Poor Mailbox

I never thought that I would turn into a stalker, but sadly, I have. The poor mailbox is probably terrified.  Any day now I should find out if I have been accepted to Methodist College of Nursing, or if I didn’t get accepted. I have decided that this is where I’m going to be going to school, and not knowing if I have been accepted has me on pins and needles. As I walked out to the mailbox at 10am (yes, I know the mail doesn’t normally come that early, but I checked anyway) my mom informed me that my stalking the mailbox will not make a letter come any sooner. So now I want to call them and ask if they have mailed the letters yet. Or would make me sound really impatient? Oh, well, they would be getting the correct impression. Well, its 11:20 am, and I haven’t checked the mailbox in an hour, so I’m going to go check again. Prayers are appeciated.