So, I'll tell all who care to read this the epic tale of how I found out I got accepted to my first-choice-for-at-least-a-year-and-a-half college.

I was at school, twiddling my thumbs in my independent study because I had finished all of the calculus work I needed to for the day. My phone buzzed in my bag on the desk next to me. We had a substitute who was reading a book, so I figured it was pretty safe to check my phone. A Facebook Mobile update: Adam Jardim SICKNESS IS NEGATED. WPI IS A GO. I REPEAT. WPI IS A GO!!!! I pretty much pooped my pants. He got in to his top choice! Wait a second, THAT MEANT THAT THE LETTER I HAD BEEN WAITING OVER A MONTH FOR WOULD BE IN MY MAILBOX. WHATTHEFUCK AM I DOING JUST SITTING HERE?!
So I asked the substitute if I could go to the bathroom. First order of business: call Adam, confirm the win, and congratulate. Done, done, and done. Yay. Next order of business: call my mom and get her to tell me NAO. She was on her way home and wouldn't be there for another ten minutes or so, so I resigned myself to the longest ten minutes of my life. Ever. Seriously, it was torture.
So she texted me back, telling me to call her. At that point, everyone in the room knew what was happening, and they were actually about as anxious as I was. Did I mention that I love my school? Well, I do dearly. So I asked the teacher if I could go reveal my future and basically ran out of the room upon affirmation. I called my mom. "There's no mail today, Courtney." I sort of died on the inside. "WHAT. Um... it's just not there yet then?" My mom confirmed this "Oh yeah! I passed the mail lady on my way here! I'll go find her and get the mail straight from her!"
So I waited another eternity until she called back. She had found the mail lady. I also now love my mail lady. The poor lady had to search around her whole truck for the pile of mail that was ours.
"So there's an envelope from WPI here..." I was about to kill my mom for employing the cheesy torture-wait technique. "I'm oooopening iiiitt." I was about to die. "Dear Courtney," And I waitedandwaitedandwaited. "Congratulations!"
I will here admit that I was completely unmanly and burst into happy tears. Hey, I was anxious and nervous and askjfhsdog and had been since I sent my application in October-ish. I ran back to the classroom just as the bell rang and ran into the arms of the Calculus class I share a class room with. They were all so happy for me! I was beside myself. I was in happy hysterics and couldn't stop laughing/crying. It was like I smiled so hard that it broke my eyes; I could not stop cry-laughing.

Tl;dr: I got into WPI, my tippity-top choice. Pretty much THE best day of my life thus far.