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RISD Accepted Me!!!! written @ 9:54 AM on April 02, 2002 Kat was over yesterday afternoon attempting to load a new game on my computer when my mom called from work. She just wanted to know what I was up to, where Jonathan was, all that stuff. Then she asked if I got the mail yet. No, I said. "You better check the mail. You never know when R-I-S-D is going to come," she taunted. As is the case with most mothers, my mom has the gift of clairvoyance. She's a very smart girl and has a nose for those sort of things, and, on a hunch, I went out to the mailbox. And sure enough, there was this large package from the Rhode Island School of Design. I was still in my ultra-pesimistic mood, and I thought, jeez, what a long rejection letter... "They wouldn't waste all that money on packaging if it was a rejection letter," Kat said. I knew that. RISD accepted me!!! And not only that, they even gave me a $3000 scholarship! (Plus a cool button that says "Rhode Island School of Design: 2006) From that point on, I was on Cloud Nine. I immediately called my parents at their workplace. My mother was like, "Oh my God... I knew it! I knew things were going to be this terrible!" (She's quite apprehensive about this college thing obviously). My dad received my message on voice mail and called me back a few minutes later. "Congratulations, sweetie. Don't get too excited, it's only $3000. That still only brings the total cost out to $31,000 per year for that school." My mother must have called all my relatives. Aunt Bobby called from North Carolina. Grandpa called from Pennsylvania. Uncle Mark and my grandmother called from Rhode Island. Everyone was so excited for me; they all know it was a long-time dream of mine. Unfortunately, just as my dad said, it's still $31,000 and RISD does not offer theatrical scenic design. Plus there could be no way I could double major in that school. It would simply mean I would go there for graphic design. All I wanted to know was if I was RISD material, that was all. I could never place a financial burden on my parents such as that. And there would be no way I could be completely happy with a RISD degree if I don't have scenic design attached to my graphic design degree. "It's an honor enough to be accepted," my mother kept saying. And she's right. So then came the big question: "What do you want to do, Sam?" asked my parents, almost simultaneously. "I can't go to RISD," I answered. "I can't financially cripple you like that." After all, my dad wants to open a bar and restaurant. Why should I keep him from that? "Forget the money," my dad said. "Where do you want to go?" "RISD does not offer scenic design. I would only go for graphic design." "So are you saying that school doesn't offer the education you want?" "Well. . . Yeah." It was so hard to say that, and my dad knew why. "But RISD has been a dream of yours since you were a little girl." "I know. But then theater came along. And it just changed things. I'll just go to NKU." "Oh no," my dad protested. "You're not ruling RISD out just yet. Don't say that just yet..." And he had that predatory, scheming expression on his face. And I thought, No way! What could he be plotting? There's no way he can afford that school. And there's no way he'll convince the relatives to chip in enough money for me to go. That's insane. Mom eventually developed a headache after yesterday. "If I won the lottery tomorrow, would you go to RISD?" she asked me. I thought about it. "Yes," I said. "But then after I graduated, I would go somewhere else for my scenic design degree." That was enough. She groaned and announced she didn't want to think about my college decision anymore. I found yesterday to be quite amusing. I've been thinking about where I'd be in ten years. And to tell the truth, I don't think life will be so much different if I decide to go either NKU or RISD. I think I'll end up in pretty much the same way. The only difference I can see is me living in Boston, or Providence, or New York City, as opposed to Cincinnati, or Columbus, or Chicago. I prefer northeast living, but how can you argue with a full ride? Ultimately, I will always imagine that I would have been happier at RISD, but I would have gotten more out of NKU. And if I go to NKU, then everyone gets what they want: I get my much sought after full ride and double major; my dad can open his bar and mom won't necessarily have to work full time; and Jonathan can have more of a leniancy as to which college he could go to. It all seems to work out. But like my mom said, it is a great honor to be accepted to RISD, the Harvard of art schools. And even if my college decision is not final, there something that is for certain: I will never remove my RISD 2006 pin from my purse.
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