<p>Mainly for those of the high school class of 2012 or older – I know most of those younger can’t say anything yet.
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<p>I can’t say the process has given me grey hairs, but it seems like I’ve aged more these past six months than I have the three years before that. When I watch people only one year my junior list off their desired schools, I now know a little bit of what it’s like to be that cynical veteran in the war movie shaking his head at the idealistic naive recruits who talk excitedly about seeing some action. </p>
<p>Of course, we all went into this knowing our top choices were tough schools, and we told ourselves, “I’m not counting on getting in.” But everyone secretly thought they deserved their choices; we told ourselves how it’ll make everything fall into place; our maverick element that makes us human – individual ambition – didn’t care about statistics.</p>
<p>I don’t want to lessen the gravity of those who’ve fought in a war in making this comparison, but it really feels like I’ve been through a war. If you think the burning of the midnight oil during junior year was bad, oh, how many agonising nights did I stay up doing essays and applications and FA on top of schoolwork, debate constructions and swim practices. Then I would realise, “Oh it’s 6:40 am already?” and the ride on the school bus would be otherworldly and dolourous where the world would pass by around you and talk of how much your schoolmates drank the other night or how much pot they smoked but you don’t even flinch because your mind is too pre-occupied with something else. This year feels like it’s lasted forever, and yet I can barely remember anything of it. It feels somewhat like coming out of a really long dream. Not a nightmare, but sort of like that dream where you’re always on a perpetual search or a constantly interrupted obligation to rectify something; when you wake up, you feel disconcerted somehow.</p>
<p>And then you get your letters of course; the disappointment, the rationalisation, and maybe the euphoria. But then, after you’ve definitively made your choice and investigated further, it suddenly strikes you at how a lot of things you thought would matter when you entered this process, suddenly doesn’t.</p>
<p>But of course the adults will laugh – they’re more world-weary, while I’m only a 17 year old high school senior who’s barely experienced any of the real world yet! And to a certain extent I am still very idealistic, with grand plans and ambitions for what I want to study and want to research. But yet, I can’t help think that it seems that I’ve grown five years older these six months.</p>