Financial Downgraid.

Five months. That is how long I waited. Fine agonizing, heart wrenching months. I clicked 'submit' on my common application for Boston University on October 15, 2007, knowing I would have to wait until at least March for a reply. But what would the response be? Would I find myself staring at a small envelope, encasing, in my opinion, the most disappointing letter ever composed? Or would I hold a fat packet, packed to the absolute maximum with information of housing, tuition, and opportunities. The odds were against me, and so were the financial aid Gods. Boston is known for it's high standards and even higher tuition, so how would I ever find my way into it's highly guarded doors?
I fell in love with Boston in August of 2007 when I attended a summer camp there. I loved the people, the campus (or lack thereof), the history, the culture, the mood...I could not get enough of it. It has been my number one choice college since then and though I have been accepted into many other wonderful universities, Boston's name was the only one that set my heart thumping.Then I receieved it. March 30, 2008. My letter. And what letter, you ask? An acceptance letter. I cried, I shook, I jumped, I danced. I called everyone in my phone book, they knew how much it meant to me. I could not believe it, this was a red pen diary moment.
But. Yes, there's always a but. B-U-T (no 2nd t.) No financial aid. No scholarships. And the one of the country's highest tuitions. God, you just could not cut me slack, could you?