First off, for months, theCSO has been saying things like "Georgetown's not that great, it's probably not worth the money" and "George Mason is actually a really good school, and you could certainly get well-prepared for what you want to do if you went there."
Since I've gotten in, he has changed his tune completely to "OK, I have a plan for paying for it..." and "I spy with my little eye someone who's going to Georgetown!"
So that's good. Because I'd been worried for months that I would have to have the "Umm... Sweetie, I know you don't seem to like Georgetown for whatever reason, and I know it costs, like, as much as four Miatas, but I really want to go? Is that OK?" conversation. But know, he was just preparing me for the worst.
I'm still a bit insecure on the whole going-to-school-where-I-will-be-constantly-surrounded-with-really-smart-people issue, which, nothing on McLean High School or St. Andrews Presbyterian College, is not something I've ever really had to deal with. Last night I was talking to Linguist Friend and I was like:
"At Georgetown Law, would I be the dumb kid?"
"You had a 2.92 GPA in college and you still got in. That's not the dumb kid. The dumb kid works really hard and had higher grades, but doesn't have the personal statement or the LSAT scores you had." Linguist Friend said.
Ooh, that was obvious.
And I felt like the dumb kid for a minute.
But talking to Linguist Friend can be like that.