<p>Confession: I’m excessively happy right now. Not even tomorrow can bring me down :]</p>
<p>Dear Dream College,</p>
<p>I am SOOOOO happy that I got in, but I would really appreciate more financial aid so I can actually afford to go to your college without totally decimating my parents’ life savings. Ahhhh, the joys of being middle class in America :(</p>
<p>-VirologyNerd</p>
<p>I think I like this person…
But that person annoys me. Why am I contradicting myself?</p>
<p>Dear Junior year,
like HURRY UP ALREADY OH MY GOODNESS ! i just wanna apply to college :(</p>
<p>Dear upcoming senior year,
please dont take too long . i really just want to be in college. please. please . please .</p>
<p>Edit:
Dear SAT scores coming out tomorrow,
please be good to me</p>
<p>I was rejected from Georgetown, Cornell, and Carnegie Mellon. Not only was I rejected, but I discover this the day after I come back from the ER, where a 7cm cyst in my ovary ruptured. I can barely walk, my head constantly hurts, and I’ve missed almost a week of school. I also come home to my facebook littered with acceptances to fabulous schools for a bunch of my classmates. Many who I know not only have a lower GPA then me, lower test scores, and didn’t try as hard as I have or been threw hell and back like I have between my sister and my own problems. I could pull the “it’s because they’re Hispanic” card, and that might be true to some extent, but it makes me look bitter and jealous and I hate being perceived as that. And some of them are my friends. OH, AND THANK YOU CMU AND CORNELL FOR NOT EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY OF MAILING MY REJECTION LETTERS AND WRITING ON THEIR WEBSITES IF I WANT A COPY OF MY DECISION LETTER TO EMAIL THEM. </p>
<p>My choices are now between UF, FSU, RIT, and University of Rochester. I haven’t heard about UR financial aid, but basically I’m going to have to take out loans for the dorms. And I have to decide whether to stay in Florida or not, which I am gearing towards Florida just to stay close to a boy, WHICH IS STUPID IDEA. But ARGH.</p>
<p>It’s MY life. Let me choose my future, please. Let me choose what school I want to go to! You haven’t asked my opinion ONCE on where I want to go.</p>
<p>Dear 1,000,000th college rejection, I love you. You deserve the 1,000,000th rejection award.</p>
<p>Harvard thanks for the rejection, I wasn’t expecting anything anyway. But UPenn and Columbia… what the hell come on, undeserving kids in my school have gotten in. Thanks for the rejections!</p>
<p>SHUT UP. You are so annoying and I don’t know anybody that likes you. Let me count the reasons…you never shut up - nobody cares about every single little thing that happens to you. You think you’re all that and a bag of chips, but you’re not as smart as you seem to think you are…it doesn’t make sense to me that every time we have a test or quiz or essay or even a simple assignment, “it’s just not one of those days” for you. You never do anything you are asked to, and if you ever have any responsibility you don’t do it and end up giving to to someone else. You were responsible for that fundraiser; you hardly tried, said it “wasn’t going to work,” and gave the responsibility to someone else. You were responsible for making the club scrapbook to put in the contest at the state’s club convention; you tried to give the responsibility to me. HA! Worst “editor” ever - you’ve taken pictures at one event. Wow, I’m really getting angry typing this. However, I’m not going to tell you about everything that I am feeling tomorrow at lunch. And now you’re treasurer? Who voted for you? I want to know. They need a talkin’ to. (She got treasurer by ONE vote over a girl who is much more responsible and creative.) Oh and nobody cares that you’re getting your glasses today after school. Not that it’s bad to get glasses, but you don’t need to tell everyone in AP Lang that YOU’RE FINALLY GETTING YOUR GLASSES TOMORROW SO YOU WILL ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO SEE THE ASSIGNMENT while the teacher is trying to teach something on the board. Truth be told, I can’t stand you, and you better not be in the room I’m in during the convention. I won’t be as easy on you as I have been for the past 2 years. K, thanks, bye.</p>
<p>After weeks of deciding against prom, since my crush wouldn’t ask and having not talked for a month…his mom calls to say congrats on college admissions. She called me her daughter-in-law by mistake, which was weird, but made my night. </p>
<p>I summoned up the courage to ask him today, but a friend who has a crush on me beat me. The guy asked me in public…I ran away. Then I found out some person asked my crush to prom, and he said yes. Plans screwed…Also stressed about schoolwork, and ppl’s assumption of which college I’ll attend, or how “lucky” I am.</p>
<p>and then…i found out he doesn’t even remember his dates’ name! haha, funny how one fact can cheer a person up. sillly, silly person.</p>
<p>Dear College,</p>
<p>You waitlisted my best friend. She loved your college, despite the fact that it was basically a safety because of her great SATs, high GPA, and amazing ECs. Yet, you accepted those inferior to her who do not even appreciate the fact that their “billionth” acceptance was someone’s dream.</p>
