I knew from the moment I pulled the envelope out of my campus mailbox that this packet was far too light to be an acceptance letter. I made it back to my dorm room before I started crying.
I know now I was more enamored with having a degree from an Ivy League college rather than getting a solid broadcast journalism foundation. So rather than gamble with a wait-list and then pay off the enormous debt that comes with an Ivy League education, I looked forward to an assistant ship and the challenge that awaited me at my second choice, the Newhouse School at Syracuse University... which is actually quite prestigious in itself.
I never knew on that first day of class that in a small graduate class of 28, I would meet both my future husband AND sister-in-law.

But I did.

It wasn't until after graduation that a chain of events starting linking together. A casual date became a meaningful relationship which only became stronger when Dave and I moved a thousand miles apart. He


People say 'all things work out for the best', but this is the one instance in my life where


2 comments:
What a great story!
Crazy because I remember touring Columbia with you. We didn't fit it in at ALL!!!
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