I received my first rejection letter from the University of Texas at Austin. As soon as I saw the letter, I knew it was a rejection. Maybe its wrong of me to think back to when as a high school student, I paid attention to the thinness or fattiness of the university envelopes.
Getting into undergraduate school was a breeze – only one school rejected me – Hamilton College – which at the time, I didn’t even know why I applied there in the first place. I got into every school I wanted. Even at a Pennsylvania school I never intended on attending like Susquehanna University!
This time around though, is completely different. My acceptance is based on this – what I’m doing right now – sharing my thoughts and experiences in fictionalized form. Maybe I jumped the gun; maybe I should have waited another year before applying to grad school. I feel like the time between applying and now, my writing has already improved. There are instances that I’m already aware of improvements without a workshop.
After all that, how do I really feel? The free ride was a Sweet deal but that’s all I was thinking about. And because it was a good program. Was I in love with the prospects of attending UTA? No. Am I sad with the rejection? No. I got six more schools to hear from. Bring it on! I’m ready.