So, it hasn't been the best week. I got dumped and deferred from my top choice school. I wish they hadn't happened so close to each other, because on some level, I think it'd be nice to have a loving boyfriend through this, but honestly, he wasn't all that loving (read: he was a total asshole) and I'm better without him, and I've got marvelously loving and supportive friends. So I'm being optimistic.
It would've been really nice to be accepted. Anyone could tell you that. But maybe this is for the best, too. It's still my top choice. Deferral is weird, because I'm disappointed, but there's a little part of me that's proud. One of the best schools looked at me and didn't say no. They didn't reject me. I wasn't the first application thrown out, and that makes me feel good. It's just a little more of the waiting game. But the waiting game sucks, so let's play hungry hungry hippos. (Simpsons reference, anyone?)
There is nothing wrong with aiming high. Nothing. I'm not crazy (well, not excessively) and I'm not wrong. Why shouldn't we aim high? Now I just have a few more essays to write and a few more schools to apply to. I'm determined. I'm not one to cut corners. Maybe I'll end up getting in, or maybe I'll fall in love with another, which wouldn't be the end of the world, because honestly, if the Admissions Committee at a school doesn't think I'll fit there, odds are, I probably won't fit there.
