OK, here's my story:
I Had a hard Wednesday afternoon, so some of my research colleages and I decided we'd meet on the other side of town for drinks. I know that the U of MN probably voted on my application that day, and that I could call tomorrow or Friday to get the decision, so I was a bit stressed. I got in my car and started driving through the city during rush hour when my phone rings. It's my mom, who says very quickly "TheUniversityOfMinnesota is trying to reach you HangUpNowBye." I immediately hung up and stared at my phone, waiting for it to ring. Five minutes later my mom calls back. She explains that the admissions office is trying to contact me, but can't. She gives me the number for the dead of admissions and says "do you think this is good news?" I know it's pretty standard for the dead of admissions at Minnesota to call people, so I'm pretty sure I got in. I tell her that I'm sure it is, hang up and call the number.....ring.....voicemail....redial......ring.....voicemail
...minutes go by....
then finally it rings twice, and then I hear the voice of the director of admissions. She says something like "The committee on admissions has met and has carefully evaluated your application." At this point it sounds like a rejection letter to me. but then "I am please to tell you that we are offering you a spot for the class of 2007." She then mentions that she had trouble contacting me, and that the woman on the phone was very eager to find out what was going on. I explained that my mom was like that. Turns out my mom first asked if it was good news, was told that she couldn't disclose that, and then said "well, if you're calling I just have a feeling it must be good news," to which the director of admissions laughed. When hanging up my mom yelled "Go Gophers!".
Sheesh!
So then I called my fiance. I woke her up from a nap. "Hullo" she said grogilly. I said that I had just gotten off the phone with the direcotor of admissions at the U of M, and that I had been admitted. "Woo hoo" she quietly said, and then "I'm going back to bed, goodnight." About an hour later she called and apologized. I had woken her up from a deep nap, and she was convinced I was getting in.