I didn't cry when I got my acceptance, but I was a little surprised. The admissions committee met almost a week earlier than they told me they would, so I didn't expect the letter to be my acceptance. I honestly had no clue what it could be when I got the envelope. It wasn't thick, but it was too thick to be a rejection. I figured it was just some info about the school, and maybe it had come late or something.
When I opened it and read it, it was just a huge sense of accomplishment. This had been a long time in the works for me, and I was just relieved. A little excited too.
I really didn't expect to get in. Statistically, I had the worst shot at GA-PCOM of all my schools, and I was sitting on a pair of MD interview/rejections from last cycle, and a waitlist from LECOM-Bradenton.
From top to bottom, if I have to leave TX (which I do), this is the best situation for me personally, so that made it that much better when I got in. I wasn't going to have to make the best of another situation when I'd rather be somewhere else.