here are my stats, what are my chances?
On various college application message boards, they are rattling their cages and banging drums. "Here are my stats, what are my chances?" has given way to "Post here if you were deferred/rejected". To say the least, I am nervous too. I have grown to regret every essay that I submitted, and can only speculate about what other people wrote for me, why I never had an interview, or whether my scores arrived since they were supposed to inform me about whether my application was complete or not.
After I had turned in all of my regular decision recommendation forms, the quick recall team assembled in a vacant classroom on December 8, and an hour later had scored first in the state and eighth in the nation in a reputable computer quiz competition out of 881 schools. Yes, every summer and afternoon that I spent at the library or reading the newspaper was finally vindicated, I could hear loose ends tying and subplots fusing, but too late for anyone of consequence to take notice.
Now that the decisions are moving through the mail right now, I feel free to comment, and possibly emanate negative energy, assuming that none of it will travel backwards through an imperfection in the fabric of space-time. And yet, while I rang the bell for the Salvation Army this morning from 10 to noon, I couldn't help but hope that some of the unease of standing out in the rain would transfer back to the adcom roundtables of the past few weeks in the form of some kind of holy aura.
And all the while, it is my birthday today. I can't help but wonder whether John Kerry and I are inexorably and cosmically bound, all the horoscopes seem to point out that those born today are extremely intense and driven people who have recently suffered great setbacks, though I'm not really sure if I fit any of those descriptions.
After I had turned in all of my regular decision recommendation forms, the quick recall team assembled in a vacant classroom on December 8, and an hour later had scored first in the state and eighth in the nation in a reputable computer quiz competition out of 881 schools. Yes, every summer and afternoon that I spent at the library or reading the newspaper was finally vindicated, I could hear loose ends tying and subplots fusing, but too late for anyone of consequence to take notice.
Now that the decisions are moving through the mail right now, I feel free to comment, and possibly emanate negative energy, assuming that none of it will travel backwards through an imperfection in the fabric of space-time. And yet, while I rang the bell for the Salvation Army this morning from 10 to noon, I couldn't help but hope that some of the unease of standing out in the rain would transfer back to the adcom roundtables of the past few weeks in the form of some kind of holy aura.
And all the while, it is my birthday today. I can't help but wonder whether John Kerry and I are inexorably and cosmically bound, all the horoscopes seem to point out that those born today are extremely intense and driven people who have recently suffered great setbacks, though I'm not really sure if I fit any of those descriptions.