I got into grad school!
One of the people I interviewed with at Texas Wesleyan University yesterday left a message on my machine to the effect that he didn't want to wait a week to send me a letter (not sure why), and to offer congratulations...
Gotta get six hours of psych out of the way this summer and do no worse than a B in six hours of grad school this fall since this is a conditional acceptance.
I'm speechless.
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3 comments:
What does conditional acceptance mean?
A.
Congratulations! I knew you'd get in. It was inevitable, I think.
Michael
CONGRATULATIONS, MAN! That's outstanding!
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