Friday: It's Bell or Bust

Today, we're suppose to hear back from Bellarmine whether or not my son made it. As soon as my son got home from school, he went straight to the mailbox to check if there was a big envelope from Bellarmine. Nothing. Well, the mailman hadn't arrived yet. Within an hour, he did, but no envelope. Not even a small one. A small envelope meant he didn't make it. So, nothing means OK, for now.

As the evening went, the speculation grew. Anxiety was building up. It got worse when we started hearing news of acceptance from my son's classmates from their schools of choice, particularly those from Moreau and St. Francis. But none from Bellarmine. Moreau applicants got phone calls while those for St. Francis received emails. That's was all fine. As long as no one else had heard from Bell, we were all good.

But the anxiety and jitters just got worse late into the night when we didn't hear anything (or got something) from Bellarmine. It was almost the end of what should have been D-Day. For now, we'd all have to sleep over it and wait one more day. Hopefully, Saturday would bring better news.