I remember reading on TSR that one of my universities had already given out offers to those who were interviewed later than me, so I thought it was unlikely for me to be receiving an offer form them. During my routine daily checking of email I was shocked to see that my track status had changed. The signs point to a rejection but I was still holding on to some hope that it will be an offer. With shaky hands and a heavily pounding heart I logged into track.
And I found out that I got an unconditional offer! First thing I did was to shout out to the people in the living room that I was going to medical school (Later on one of them told me I sounded annoyingly super-excited :P) Next I called my parents and sms-ed closed friends. Finally, I was down to reading the offer letter. Then, it really sank into me that all my hard work had finally paid off, and I was a huge step closer to my ambition. Yes, tears of joy rolled and I was shaking away. I never thought that I would receive grades that would enable me to apply to medical school, much less be invited to interviews with my lacklustre school achievements and of course offered a place.
One of the best days ever (tied with the day I received my A levels results) and I'm still smiling as I type this
Well after logging into UCAS track and seeing my offer I burst into tears. It meant a lot especially as it was my third time applying. Then I phoned my dad who was on a plane at that moment about to board and he screamed down the phone (a happy scream) and told me that he'd call me back because everyone on the plane was staring at him .
Last edited by groovyangel2008; 21-05-2012 at 11:48.
I remember getting my offer to my first choice. I was on my gap year in a tiny internet cafe and you could see Mt. Kilimanjaro out the window. Perfect setting. I was a bit subdued though because it was a very hushed setting and in a bit of a rough area so I didn't want to draw attention to myself.
The part that had the most emotional impact on me though was what happened when I got home.
Although I'd written a letter to accept my place and gotten the folks at home to send in certificates and things, the day after I got back (with a flight+layover > a day travel time) I opened a UCAS letter to see that I'd been rejected from both offers for lack of a reply. And that I was one week past the automatic reversal window for it.
My heart dropped out my body quicker than anything I can remember. And I've watched Rebecca Black's friday. :/
Thankfully though, it all got sorted out and I got to start that September. Woo.
I think every time I had an update, I was in a lecture, surrounded by those that had heard nothing.
Out of decency, I checked on my phone then said nothing. To no one.
My housemate knew, but apart from that, people on the course only found out weeks later when others had heard things.
I was living abroad, on skype to my parents, I was told I wouldn't hear so soon post interview so I thought it was a rejection when I got the email.
Went on to track, sort of sat there like what the hell how has this happened, squealed a bit, went and told my friends I was living with, cried a bit and was in absolute shock for 2 full days including for my next interview. But it was sort of a good shock feeling, like omg I actually did it.
I think it has only just sunk in now. I wasn't even that happy, just shocked, I never thought I'd make it and then came out with 4 offers so I was very lucky .
Edit: not sure why I got negged for just replying honestly to a thread?
I was just casually eating my frosted shreddies and checked emails. It was a huge shock considering I was on the waiting list and was told I wouldn't hear until August! So decided to ring my mum and burst out crying. I couldn't compose myself for a bit so the poor woman thought something awful had happened!
I actually cried when I had my first interview come through because it initially said I needed a passport for proof of identity and I immediately thought that it was all ruined because I didn't have one
Then my first response was a rejection and I felt terrible and just tried to completely ignore it.
But then my second response was an offer and I just screamed and laughed a lot and my brother was the only person home so I just kept shouting "omg" down the stairs at him...
Last year: i got all my rejections in the same week.. wasnt too fussed about the 1st three. When i got my last one (only post-interview rej) I had to leave for work in about 2 minutes - so didnt bother telling parents. I was totally devastated though and didnt really want to tell anyone in the hospital either. After this, I drove straight to a "date" which was planned weeks ago - i think it would be fair to say i wasnt the best company i could be lol. weirdly, stayed with him for about a year.
This year, im on a gap year and after each interview invitation mail - Id burst into my parents room and spill. (aswell as call the parent(s) not at home). Reacted in much the same way when i got my offer. THink i screamed a little too. and fist pumped. followed by a victory dance followed by a spin to the beach blasting my music (not like me at all!) i was so ecstatic i bought an icecream even though it was freezing, AND tipped the guy loads (payed a fiver and just left all the change) haha. On my way home i bought a load of munchies then just chillllled the **** out
..cant believe its been 3 months since!! another 3 to goooooo..