Rejection hurts....

Yesterday was a bit of a rough patch for me, although it's not like I'm already bombarded with the craziness of the week in progress to get any last-minute work done before the third term ends tomorrow. I still have work to do anyway. But sometimes I wonder, what if my work doesn't pay off? Turns out it didn't. I didn't get accepted to NYU, the college of my dreams, the college that I was ready to give my life to, and I'm not handling it well, especially since they didn't show any faith in seeing what they could do for me as I was ready to show them what I could do in return.

I feel like I wasted my time, and I am shocked in their decision, and I'm also shocked in what made them go with that decision. I don't think I'll ever find out; it's not like I can call them and ask them, "WTF was that about?" That'd be crazy, more on the borderline of absurd. I want to pretend this didn't happen, but I can't. The damage is done, and is irreversible.

The good news is, there are other colleges out there that show some interest in having me as a sudent. I'll never forget the first acceptance letter I received, which was from Marymount Manhattan. Long Island University accepted me as well, and Marist had me on the waiting list. I would be somewhat content if NYU put me on the waiting list becuase at least they would have some interest in having me attend their school, but I guess that's not going to be the case.

I'll get over it, but I don't know how long it'll take though. I'll be starting my college career at Marymount and eventually transfer, but I'll never forget the moments and dreams that I had about being enthusiastic for becoming an NYU student. Those dreams will forever remain dreams.