<p>The Harvard app is a funny thing. It messes with your head in strange, wonderful ways. Of course, like every great love affair-my girlfriend calls the Harvard app my “love affair” :P-there is that potential for disaster, for an unsavory end, for bitterness. But that doesn’t mean we stop loving no? We revel in the feeling, we celebrate it, we build castles and we dream. And yes, we have the goddamn right to do that.</p>
<p>I have a countdown timer on my desktop that says: “28 days. 14 hours. 36 minutes”. And these will be the longest albeit sunniest 28 days of my life-lit up by a hope-sun so brilliant and all-scorching that I honestly don’t care what happens at the end of the 28 days-I’ll always cherish all this roller-coaster ride of emotions.</p>
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<p>I find this poem very inspiring. Especially now. See if you can relate</p>
<p>Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.</p>
<p>In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.</p>
<p>Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.</p>
<p>It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.</p>