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On Monday, Coach K calls me back into his office to inform me that he got a call from his friend from the board of admissions at Boston University.
“BU?” I repeat, sure I must have heard him wrong. BU is one of the best schools in the country. I am not one of the best students in the country.
Admittedly, my dad went there, too. But legacy can only get you so far… can’t it?
“He was impressed by your essay,” Coach K explains. “Something about an identity crisis, I believe he said? I must admit, I wasn’t entirely surprised.”
I did write my BU essay about not knowing who I was or what I wanted to be, but I didn’t actually expect them to like it. “But…” I’m really confused. “I just submitted that application, like, a month ago. I thought we weren’t supposed to hear until December at th
