I want to start off by saying I’m not exactly sure why I’m making this thread; I guess I just want to tell people my story. I hope it can serve as an example for other people.
I began my college search as a typical freshman - naive about what really mattered in a school. I bounced around between several first choices as the years progressed, but I eventually settled on Georgetown University. Visiting the campus only confirmed my hunch - it was the school for me. I convinced myself that was where I was meant to be. I also put together what I thought was a good mix of seven other schools:
Yale
SLU
Stanford
Middlebury
GWU
Dartmouth
Wash U
There were a couple reaches, some matches, and a couple safeties; I thought I was set. I don’t really want to get into stats/ECs, but some context is needed; I had a 4.0 GPA and received a perfect score on my ACT. I’m an Eagle Scout, did a varsity sport, and was involved in a good mix of extracurriculars with a focus on politics and law (with a couple leadership positions thrown in there, too).
While I may have been optimistic (as I always am about things), I certainly didn’t expect to get into all of those schools. I expected a healthy assortment of rejections and acceptances (and maybe a waitlist or two). However, after the process was over, I found myself with one acceptance - to a safety school (SLU) I liked well enough but never dreamed of attending. My mom cried multiple times throughout the week of April 1st because she felt so bad for me.
Now, you might be expecting this next part to be where I rant about affirmative action and claim I was only rejected or waitlisted because I’m a white male, or where I say my life was ruined because of the admissions officers at <em>insert school here</em>… Sorry to disappoint you. To be honest, from my perspective my life is going great right now. My senior year - regardless of my experiences with the college admissions process - was definitely my best year of high school by far. Due to a lot of different factors - an amazing retreat I went on with some classmates/teachers, naturally becoming more outgoing, growing more in my faith, or for whatever combination of reasons - I met so many great people, made a lot of new friends, and had some of the best times of my life.
I guess the point I’m making is that I value being able to look back on a senior year filled with lots of laughter and nice memories instead of bitterness and regret. You can’t let a rejection - or two, or three, or however many - get you down. An admissions decision (as my friends and family have affirmed many times) isn’t a characterization of you as person; just because you were rejected doesn’t mean you’re worthless or not good enough. I want to say again - that is absolutely not the case. We all have the potential to succeed, no matter where we end up.
Perhaps it’s a blessing in disguise that my whole college application process turned out the way it did; I’m a big believer in the idea that everything happens for a reason. Even though it may seem impossible, you can’t be afraid to proudly accept whatever life throws your way. I think a quote from one of my favorite books, Man’s Search for Meaning by Victor Frankl, would be appropriate:
“The way in which a man accepts his fate and all the suffering it entails, the way in which he takes up his cross, gives him ample opportunity even under the most difficult circumstances to add a deeper meaning to his life.”
Thanks for hearing me out. To any of you who may be in a situation similar to mine - don’t let a school (or schools) ruin your life. Enjoy it to the fullest - no matter what it throws at you.