I am absolutely petrified that, in a few short months, I will come home to a bag of mail.
As I open up these letters, finely embossed with logos that only an $80 application could buy, I see only one thing: no, sorry, no.
Where will I be? Who will I be?
All of the work I’ve done that is ostensibly appealing to higher education institutions has been, in large part, for me. But for me also means for my own development: educationally, professionally, personally.
Ultimately, I just don’t want to have my dreams crushed.