The Circle of Life [or My Little Story with Admissions]

Colleges & Universities Massachusetts Institute of Technology
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<p>Time flies like a breeze. It comes, leaves, and suddenly comes again, without any warning. The Pi Day is backing again, and bring along reminiscences with it.</p>

<p>I still remember how bitter, confused, frustrated, disappointed,… I felt when having received the rejection letter from MIT. I knew that lots of more talented persons got rejected either, but I still couldn’t believe that I was rejected. And I fell in the hole of desperation.</p>

<p>Summer came. I got a chance to turn back to the normal life. After the UEE, I tried to rejuvenate myself, by submerge in the SAT practice tests, by joining tons of activities, by traveling to some faraway lands… I desperately looked for the cessation of my soul. Yet, all efforts were worthless. The hole was there, looming, threatening. Getting too freaked out, I decided to give up. I determined that I would stay here, finish my undergraduate study, and find a job. I, for many thousands time, persuaded myself to throw the studying-abroad dream away.</p>

<p>However, I could not. The intuitional aspiration was merely so fierce. It tortured my mind every single day, stealing my concentration on any sessions or topics or lessons. It depraved me, prevented me from studying diligently, and cracked me from my reason.</p>

<p>At the end, I succumbed to my intuition. I started to rethink carefully about options, chances, and risks. But after I dealt with options and chances, which led me to a contemporary conclusion that I should try again, intuition, once again, shouted at my nerve: “Aww, just throw away your <strong><em>ing bull-</em></strong> risks, dude”. And I did [sound like a schizophreniac when I listened to my intuition’s shouts, though]. Actually, he [my intuition, I mean] was right. I knew how I love MIT, how I love to savor a developed education, how I love to make my parents proud of their son… Causes by causes, they continually appeared in my cerebrum.</p>

<p>….</p>

<p>Now I’m here, counting down the minutes, waiting for the best, and preparing for the worst. Whatever may happen, but I know one thing for sure: I will never regret of listening to my intuition that day. And to all of you, my dear friends, who are also waiting for admission results from some “fairy tales’ lands”, I have one quote for you: “Human’s reach is beyond his imagination”. DON’T EVER GIVE UP YOUR HOPE.</p>

<p>Good luck to all of us.</p>

<p>Long [Writing from CollegeConfidential and Unofficial MIT Chat]</p>

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<p>wow… you really should add this to your articles…</p>

<p>I can imagine how admission officers weeping behind the desk, lol…</p>

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<p>Good luck…</p>

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<p>Nah, I just wrote it out. What a pity!</p>

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<p>well, just because you just wrote it out, your articles could be awesome!</p>

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<p>Yeah, maybe you’re right!
Anyway, let’s wait :)</p>

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<p>Man…how absurdly lucky are we that are born in America, with all the absurd privileges that we hold over the rest of the world…how absurdly much can we all aspire to, and how absurdly much we owe to the giants upon whose shoulders we stand. All those that came before us, to lead us to where we are…from that very first bang, to the quiet and patient formation of a protoplanetary disk, to the first self-replicating piece of organic matter that dared to propagate, to the photosynthetic organisms that harnessed the free energy to transform our atmosphere, to each greater step in this life, until finally cognition broke free of being stuck in time, and came to be able to plan, prepare, and design, and each generation rapidly climbing upon the backs of the one before, until now we reach a place where time is measured in parts of a lifetime, and no longer countless generations. This is a time where each individual holds the power to create a ripple effect, where each butterfly can alter the trajectory of our collective existence.</p>

<p>I get off-topic a lot.</p>

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<p>Good luck! Do not lose hope!</p>