I believe it is the second worst thing about the application process, because a rejection can make you doubt yourself, your future and brings about the "what ifs." What if I did better on the SAT's? What if I took on more APs? What if I did more extracurricular activities?
At the end of the day, keep your eyes peeled. Don't look down at small scholarships because every little bit definitely helps. Definitely start applying early and apply broadly. You will soon see the fruit of all your labor.
While trying to calm me down, my mother called this ordeal the test to become an accountant, and that it's just one of the things that I'll have to deal with as an adult. After this whole fiasco, I don't think I'm fit to be an accountant.
I also wish schools had a better way to communicate with applicants. Like, calling you or emailing you and telling you the next step in the process so you can be sure you're on top of things. But I guess that's just the high school student in me talking.
Graduation is right around the corner and this is certainly not the time to mess up all the hard work I have put into school my whole life. You can almost taste it; just keep pushing on. The finish line is right ahead!
After revising and editing the writing supplement with my mentors and clicking submit, I couldn't help but smile at the confirmation page. At that moment, I finally believed that I had discovered my ideal college!
Now, I can see how competitive the application process is. If I would have spent winter break doing something else rather than college applications, then I am sure I would have been lagging behind in the race to get to college
January: A new year plus the last round of college applications and finals. As everyone was celebrating a new year, I was comparing last year to the recent events that led to doors being closed and others being opened. It all started with my applications.
After my winter break marathon of eight college applications, I feel as though a huge boulder has been lifted off my back. One thing I learned during this process: the best essays aren't written at the last minute. Don't do it.
January 1st was the mark of the New Year, a new beginning; it also marks the end of the college application season (at least for the majority of schools). Seniors everywhere are going into the final stretch, extending their hands out, waving and saying adios to college apps!
There is no need to give up now; I have learned so much from this sometimes stressful period in my life, and I greatly encourage other seniors to do the same. Graduation may be over four months away, but June comes around sooner than expected.
My cheeks were red and steaming as I tore through the common application, trying to decipher the many elements of admission to five different universities, skimming and skidding through essay questions and stressing over requesting recommendation letters.
I am supposed to follow the norm and not think about going to college, let alone a prestigious one. I'm glad it's not what it looks like and I will not let these stereotypes bring me down. I'm college bound, so society is just going to have to deal with it.
Right now, I'm running on four hours of sleep each day and I'm feeling physically exhausted, but mentally pumped! Ladies and gentlemen, will I make it to the end of the week with my grades, sleep and social life undisturbed?
It's not that I'm completely hopeless and expect the worst, it's just that the college process involves so many external factors and, as the control freak that I am, that's not something I handle very well.
With that, I think I'm ready to embark on another journey. I am excited for the wonderful education I will receive at Penn, the influential people I will meet and the amazing opportunities I will have. This is the dream I have always aspired to.
I keep thinking about how difficult it is to keep in touch with people long-distance. And about Chicago's rising crime rates and being on my own in a totally new, admittedly intimidating city. But there are so many things to be happy about.
I opened the leather-bound cover and ran my fingers over my name, written in lovely cursive script. After all the late nights, all the homework and projects, I was finally done. I did it! I made it through high school.