The applications are due too soon for me to get in for the summer. Ill apply for the winter, and I will get in.
On a side note, ever notice how some scars never really fade? I have a scar on my ear that will be there for the rest of my life, as well as one on my knee.
And also my brain.
Okay not a physical scar there, but lets skip the metaphorical crap shall we? Everyone goes through stuff. I get it. But how do they cope? You get rejected and pick yourself back up right? We learned that yesterday. Applies in more than one place. Applies in a whole lot of places. And while I tell myself that I'm stronger than I think and I will continue on and everything will just magically fall into place, how do you actually know?
The truth is you don't. You have to have faith in something. God, magic, yourself, humanity. You put yourself out there and hope for the best. Do what you think is right, do what you feel is right. And keep moving on when it doesn't work out.
The magic is in believing.
Why is it that as a people we are so afraid of rejection? Rejection sucks, yeah. And when it happens you literally want to pack it in and move away. Give up. I've been rejected plenty of times, most of which I won't talk about on here. But one particular time I was rejected, and I rarely tell anyone because of how embarrassed I was (and maybe still am). I was rejected from Rowan University. Yeah, I go here now, yeah, I told people that I changed my major after I got here. But I didn't. I wasn't accepted as a music major. I wasn't good enough for the program. When I got that rejection letter the day I left for vacation (wow, I get a lot of rejections while I'm on vacation) I spent the weekend drinking with my sister and wallowing in self pity. Weeks went by and I had no desire to do anything else. But then I got over it. I was sitting at work, reading a book, and the thought crossed my mind: I could do this better than these people. The book was terrible, I can't even remember which one of the best sellers I was reading at the time. I wish I did so I could thank the author for spurring me into the right direction. The point is, the (many) rejections of my life have helped me. They shaped me. I'm a much happier person now than I was a year ago. Hell, even six months ago. And while the rejections hurt a lot I'm happy, in a way, that I had to go through them. So every time I'm having a shitty day I can just look back and think of how far I've come. Sadness and hurt aren't forever. But the quest for happiness is.