One Year Later

It's somewhat of a special time right now, because this month marks one year from my initial rejection from Harvard. March 31st 2016, I realized my dream was not coming true, and I started this blog. Back then its purpose was mostly to vent, not to entertain you folks. My, how things change.

A year can seem like an incredibly long time looking forward, but not long at all looking back. A year ago today (the 14th, that is--the day I finally got around to finishing this post) I wrote about my problems securing the housing contract I wanted, and right now I'm gearing up for final cleaning checks in that same dorm. Back then, all I knew about the people I'd spend the year with was that my direct roommate wanted me to transfer to another building to make room for his friend. Seriously, that was our first interaction. Not what I'd call getting off on the right foot, but such is life. I didn't know back then that these strangers would become some of my best friends or, even more surprisingly, that I would become one of theirs. All I knew was that I wasn't where I wanted to be, and the thought never crossed my mind that perhaps I was where I should be.

No, I'm not talking about where I deserved to be; that's an issue lost to time. I'm talking about the place that would help me grow as a human being. This isn't to say that I wouldn't have experienced similar growth at Harvard, because in fact I'm certain I would. I just wasn't prepared to handle the idea that multiple options could afford me the same opportunities. My heart was set, my target was in my sights, and I missed, and that was all I could think about.

Twelve months later, I can at least say that I can more fully appreciate the mundane. Despite the aftermath of a less-than-stellar midterm and the impending doom that is finals, I noticed today for the first time that the air itself smells sweet now, from everything in bloom. The sun is also out for the first time in months, which is equally refreshing.

Looks nice, doesn't it?

So have I changed in the past year? I don't think that's for me to say, really, since I doubt I'm an objective measure of my own progress, but perhaps I have, at least a little. I've loosened up a bit, learned to roll with disappointment a hair better and make time for fun things, but I'm still me. And for whatever reason, I feel that's important to say. While the college experience shapes who you become, I think that feeling more or less the same as I did a year ago means I've been able to make choices consistent with the version of myself I'd like to be. I don't notice the changes in my character because I had to take the incremental steps to get to where I am, changing a tiny bit with each step.

Since I know what was happening to me a year ago, I also know what just happened to 28,000 more people. The world just got a fresh batch of Rejects, and they'll have some important decisions up ahead. While no single case is identical to mine, I can at least act as proof that things work out fine in the end. Welcome to the club, my friends!

Hic Manebimus Optime!

One Week Later

It has been seven days since I received my rejection letters. I seem to be holding up okay, or at least as well as I expected. The fact is, I haven't been able to worry too much about college-related things recently because I am faced with a serious threat to my graduation from high school, and in my mind closer deadline = more important.
So what is this threat to my graduation? It's not grades, citizenship, attendance, unpaid fees or anything else that would normally put someone in this position.

It's online classes.
I know, not very interesting. But unfortunately in order to take the electives I wanted (and which would bolster an application to, say, an Ivy League school, but you know how that turned out), I have had to take multiple classes online throughout high school. Most of them I finished with no problems, but those aforesaid applications consumed enough time that I neglected them this year, and now I must have them finished by April 15 in order to graduate. I at least feel that I have company in this because incidentally, millions of people fear this day, albeit for entirely different reasons.

So here I am, slogging through the last two quarters of Health and Fitness For Life, both of which seem to be unapologetic reruns of classes I had to take in junior high. For something so boring, they sure seem to be able to pack in a disproportionate amount of busywork. Honestly, an entire unit on fat? Really?

Next week I will be able to say whether or not I actually finished (I will finish, it just won't be fun), but to distract myself momentarily I prepared a list of the top ten most interesting things I did in the week following my rejection. This is what I did:

1. Started writing my second book (I'm taking a temporary break from editing the first)
2. Got the class high score on a test in AP Stats (I'm proud of this one because I'm in a class with That One Guy who wrecks the curve)
3. Visited my grandparents for my granddad's birthday (always nice)
4. Built an awesome blanket fort (no really, this entails lashing PVC frames together with rope. I'll do a post on it later to prove it.)
5. Got an extra hour of sleep on Saturday because I no longer have to get up early for swim practice
6. Lost that hour when I had to stay up late doing AP Government homework on Monday
7. Found myself tangled in a huge housing mess with my mid-range school (things are looking better, I'll probably also talk about this later)
8. Wore my Harvard t-shirt on April Fool's day (the day after admissions decisions--people fell for it, too)
9. Successfully got a 16-bit computer game from 1999 running in Windows 8.1 on the new computer (you do not understand how much work it took to save Lego Rock Raiders.)
10. Watched the Rogue One trailer at least eleven times within two hours of it coming out.

If this list doesn't prove how much of a nerd I am, nothing will. But it is my sincere hope that this will demonstrate that getting rejected isn't the end of the world, and maybe motivate a fellow Reject to find ways to see the bright side while I'm at it.

Hic Manebimus Optime!

Introduction: The Beginning, or the End?

On March 31st, 2016, my dreams were crushed by a simple sentence:

"The Committee on Admissions has completed its Regular Decision meetings, and I am very sorry to inform you that we cannot offer you admission to the Class of 2020."

I received three messages containing this sentence, with minor variations. So I could be calling this "My Life as a Harvard, Yale and Columbia Reject," but why rub it in more than I need to? The point is, I didn't quite make it. It's hard when there are upwards of 30,000 perfectly qualified applicants and 1,600 spots, so I knew the odds weren't great to begin with. In fact, I applied Early Action and was deferred, making the process an arduous six-month wait before finally getting the bad news.

If you were one of the 464 students who were flat-out rejected during the Early Action phase, you have my sympathies. That hurts. But, in a way, I envy you; the Band-Aid got torn off back in December, and you got to move on to other things, unlike the 4,673 of us who were deferred. Out of those, a lucky few got in during the Regular Decision phase. To those who didn't, I have something to say: Welcome to the Insult to Injury club. We are an elite 10% of the total applicants, and we each endured the longest possible wait before finally being put out of our misery--or into misery, I suppose, since we now need to find somewhere else to go to school.

Yale's letter even said "I hope the replies you receive from other colleges this spring will soon erase any disappointment regarding Yale's decision." Ouch. Normally that'd be a nice thing to hear, but not when the only other responses you got were also rejections.
I'm not bitter in any way toward the institutions that denied my admission. Statistically, the vast majority of applicants wind up like me. Was I sad? Definitely. Did I cry a little?

Maybe.
I'll never experience the 'round-the-clock availability of unlimited pancakes and Jamba Juice at Columbia, Yale's unlimited free 3D printing or, well... Harvard. But it's time to dust myself off and get on with it. The fact is, with all three of my reach schools out of the question, I'm down to my mid-range school and my safety school, and I still have some important choices to make.

I don't want these disappointments to define who I will become. Regardless of whether I believe it right now, (or if you do, dear reader), there is life after rejection from your dream school. I've got a whole lot of life ahead of me, and so do you. One of my rejection letters said "I hope you will go on to great success in your pursuits." And you know what?

Challenge Accepted.