Whittling down my choices!

I just got an e-mail from Berkeley, and they are not accepting me into their program. I guess I don't really care, as I stopped thinking about them as an option a while a go, but I hope it doesn't bode poorly for Georgetown. I am right now in a boarding school in Gmunden Austria with some friends of mine. I was supposed to be back in Berlin (Home Sweet Home) but my train was so late that I wouldn't have made a connection to get home, so I decided to hang out with than for a little while longer. I am still waiting to sign up for spring semester classes (I am hoping to get into Latin, German, Spanish and Linguistics as well as maybe one more language). It seems like everything is going to come to a head all at once. I guess I will have to wait until I know everything about school next year, and then just spend one long night deciding what to do. Along with all of this I have to try to figure out if and how I am going to work at Concordia Language Villages again. On a different tangent; I like a song that has just been redone, and I feel like it kind of describes how I feel lately:

Father: It's not time to make a change
Just relax, take it easy
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to know
Find a girl, settle down
If you want you can marry
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy
I was once like you are now
and I know that it's not easy
To be calm when you've found something going on
But take your time, think a lot
Why, think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not

Son: How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again
It's always been the same, same old story
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go

Father: It's not time to make a change
Just sit down, take it slowly
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to go through
Find a girl, settle down
if you want you can marry
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy

Son: All the times that I cried
keeping all the things I knew inside
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it
If they were right, I'd agree
but it's them you know not me
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go