A2C Serious Post

(Found on the subreddit A2C)

Don't get me wrong, I'm an incredibly anxious person.



Yet, I would kill to be in your position right now. I've been joking about Ivy Day for weeks now, posting dumb 🅱️arvard memes on my finsta and even going as far as to make meme funeral invitations scheduled for March 29, 2019.



But I'm not nervous. Not even a little bit.



Because I didn't apply to a single institution from within the Accursed League™ with any actual hope of getting in. I've never been 'competitive', not in the way too many people on this sub are. My stats are average at best, flakey at worst. All I have is too much passion for a non-STEM field and a competitive streak that's only just starting to develop into the monster I want it to be.



But you, you have what it takes. And you know this. You're nervous because there's hope. You say and joke that you're fine with getting handed that Fat L tomorrow because you're all too woke about the fact that beyond a certain threshold, college acceptances are a complete crapshoot. You're nervous because you'll never get a straight answer about the result of your decision, and will potentially spend many more years into the future wondering if the admissions officers themselves even know why. You're full of energy, certain of the fact that the within the next seven hours, you'll get the decision that's bound to change the rest of your life. Full of energy because you know there's the potential it can all go so, so right from here on out. That everything awful that ever happened could potentially disappear.



And here's the kicker; I'm not only talking about the people who will get accepted. Because guess what? Being rejected doesn't change the fact you were close. Closer than what most people could only dream of being. You were competitive when you applied, what, two? three? maybe even four months ago? What about now? You're still competitive, probably even more so.



Tonight, (Or tomorrow morning for my International Friends), you'll get the pleasure of experiencing either the heart-stopping joy of having all your hard work pay off, or the gut-wrenching righteous fury at having been rejected from a school that you didn't know you felt qualified for until the exact moment they told you you weren't.



Cherish that. Recognize your achievements, acknowledge the pride burrowing its way through your chest disguised as hope. Understand that how successful you will be in life depends not on the answer that these schools give you, but the way you choose to interpret it. Understand that being competitive, being nervous, means you're already more than halfway there.