<p>You want to know why I’m really angry? I had to be the shoulder she cried on because she refused to tell her parents that, despite the fact that they work their a**es off, their awful financial situation was taken into account during her admissions decisions.</p>
<p>You have more money than some third world countries. Why did you reject her?</p>
<p>Dear Duke,
Thank you sooooooo much for accepting me after deferring me ED. I don’t regret your initial decision, because in the process of applying to 13 colleges I learned a lot about myself. Also, the acceptance is that much sweeter knowing that I had to work harder and wait longer to get it. Given your talented applicant pool, I am soooo grateful. You proved to me that your admissions process truly is holistic, because I have a few less-than-stellar grades tainting my transcript. My family and I are still in shock about your decision. Today is the best day of my life. </p>
<p>Dear Georgetown, Cornell, UPenn, and Tufts,
I couldn’t care less that you rejected me. </p>
<p>Dear Homework,
I don’t feel like doing you right now.</p>
<p>dear world,</p>
<p>sometimes I feel so inferior. most people - and I live in one of the most educated counties in the states - don’t hesitate or think twice before calling me a genius, but I feel so phony, so fake. I know what geniuses are, and I don’t deserve that title. Not yet, at least.</p>
<p>I have squandered so much time. What have I done with my life? What do I have to show for 19 years on earth? I don’t know how to play an instrument, I stopped playing tennis, and I don’t even, well…KNOW that much. I am so directionless. I have so much lost time to make up for, and I lose more time the more that I fret over this fact.</p>
<p>I want to do something great with my life, but most people who have done something great began doing whatever thing that was when they were children. but I have no special skills. Just a sense of humor and a high level of generalized intelligence that I failed to specialize while my brain was at its zenith of plasticity.</p>
<p>I also think I’m addicted to the internet and I can waste an entire day doing nothing…I should start reading more.</p>
<p>I hope I find out what I want to do with my life at college. I hope before I die I can do something that qualifies for my own standard of “genius”.</p>
<p>Dear University of Washington,</p>
<p>Thank you for accepting me. You are my choice school, and have been since I was a freshman, and I didn’t realize before seeing all the financial aid packages I’ve been getting back, that I am kind of forced to attend. My second choice school which I was considering attending gave me a terrible package that would leave me with a ton of loans to pay back and a lot of debt. Thank you so much for giving me a good amount of grants and covering everything. </p>
<p>You know, I realized life is a ***** when I saw how terrible my financial aid package was from my second choice school, but I realize that we play with the cards we are dealt, no matter what they are.</p>
<p>Wow, I feel like I’m writing a college essay right now haha.</p>
<p>dear Wellesley</p>
<p>I love you. please give me more money.</p>
<p>dear Lewis and Clark,</p>
<p>I know you were kind of my safety but I have to thank you for the scholarship. After getting all my financial aid packages I have realized that I would have been SOL if not for you. goodness knows what I would have done without…</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>^yes! please mom, come on just let me go. Getting in was only half the battle, I will do everything I can to prove myself.</p>
<p>Dear__ ( the same __ from the other day)</p>
<p>Ahhh maybe you’re just a nice guy, but I feel like there’s something there, maybe not between us but there’s something there… I just don’t know what it is. Oh yeah and earlier today, could we have possibly been thinking the same thing? hmmm…</p>
<p>Dear Vanderbilt Summer Program,
Please give me enough aid to actually attend the damn thing. I live approx. 2 hours away, doesn’t that give me an advantage…? Tiny bit? No? Okay.</p>
<p>Dear University of Southern California,
Please accept me for the fall of 2012. If accepted, I’ll attend. Pinky swear. Even a nice “spring admit” will do.
PS, I love you.</p>
<p>Dear junior year,
I’m sorry, but… our relationship has to end. Now. It’s not me, it’s you.
All the […] pain you put me through,
I know that it’s not me, it’s you, you, you.</p>
<p>Dear parents,
5f7g8huijko[po8y9t675rfguyhj. < - How I’m feeling right now, so stop asking.</p>
<p>Dear standardized tests I’m taking in June,
Please be good to me. Don’t let me down.</p>
<p>Dear Smith College,
The more I fall in love, the more it hurts. Please make December 15, 2011 the happiest day of my life. </p>
<p>Dear MITES,
I need you. Please snail mail me a nice, thick packet in the coming weeks.</p>
<p>*When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat</p>
<p>Now the neighborhood’s cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives</p>
<p>Chances thrown
Nothing’s free
Longing for what used to be
Still it’s hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams*</p>