated. They were all cranky and rude and sick. I was baking the whole day, for my grandfather’s birthday which was today. I wanted to try my hand at a layer cake and so far, two of my cakes had flopped. One was raw, and the other was flat. 😞
Overall, everyone was in a bad mood.
And then, at 10 or 11 pm, while my 4th cake was in the oven, I finally got time to check my email. And there it was. An acceptance, just waiting there, in the unread folder.
I finally got an acceptance. I cried, I won’t lie. Mainly because that meant someone in the admission board thought my writing was good, enough to give me a place at their university. My English teacher told me that Writing programs are very cutthroat, and they only select the best of the best. I always lived with the fear of being rejected, or my writing being deemed unfit or bad.
Anyway. The acceptance letter instantly made my day. And I am very thankful, and very relieved. ☺️