Rejected
My mailman arrived five days ago at six oclock, three hours later than the mail was supposed to arrived, and slipped a tiny envelope through the porthole in our door that brings me news from the outside world. I sprinted down the stairs gathered every piece of mail and ran back up before my parents had even recognized the fact that the mail had arrived and our dog was going wild. I clicked the lock to my door and proceeded to my bed to find the piece that would inform me of my future.
The tiny envelope closed in my hands and I muttered fuck under my breath. It was an anorexic envelope with no clear "You're in!" stamp marked on it (which I've heard some schools do). I teared the frail enveolpe and proceeded to read. The letter came in four parts.
PART 1-the ascent to the guillotine.
The stairs leading up to the silver knife consisted of the members of the "admissions committee" informing me of their largest number of applicants in their college's history. Boo freakin hoo. Like they don't say that to every person who has gotten turned down in the college's history. These committee members, who I imagine are dressed in black with stamps in their hands like whips cracking on their victims, spend around ten minutes on each application. That means that each person gets ten minutes on paper to tell these committee members why they are awesome. You get ten minutes to say your greatest accomplishments and achievements in high school academically and through extracurriculars anndd what you hope for in your college education. Ten freakin minutes.
PART 2-the placement of the head.
As the applicants head is slowly placed into the instrument that will destroy their future they realize that hope is lost as their hands are locked in place. "It is with regret..." Those words are the second worst four words put together in the english language next to "we need to talk." At this point there is no turning back, you know you're done for and there is nothing you can do about it. Yet, the information hasn't processed yet and the stinging feeling in your eyes is surely just from the light. The beheaders tell you that although you accomplished alot in high school and you have "potential" to do well in college, the months you spent studying for the SATs didn't pay off. The weeks and hours you spent on your application weren't good enough for them.
PART 3-the slice.
And then the drum begins to roll. The tears start to fall out of your face. Your heart begins to quicken pace. "It simply is not possible for us to offere a place in this class." The lever is pulled. "Your application is no longer under consideration." Clash. And it's over. In one short moment your future is decided.
PART 4-the aftermath.
The beheaders thank you for considering their school as a top choice. They thank you for taking the time to "prepare your application." Do they really know how much time? Maybe. But they probably don't know the hearts the breaking, the heads their beheading. You spend a lifetime of building up an application for their ten minutes of consideration. Fair? I think not.
"We wish you much success as you continue your education."
You know what. I will have success. If they don't want a great candidate screw them. Sincerely yours they sign. Sincerely my ass. They don't know the pain they are causing people who just had their first choice of a future turned down. Well, I don't need them either. The rest of my applications are in. Hopefully the college g-ds will give me better luck on my next try. I didn't waste my years of studying for nothing and I'm sure some school will notice that I'm someone they want to give the gift of a presitgous education. Right?
The tiny envelope closed in my hands and I muttered fuck under my breath. It was an anorexic envelope with no clear "You're in!" stamp marked on it (which I've heard some schools do). I teared the frail enveolpe and proceeded to read. The letter came in four parts.
PART 1-the ascent to the guillotine.
The stairs leading up to the silver knife consisted of the members of the "admissions committee" informing me of their largest number of applicants in their college's history. Boo freakin hoo. Like they don't say that to every person who has gotten turned down in the college's history. These committee members, who I imagine are dressed in black with stamps in their hands like whips cracking on their victims, spend around ten minutes on each application. That means that each person gets ten minutes on paper to tell these committee members why they are awesome. You get ten minutes to say your greatest accomplishments and achievements in high school academically and through extracurriculars anndd what you hope for in your college education. Ten freakin minutes.
PART 2-the placement of the head.
As the applicants head is slowly placed into the instrument that will destroy their future they realize that hope is lost as their hands are locked in place. "It is with regret..." Those words are the second worst four words put together in the english language next to "we need to talk." At this point there is no turning back, you know you're done for and there is nothing you can do about it. Yet, the information hasn't processed yet and the stinging feeling in your eyes is surely just from the light. The beheaders tell you that although you accomplished alot in high school and you have "potential" to do well in college, the months you spent studying for the SATs didn't pay off. The weeks and hours you spent on your application weren't good enough for them.
PART 3-the slice.
And then the drum begins to roll. The tears start to fall out of your face. Your heart begins to quicken pace. "It simply is not possible for us to offere a place in this class." The lever is pulled. "Your application is no longer under consideration." Clash. And it's over. In one short moment your future is decided.
PART 4-the aftermath.
The beheaders thank you for considering their school as a top choice. They thank you for taking the time to "prepare your application." Do they really know how much time? Maybe. But they probably don't know the hearts the breaking, the heads their beheading. You spend a lifetime of building up an application for their ten minutes of consideration. Fair? I think not.
"We wish you much success as you continue your education."
You know what. I will have success. If they don't want a great candidate screw them. Sincerely yours they sign. Sincerely my ass. They don't know the pain they are causing people who just had their first choice of a future turned down. Well, I don't need them either. The rest of my applications are in. Hopefully the college g-ds will give me better luck on my next try. I didn't waste my years of studying for nothing and I'm sure some school will notice that I'm someone they want to give the gift of a presitgous education. Right?