Omg, omg, I'm not admitted into MIT yet and I'm already taking one of its courses. It's known as Mindfuck 101, a prerequisite for all freshmen in less than 12 hours before admittance (or if you're not so lucky, rejection). It's rather simple, how the course structure goes about.
First,
The adcom sets the date to announce the admission decision approximately one day, one hour and 59 minutes before Friday the 13th.
Second,
Anxiety and paranoia takes charge, resulting in unnecessary fidgeting and excessive nail biting alone in the room while your roommate is like a 1000 miles away in Europe.
Third,
You feel an awkwardly and strangely cold chill around you, as if you just got married to a bridal order who looks exactly like your janitor back at home.
Fourth,
You feel the urge to gulp down half a gallon of Redbull + Livita, jog around college parading your manhood.
Fifth,
You made perfect sense why Michael Jackson should be your lifetime gay partner.
Sixth,
You thought you saw the light at the end of the tunnel when you knew perfectly that you're peeping into the women's bathroom with a long PVC piping you lifted off the sewage management truck.
Zomg,
I'm really mindfucked. Haih, pardon my language. This is extreme paranoia. *continues with meditation*
