Ugh. I hate HS applications. Thankfully, the woman who took care of the psych department at Yale was truly awesome. Well, at least with the labs I worked in, because we were really, really good about submitting things correctly and getting even the tiniest of study changes approved. We had a good reputation, and she treated us very well. That made them a lot less painful than they could have been. (Mostly I hated filling out the forms because they were written as if they expected us to be injecting children full of poison acid and sticking them in a room full of rabid monkeys. Dudes and dudettes, I just want to show them pictures of animals and ask them mundane questions. No poison acid!)