FRUSTRATION * 10^(783244UHJGFSKUYFGV876TY2UEGBDA78) = Me

Dear Diary,

"It is with genuine regret that we inform you that the Admissions Committee is unable to offer you a position in the freshman class at Washington University. You will also receive this notification by mail.We appreciate your strong interest in Washington University, and we wish you all the best in the university community you choose to join."

Well if you frknn regret it then accept me! 

ugh rejection sucks! I really thought I had a strong chance at this University. I went to visit the campus, and I demonstrated interest by Emailing the admissions for further information. I know, I know, interest is not everything! But I really wanted to go there, and I showed the Admission Committee that! 

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My guidance counselor told me a week ago that I should be expecting a decision within the next week--probably the cause for the hell of this week. Every 10 minutes I would check the Washington University Pathway, and every 15 minutes my mom would text me "Did you get in?" Originally, the people on College Confidential--the second source of hell--were predicting decisions to be out on Tuesday, then when they did not come out Tuesday, people cried Wednesday. I gave up hope on Thursday and figured decisions will be released over the weekend. Out of boredom I checked my Washington University Pathway on Friday afternoon and bam! What do I see? "It is with genuine regret..."I closed the screen. I read those five words and war broke out inside my mind. 'How?' 'Why?' 'What?' 'FUCK.'

Moments like these refer me back to the banal, teenage way of comforting someone: "Shit happens". Yes shit certainly does happen outside the bathroom. Shit happened when I fell off my bike in the second grade, and shit happened when I had too much alcohol at a New Years Eve Party. Though, I feel like diarrhea happened this past Friday. Jeez teenagers need to think of a better way to console someone. 

Eh, I didn't get to lucky with the College process. I was rejected  from the University of Pennsylvania early decision and rejected from Washington University regular decision. Those were the only 'reach' schools I applied to. Apparently my arm isn't long enough. (You know what they say about short arms!) I am very content with my safety school. I was admitted into a very prestigious program in my safety school, and I will hopefully succeed in the school I attend. I do feel a little contempt to Washington University, but I recognize that this was not a personal attack. The admission committee does not know me, and I was not admitted for a reason. 

Contrary to my friends, my dad is professional advice giver. I was venting to him my concerns, and I rhetorically asked why I tried throughout high school just to be admitted to a safety school. He told me the competition does not end here. Whether competing for graduate school or for job opportunities, competition will always be around. This was not my last rejection. I will encounter other rejections--some will come with a very similar face and some with masks--but I will never let the rejection define me or my achievements. So as I finish this blog post, I flush the toilet signifying the riddance of shit and the embracement of  the rich opportunities the future has to offer.