
When I was in high school, I wanted nothing more than to attend New York University for college. My parents were both graduates, it had an excellent nursing program, and of course, I was itching to move out of suburbia and into the big city. I applied early decision. I vividly remember receiving the decision email while driving home from school with my brother, and having to wait throughout the entire drive to open it. As soon as I got home, I opened the email to an acceptance letter and started crying. It was one of the best days of my life.