<p>Here’s the last letter I sent to my Admissions Counselor. It’s a bit personal, but I’m reprinting it here, since perhaps some of you can benefit from my mistakes.</p>
<p>Jerry,</p>
<p>I realize you are probably enjoying time with your family like a
normal person, so I don’t wish to pester you with another e-mail, but
this is a letter of a different sort, one that I feel I needed to get
out in the open–to you, to the Dean, to whomever will read it.</p>
<p>If you reference my first application essay, I stated that, because
the U of C is such an ideal fit for me, “it is the ONLY University
I’ve applied to. So rather than toe the line further, I can summarize
with one statement: My desire to attend and excel is absolute.”</p>
<p>Because of this admission process, and by seeking the wisdom of those
much smarter than myself, I realize now that this was stubbornly
elitist, if not downright idiotic. For one, it is my desire to learn
that is absolute, not to attend the University of Chicago. The U of C
merely provides, in my eyes, an arena well-suited to this goal, in a
city I love. In truth, I will excel at any college, not because of
values like “prestige,” but by blood and sweat; the time and effort
required to learn and do well.</p>
<p>I was guilty of seeking external validation, worried about checking
off the boxes that read “find the right school,” “get the right job,”
and so forth. I then realized that I am not that person–I seek
discovery and internal truth, not ephemeral and ultimately meaningless
goals.</p>
<p>So, even though I may well be rejected, this experience has been a
profoundly important and rewarding one for me. And I look forward to
whereever I may attend, though it will be another year until I can do
so :)</p>