Rejection is a bitter pill to swallow. It is demoralizing and soul-crushing. It makes you feel sub-standard, like a poor fellow who misses the target.
A couple of weeks ago, I learned that I did not make it to an esteemed institution. Shock was my initial reaction. I could barely move. I triple checked The List if an error has been made. Null. I felt like Karofsky threw a mug-ful of guzzler on my face with him demonstrating an L sign on his forehead. Ouch, totally excruciating!
It totally sucks that all the sleepless nights you’ve endured to master logic and algebra would go in vain. It even hurts more that the ones who got in could not even measure up to you in terms of grammar. Sure this sounds sour-graping but I am telling it matter-of-factly.
Such is life: You win some, you lose some. A little blow on your ego is healthy according to HuffingtonPost. I felt slightly vindicated.
And maybe three bottles of beer is good for my bleeding heart. Cheers to that freakin’ result! I’ll drink to that, dammit!
No comments:
Post a Comment