- Mar 1, 2019
BFE's can take a while.
Great story indeed! She is from my hometown of Arlington, VA. I'm going to take that as a good omen for my DS as he awaits news in the Houston area. Good luck to all!Posting this because 1), it is a nice story, and 2), it shows appointments are starting to pop out of VA.
Nilah Williamson, the Yorktown High School senior who was recently featured on Good Morning America for pursuing a pilot's license before a driver's license, will be attending the U.S. Naval Academy next fall. Williamson said she wants to major in chemistry, a field that she is passionate about...www.arlnow.com
Does that mean there is nothing in there they have to sign and return stating their acceptance?A word for those looking for the BFE - if covid history repeats itself - DS received appointment end of May. BFE arrived in early November. LOL I have a picture of him holding it in uniform at the academy.
A little historical context - back when Dinosaurs roamed the earth (ie.. before internet, email. texts, etc), USNA Admissions decisions were sent by mail... If you were admitted, you got a Big Fat Envelope (BFE) , with alot of information. If decline, you got the Thin White Envelope (TWE) . We often use the terms BFE and TWE here to mean acceptance or decline, not necessarily the physical receipt of the document.Would you say if it hasn’t arrive in 2 weeks we should contact someone?
.I hear the creaking of the appointment catapult winding up!
Lovely. I do like poetry that creates a memorable word picture..
When I think of “creaking”, I imagine the creaking and popping of fine wooden furniture, wooden case work and shelving, floors, walls, and rafters ... and for some reason, the poem “Those Winter Sundays” by Robert Hayden:
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?