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There is a smeared, fist-sized circle of gray ashes in the middle of my driveway by my back door, the remnants of my rejection letter from Penn
I seriously struggled to set that thing aflame, my sad attempts and shrieks as the fire suddenly spread all over the balled up paper drew the smirks of my brother and the attention of my neighbor, Jen, but it was really intriguing at the end to see how the text shrunk, the remaining paper was so thin and charred...i tried to get my dad to explain the chemical reaction behind the transformation, turn it into something that would enrich my intellect (haha, sure) but he could care less
I already read bout being unwanted online last night, they didn't need to send a back up letter so i could read all about it again...
I no longer hate Swarthmore...as much :)
Honestly my actions and my above complaints really don't illustrate my feelings on the subject...true, i'm kinda sad that i lost Penn as an option, and its the first time that i've been really "rejected" from anything that big...but i'm not bitter, i'm not crushed, i'm just me...there were no tears, actually everyone's (well everyone meaning my family) overwhelming attempts at comfort were well-intended but more annoying that actually helpful, I'm not gonna try to hide that i got rejected, i'm not some one who is ashamed of it, the whole school can know for all i care, whatever, i couldn't have done anything different (except maybe that interview...grrr)
It would have been nice to say that i was accepted by an "Ivy" or have the option of such an elite school in my backyard, as opposed to DC, but i wasn't completely sold on that school to begin with...my one outstanding memory of Penn: COLD (given i did take the tour in the dead of winter)
So now my options are basically Georgetown or UD...the simplification of the process by these rejections is actually really nice...less open houses to attend and fewer details to get confused
Anyway...hmmm ponder ponder...i have nothing else to really add
Hurray!