<p>I felt compelled to write this. </p>
<p>I was, like much of the cc community, an applicant to some top tier schools. I applied to HYP, Duke, Dmouth, and WUSTL. I worked hard in school, (valedictorian, 4.0/5.0, good ACT/SAT, my one weakness). I had good extracurriculars, nothing stellar, a little research (no excuses, but going to private institutions does offer more opportunity). The sum of it all is, I was a good applicant with a decent shot at the top, not great, but I took advantage of every opportunity available to me.</p>
<p>Then Decision Day came.</p>
<p>I came home after an endless workday, two hours after decisions were made. Sat down alone.
Dartmouth: reject. no reaction
Duke: reject. darn
WUSTL: waitlist. surprise
Harvard:reject. no reaction
Yale: reject. a tear or two (this was my first choice)
Princeton: locked out for 30 minutes because I forgot my password.
checked it. reject. no reaction</p>
<p>I was numb. I stepped outside. It was cold, because Wisconsin is always cold. Didn't want to talk to anyone. Came back in. Mom comforted me a bit. Called dad. Dad speeds home. Comes home, I break down, hard. Tears poured in a deluge down m cheek. It was the single worst feeling I've ever felt, ever. I ran outside, grabbed my lacrosse stick and ripped shots against the door for a good 5 minutes, tears filling my eyes. I was the most angry I'd ever been. I screamed at God. "WHY! WHAT DIDN'T I DO!" I was so upset I didn't come to school for a few days. I was more hurt by that one day than ever before. I felt that my life was pointless, worthless. I felt like I should have taken more opportunities; that I didn't do enough and wouldn't have done enough even if the opportunities had been there.</p>
<p>But then something weird happened. I came in. My parents and little brother had been crying too. My little brother hugged me and said it would be okay. I cried some more. I didn't go to school for two days, and when I did, my teachers nearly cried with me. No one expected it, my whole school had been rooting for me. They told me that if anybody deserved to go, it was me. But I didn't feel that way. My dad told me we were going to rebuild, but I felt absolutely empty. I didn't even want to go to college after that point. I had some backups, but it didn't matter. I applied late to Drake, Creighton, and a few others, with little joy in my heart.</p>
<p>They accepted me within the week, with a fat scholarship. We visited those other schools, and you know what? I fell in love all over again. Drake is going to be my home this fall. </p>
<p>I grew up a lot in these past weeks. I guess the point I'm trying to make is that your self worth is not reliant on the college you attend. The odds ARE against you, but that doesn't mean you stop trying. You will succeed wherever you go. If you applied to top schools, you know you took advantage of everything available to you, so stop comparing yourself to other applicants. You shot for the stars. Be strong and courageous in the face of defeat, because life doesn't always go your way, and the only way to grow is to face challenge.</p>
<p>I'm rambling, and so I apologize. It feels a lot like word vomit. Again, sorry. Usually I'm a more cohesive writer. </p>
<p>My last bit of advice, don't be mad at the schools, or God, or yourself. Don't be mad at the schools because they have an impossible job to do, and the institutions are still outstanding. If you believe in God, don't be mad, because his plan is greater than you can imagine (not a religious debate, don't make it one PLEASE). And above all, don't be angry at yourself, you are an incredible individual.</p>
<p>And it is with this message I bid adieu to the cc community.</p>
<p>Best of luck everyone,</p>
<p>M. Wright</p>