Three colleges came out today.
First, I was rejected from Duke.
Next, I was rejected from Swarthmore.
Then, UC Berkeley's server overloaded (expected), so no one could view their decisions.
I went home from late day at 7:30pm feeling quite disappointed.
With the reach schools coming in, I suppose it was expected that I have some rejections after getting accepted or waitlisted pretty much everywhere else I had applied to and received responses from so far. I didn't tell my parents, but they still proceeded to give me a ton of shit about how, "If only you had listened to us you, would have gotten in to good schools. What good has come out of your fighting?" One, no I wouldn't. I'd be boring as a cardboard block. Two, I have a personality. I can start building an identity to call my own. I can stand up for myself and identify when people treat me badly. And I don't regret that. My only regret is that I didn't hight harder for myself earlier to have the supportive network and self-confidence that I have now, so dealing with them could have been easier before I had to do college apps.
With the reach schools coming in, I suppose it was expected that I have some rejections after getting accepted or waitlisted pretty much everywhere else I had applied to and received responses from so far. I didn't tell my parents, but they still proceeded to give me a ton of shit about how, "If only you had listened to us you, would have gotten in to good schools. What good has come out of your fighting?" One, no I wouldn't. I'd be boring as a cardboard block. Two, I have a personality. I can start building an identity to call my own. I can stand up for myself and identify when people treat me badly. And I don't regret that. My only regret is that I didn't hight harder for myself earlier to have the supportive network and self-confidence that I have now, so dealing with them could have been easier before I had to do college apps.
But now I got into Berkeley, and this may be uncharacteristic of me, but I was just like, "What up bitches, proved you wrong, didn't I," and that's really the only reason why I wanted to get in to Berkeley, just to rub it in their face. When I got the decision back, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "I GOT IN TO BERKELEY!" and that shut them up. Though I don't see myself at home Berkeley at the moment (not a huge fan of the atmosphere, but that may change) I'm still extremely honored to be accepted. It's a huge breathe of relief, that I no longer have my parents on my back, and I've still succeeded, even in their eyes, despite all the shit I've gone through.
As of now, I have two more that I'm waiting on – Brown University tomorrow and Stanford on April 1 – and though I know it's more likely to be rejected than accepted, I have options now, and I have a future that I can plan for and sculpt into something I will love and enjoy. I'm grateful to everyone that's supported me thus far, and I'm truly excited for what's to come. ◊
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