This entire week, I have been stressing out over March 10th. I know that I will end up in a quality school, but I am having trouble dealing with the fact that I might not be accepted to Andover (My absolute top school). I haven’t been this anxious about high school ever, but after many visits to the school, I know that it is the place that I want to spend four years of my life with. I really don’t want to get my hopes up, but I cannot imagine going anywhere else for high school. I keep wasting my time watching videos and reading articles in the Phillipian as if I already got accepted there. Most of my feelings are bottled up because I don’t want to bother my friends (Most of them already know where they’re going to HS). Sorry for rambling and wasting a whole thread on this, but I just needed to vent a little and calm down.
I know what it’s like to fall in love… with a school, that is. When I was 12, I applied to Groton’s eighth grade. I was infatuated with the school, and while I knew nothing was guaranteed, I thought I had a good shot. I dreamt of spending five years there, of growing close to my classmates and teachers and learning everything there is to learn. I told myself that even if I didn’t get in, I’d finish middle school and apply again.
I was waitlisted. I finished middle school and I applied again, to more schools this time. I was waitlisted.
Now I know that Groton isn’t the only place where I could be happy. There are many other great schools that I would be overjoyed to attend. Hopefully I’ll log back into CC in a couple years with a story of how School X shaped me, and how everything worked out seamlessly.
But here I am, a freshman at public school, in my second year post-waitlist round one. Not getting in is like what I imagine to be a bad breakup. It hurts like ___, but you’ll get over it. One day you’ll look back and realize it doesn’t make your heart ache quite as badly anymore.
I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason, but there is often a silver lining. I don’t love school, but I have an amazing English teacher whom I never would’ve met if my dreams had come true. I’ve made new friends, I’ve matured greatly, and if nothing else, this application process is making me strong for a real breakup. 
Hang in there. Good luck.
Look at it this way: There are a lot worse things in the world to experience than a private school rejection letter. Hang in there!
Just think about this. You’re definitely not the only one stressing out. I know that because I am super duper stressed right now. Don’t worry. As everyone said, hang in there!