The waiting game
I’ve never been a patient person. Anticipation of admission results forces me to spend countless of unproductive hours staring at statistics and anecdotal evidence from previous applicant that have a completely difficult situation than I do. No matter how much I try to convince myself that it would be better to calmly wait and get on with my life, I always end up doing the same thing.
When I applied to college, I had never been the best student in high school, but despite my reluctance to “reach” for any schools, I spent a decent amount of my senior year glued to the mailbox. Although, I got into my first school relatively quickly, the only one I really cared about, got back to me dead last. This didn’t do anything for my self-esteem, nor the sanity of anyone that had to deal with me at the time. It eventually worked out, but I have since had my good deal of disappointments.
As I spend the next week reflecting on how I should have tried harder in high school, and various other stages of my life, I wonder if all this worrying will eventually catch up to me in old age.