It's like the admits took the wormhole and we're taking the long way. As we accelerate, the amount of time between communications ratchets up until there's all but silence on GMATClub. Nothing to cheer us on our long, lonely journeys. Somehow, a few of us survive and make it to the other end. But when we get there, everyone has grown older while we've aged little on our light-speed trek. As fresh-faced newcomers, we must integrate ourselves into a strange and well-established society. Our finances in disarray from forfeited deposits and hasty FAFSAs, we struggle to find lodging in the new world.
Apologies to the physicists.