Thanks for your support guys. Just as an explanation, I went early decision for U Penn not because I liked their academics/name recognition, but because of the feeling you get when you walk on campus and the fact that they give you whatever they deem you can't afford. Even though you're in West Philadelphia (unfortunately, Will Smith's reasons to go to Bel-Air were real), you feel like you're in a small suburban college. And there's this feeling.... it's hard to describe, but it just makes you feel welcomed and friends with everyone there. And of course, graduating without loans would be amazing.
But not only that, it's been my dream to go to the Ivy League ever since I was little. Just like some people want to go to Ohio State for football or Duke for basketball, I wanted to go to Princeton (only because it was a great school in New Jersey; it changed to UPenn after taking a tour and finding the above). I've always been good in school, and worked hard to get towards a shot at these places. Lady Luck hasn't always been kind, but I've played the hands I was dealt to the best of my ability. I've been knocked down too many times to count, and some of those times were just to see if I could get back up. And I always did. Because I knew that if I did, that I'd be able to not only reach my goal, but also be able to make it there. But I guess UPenn didn't see that.
And Cobra, as I told my mom when she said the same thing - apparently it's not, since they didn't want me to be a Quaker.
As for my collegiate future, I've already been accepted into Drexel and Rutgers, and from the looks of it, I've got a good shot at Georgetown. I have a horrible Writing SAT (which probably got me thrown out of the running for UPenn), but Georgetown doesn't look at that. Otherwise, I'm a pretty likely candidate. Of course, by adding padding to help with my fall from Penn, I could be taking it from Gtown.
But getting rejected was just the beginning of one of the worst days I've had in a while. On top of not getting into U Penn,I had to spend my night working my schools Battle of the Bands, which wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't backstage where all I could hear was the drums and had to help move all the amps, guitars, and drum kits on and off the stage.
Then on the way home, I discovered my car broke. The output shaft seal (part of the transmission) is broken and leaking fluid, which in turn makes it hard for my car to get going again after I stop. It's been leaking the last few days, but it wasn't much, and since I park in the street, I thought the wet spots were just condensation. Only figured it out when I pulled into my friends driveway to let him out when I saw a good 15 oz of pink viscus liquid on the driveway. Can't call the repair shop until Monday. The only consolation is that the transmission was rebuilt and a 1 year warranty is still in effect.