<p>Nice read.</p>
<p>I only applied to six schools because I thought they were what I was looking for academically, socially, and later on, professionally. I picked those schools because I could clearly see myself being happy there after I enrolled, if I got in. Later in the year, I realized that I truly loved only 3 of those schools.</p>
<p>Two of those three schools rejected me. And for the first two days, rejection hurt. A lot. It didn't help that after I found out my decisions online, I called one of my best friends and found out that he had gotten into every college he wanted to get into. As cliche (and as stupid) as it sounds now, I had to go take a nap because I was emotionally spent and didn't want to be with the thought of being rejected and I thought that maybe after taking a nap, my rejections would magically turn into wait-lists.</p>
<p>For me, it wasn't just the rejection that hurt--it was seeing a lot of my friends, including some pretty close ones, wave around four or five acceptances that, after being rejected from two of my top three choices, I would have loved to receive. I had only one top choice left (which I was happy with) but I felt like I lacked a choice. My cynical side told me that that college had accepted me because it knew that the other colleges would reject me. It felt like I was locked in and that I was being acted upon and not the other way around like it should be.</p>
<p>One thing I found out the hard way: No matter how many more applications a college had received, it didn't make it hurt any less. Applications and hurt are not inverse proportions.</p>
<p>Maybe it was my fault for... vesting so much emotional interest into these schools and buying the hype that comes with admissions decisions. I knew that my chances at these schools were as good as anyone else's--that I was just as qualified and just as talented as some of my friends who had gotten in. But it hurt doubly-so when I was wasn't even given the wait-list. And to see my friends get into my top choice (which I really, really loved and wanted to go to) because of it's high ranking and "prestige" hurt a lot. Maybe I had been deluded by one too many Disney movies. Who knows.</p>
<p>Frankly, rejection just takes a couple days to get over. It'll start to hurt less when you focus on the positives and not the negatives. Over the next couple of days, I was so bi-polar about my admissions decisions because I would be really happy and excited for the school I had gotten into when I read on them and then I would troll a CC forum and just be depressed all over again. (To rejected students next year: Unplug your computer and DO NOT check Facebook profiles and CC forums just to beat yourself up over the decisions like I did.)</p>
<p>In retrospect, it's so easy to say I would have changed so-and-so in my application. But the hardest thing and reality about college admissions is that you really only get one shot. And sometimes, you just aren't lucky enough and the school just has one too many mathematician/soccer player/cellist/club president or one too many cheerleader/political activist/part-time worker/minority.</p>
<p>Now, I'm pretty content with where I'm ending up. It's still one of my top choices and I'm growing to love it more and more. I got a great financial aid package and in some way, this school will give me advantages the other school wouldn't have. There are so many positives to focus on and so much to be excited but even after a week and half, I still feel a little regret at not being able to go to my "other" top choice...</p>
<p>But, it's only four short years to grad school.</p>