I’ve been thinking about this a lot since my daughter got rejected from her top choice last week, and in talking with one or two of my seniors last week.
Then, yesterday morning, I was watching What Not to Wear getting ready for school. (Don’t laugh, there’s a point.)
On the show, as always happens, a woman tried on a pair of jeans. They made her look fat, and she responded along the lines of “See? I don’t have the body for jeans!”
And the response of Stacey and Clinton? “It’s not you, it’s THAT PAIR of jeans… they just don’t suit your body. So take them off and try on another pair, and another pair, until you find the style that fits.”
See my point?
If you get that dreaded one page response from a college, it’s simply a sign that they weren’t the right fit.
My daughter, when she got the rejection letter, was hurt that her future was based on “numbers on a page.” And she’s right.
They didn’t reject HER, they rejected HER APPLICATION. There are so many wonderful things about her that that particular school will never know: her determination, her work ethic, her kindness, her sense of humor… and so much more.
Pretty much all they had was a series of numbers on a page, and those numbers weren’t a good fit. It wasn’t about HER, it was about HER STATISTICS. Sure, those stats paint a picture, but it can’t possibly be a complete picture.
I hope my early morning ramblings are making sense. If you do get that dreaded thin envelope, allow yourself a pity party… we always find that Ice Cream therapy is a help.
But then get over it. Don’t allow it to make you feel bad about yourself, since they never got to know YOU. Simply acknowledge that this one wasn’t the right fit, and go out and find the school that is.