<p>My experience with Yale:</p>
<p>The moment I stepped on campus, I got that "feeling." The tingly, surreal, subtlely provoking idea that "Oh, I really could spend four years here. I could spend four years just sitting on the corner, staring at the buildings around me."</p>
<p>Before my visit, Yale had just been one of those aloof Ivy League Schools. One of the unattainables. One of the most prestigious colleges in the country. I didn't know prestige. My mom had bought a copy of US News and World Report, and I threw it down, frustrated. They all looked the same on paper. I wanted to visit each school that interested me, and wait to see if that feeling came along. All I knew about each college was a name, and maybe a family member or student who had gone there. </p>
<p>During the visit, every new aspect of Yale amazed me: the libraries, the breathtaking architecture, the buildings soaked with history, the bizarre traditions, and the residential colleges. When I heard about the competition between the residential colleges, I nearly jumped for joy. I am extremely competitive; I try as hard as I can to win in gym, and I get upset when my team doesn't win in Current Events Sweepstakes. I could only imagine campus-wide competition.</p>
<p>And now, I can only imagine it. I'm not going to Yale. After spending hours on the site and scouring the pages of the Blue Book to find my specific major, after two visits and two interviews, after a painful deferral and months of uncertainty, I had an answer-- No. </p>
<p>The very fact that I let myself fall blindly for a school upsets me. The fact that one of my best friends can go there, and I cannot, is painful. I know she deserves it (because she is amazing), but I feel like I deserve something for years and years of hard work. And I know I'm going to a very good school... But it's something about seeing other people, who maybe didn't work as hard, who went out and smoked and drank on the weekends, who aren't as articulate as I am, have more choices in schools, and are attending better schools-- this is what upsets me.</p>
<p>Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that the college I sent my deposit to is a good one. I know that I will fit in there, socially. I can even play field hockey there. I'm not planning on transferring; I know that I will be happy where ever I go. I just know that I would have been the happiest at Yale.</p>
<p>I dont know the point of this post. I needed to get my feelings out. I started writing a waitlist letter to Cornell, and this came instead. I have been holding this inside for a couple weeks because there has just been so much more to deal with in life
I dont really care if anyone reads it, but thanks if you do.
And feel free to post your own emo rants.</p>