<p>I am evil . . . mwah ha ha ha ha.</p>
<p>Earlier today (but, strategically, after 5 PM), I called one of my best friends and told her that the “Admissions Decision” e-mail had arrived, but that I was too scared to open it; of course, she freaked out. After a minute or so of hyper-ventilating, I “opened” the e-mail and didn’t say anything, and when she asked what it said, I told her that it was just as I expected: I had been rejected. I was practically on the verge of tears. (Should’ve told Harvard I was an actor.)</p>
<p>She was so, so sorry for me . . . And then I broke out laughing.</p>
<p>She’s very angry at me now. But I found it quite entertaining, I must say. Who says the week leading up to decisions can’t be used as an excuse to emotionally distress everyone around you, to give them a taste of what YOU are going through? </p>
<p>We all need to lighten up. On Sunday night, I could barely sleep. I could not stop thinking about Harvard and it’s silly [rejection] letter. But then I did some serious reflection, and, gosh-darnit, that was a damn good application I sent Harvard. If they like it–if they like me–that would be fantastic, wonderful, life-changing, etc. etc. etc. </p>
<p>And if they don’t, of course I’ll be upset; maybe particularly so because I have yet to face rejection. I’m not going to say “There’s always other schools” and “If they don’t reject you, they don’t deserve you” and blah blah blah—let’s face it. I’d kill to be there. We all, obviously, would. But if we don’t get in, we don’t get in. We’ll just have to suck it up and start mailing out those other applications, maybe learn from our Harvard EA mistakes—</p>
<p>What’s done is done–why stress ourselves out over it now?! IT’S SENIOR YEAR!!! Everyone here should be proud of what they’ve accomplished in their lives thus far, no matter how easily it may be reduced to 8 pages of “Applicant Information.” </p>
<p>There’s something I meant to say after this, but I’ve been struck by the nectar of the Gods: Senioritis. Don’t stress. Go have a part-ay. Chill with some juniors, maybe some sophomores. Make the college process seem “easy.” Make them gock at your composure. Mislead them. Let them suffer in the coming years. </p>
<p>And that is Sax’s Sexy Ramble for the evening. [TBC on 12.14.04.5:01PM–I’ll be here for support if any of you need it.]</p>