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.
I was so depressed when I didn't get into NYU that I Googled "how to deal with a college rejection." But then I realized that I didn't get accepted because it wasn't the right fit for me, and I'm OK with that.