Acceptance Letter To Clemson

“I got accepted to Clemson!” Chad had screamed with excitement as he opened the neatly sealed Clemson orange tinted acceptance letter, and Cole similarly screamed: “Well I got accepted to James Madison!”, for he had gotten a purple tinted acceptance letter from James Madison. My whole family and I congratulated them on the accomplishment of being admitted into the colleges that they had worked so diligently to get in, that they wanted so bad to get into. The dinner table that night was ecstatic and full of energy, and we had a grand feast like the ones they might have had in Rome or another great empire. After dinner was finished being cleaned up, and we had all happily trudged off to our rooms and such other places for the rest of the night, and I was enjoying playing video games and talking to my brothers, just having the best and most thrill ridden night with them; but that would change in the following weeks.
I was in such devastation that they had do write essays, enter submissions, just to try and get scholarships, instead of playing with this self-aware, self-centered, selfish person which was me. Annoyed with my persistence, and envious of my carefree self, they would almost always deny my requests, and so I would bitterly go back to my room, and start games with my friends, always missing slots that could be easily filled. Soon enough, the writing of the essays was done, and I thought that once again they had freedom, but oh was I wrong. That was just the beginning of the ordeal. My brothers were off to a freshman orientation of the college, in which they learned all about the college and where their classes were. When they came back, only a short time passed before they saw which scholarships that they had been fortunate enough to