<p>Dear College,</p>
<p>Hey, it’s me—the girl whose mind has been solely focused on you for the past four years. Don’t you remember me? Did you even notice me? I know you get millions of applications each year, but did I not stand out for even a second? Anyway, I’m here to ask you a question, and I am going to word it in the simplest most honest way as I possibly can: Why is it so freaking hard to be accepted by you? Were my years of strenuous work insignificant to you? Were my scores not up to par? Did my hours of service work go unnoticed? I just don’t understand, college. I think it’s time for a reality check.</p>
<p>I am part of the large population known as the “over-achievers.” Since fifth grade, I’d spend countless hours doing homework, taking the hardest classes possible, participating in the most extra curricular activities—basically stretching myself out so thin I’d cry almost every night from stress and exhaustion. But, I knew it was okay, because one day, I’d be accepted by you. One day, I’d be happy and satisfied with what I had accomplished. It didn’t matter that I’d get only four hours of sleep a night, it only mattered that I consistently got straight As in my hard classes. I thought for sure you would be impressed with my efforts.</p>
<p>I’d spend my summers volunteering, and my afternoons after school in some activity or another. I’d take on leadership positions that would stress me out to the max and force me way outside my comfort zone, but it was okay college, because I knew one day, I’d be accepted by you. Spending time with my friends and family became a privilege in my hectic life, but it was all for you, college. I was miserable, depressed, and in way over my head, but I knew that you would accept me for what I had done.</p>
<p>Junior year, I took two SAT classes to improve my score, just for you, college. This meant that on top of my regular homework, I studied so you would not look at my scores in shame. Over and over I took this test, but I still could not meet your expectations, college. I’m sorry for that, but it’s okay. I knew that four years of diligent effort in and out of school would outshine my average test scores. </p>
<p>Then, college, I researched you. Visited you. Interviewed for you. Spent days painstakingly creating essays for you. Putting my application together for you. Even paid you. I did everything in my might to ensure that you’d appreciate me just as much as I appreciated you. Then, in what seemed the most stressful part of this process, I waited for you.</p>
<p>Months went by. Days seemed longer. Nights were sleepless as I endlessly waited for the mail to come. Finally, college, you got back to me with a letter. A single sheet of paper that outlined exactly what you thought of me and my life-long efforts. Just three paragraphs to reflect what I had been working on so hard and for so long. </p>
<p>College, this is where you let me down. You started out with some clich</p>