We live for these moments,

these moments when everything in the world coincides with how we feel, think and act. You put all your passion and love forward. And here, on this paper are the scratched marks of someone acknowledging your fire. It's humbling, it's fulfilling: it's everything it should be and more. Life is fucking glorious. It doesn't get much better than this.

The cut off was 68 this year. 68+ were accepted and anything between 63 and 67 was put on a waiting list (if academic requirements were met as well).

This is surreal. I made the cut by twenty whole marks.