The good news is that I won't be freezing to death next winter in Fargo, ND.
It was, perhaps, the nicest rejection letter I've ever had though.
It was a little ironic, because I got the email while doing an exercise in one of my classes in which we write and discuss our plans in 5, 10, 30 years. As I had just finished writing about finishing grad school, I got an email letting me know I will not be going to one of the 5 places I applied. At least next year.
