Yes, reader, it’s New Year’s Evening and I am at home writing a blog post. And yes, I will be spending the rest of my evening with Thomas More. (I wonder if he’ll kiss me at midnight?)

I just submitted my application to the University of Stillanotherstate. Some thoughtful consideration has led me to feel better and better about this program, and moved it up to rival the number one slot. Clicking the “submit” button actually made me feel good.

Two seconds later, the confirmation e-mail appeared in my inbox. These tend to say, abruptly, “Yes, got it, now please go away until we deign to contact you again. Pffft.”

This one, however.

Dear [Mouse],

The Graduate School at the University of [Stillanotherstate] has received your application. We are so excited that you have applied! [...] You have our best wishes as you pursue admission to the University of [Stillanotherstate].

Sincerely,
Graduate School
University of [Stillanotherstate]

They are so excited!

I can has Best Wishes!

I was a little blindsided by this burst of enthusiasm. Then it dawned on me: Oh. The Midwest. They are Like That out there. I love them.

… Sigh.