<p>Hey guys–</p>
<p>Yep, I am among the rejects. I, too, braced myself for a deferral and got the rejection. Ouch. If you would have asked me two months ago what I thought about my chances at Yale, I would have told you there was no way in hell I’d get in. Of course, probably like most of you, I let people influence my hopes. As decision time approached, all I heard were comments like “I have a feeling you’ll get in,” “I would be absolutely shocked if you didn’t get in,” and “If you can’t get in, I have no clue who can.” I mean, you can’t help but get your hopes up when you’re constantly surrounded by comments like that. I tried to stay realistic, though, and I told myself over and over again that I wouldn’t get rejected–I’d probably get deferred. I had seen what happened at Harvard EA…the latest I heard was 24 accepted, 50 deferred, and 1 rejected. So naturally, that’s all I thought of as I read my rejection letter–“Oh no…I’m the one rejection.” As I’ve been thinking though, I’m really beginning to believe in the whole fate aspect of it all–SOMETHING in my application caused the admissions officers to believe that Yale is not the right place for me. Honestly, I’m glad I got rejected now as opposed to a deferral–I’d rather not be dragged along with false hopes for 6 months before getting rejected. I think my Yale rejection was just kind of my wake up call that the ivy leagues aren’t the schools where I’d be happiest. Sure, it’d be cool to tell everyone I got into an Ivy, but what about the 4 years I’m miserably and stressfully working SO hard to keep up? Just remember, fellow rejects, you didn’t get rejected because you weren’t qualified; I swear, Ivy League admissions are so political and so luck-of-the-draw. I know that we all are entirely qualified to attend such a school, and I’m sure the only reason we got rejected is because fate has something better in store for us.</p>