<p>For all of those who weren’t accepted into their top choices, I feel you. When the day of decisions came out, my mom and I both cried together because high school was an overall difficult time for me. I went to three different high schools–and by the time I got into my third high school in junior year, I lost the interest of establishing a good social life. Not to say I “gave up” on it, but it became so difficult. Everybody decided who their friends were in sophomore year, and coming to 11th grade with a fresh start was like being the only man standing up while everybody sits down. What I tried not to do was give up on my academic life. I worked really hard, pulled more all-nighters than I can imagine, established a horrible sleeping pattern, etc. etc. and when decision-day came out, I felt crushed. I ripped up some of my acceptance letters and fell asleep for two hours and couldn’t push myself to do that night’s homework because I was so clueless as to what I’m going to do for the next four years of my life.</p>
<p>Then the next day dawned. I guess sleep made me feel a little better. I was still worried and a little dissapointed because the next day, everybody was talking about who got into what school (some of those which were on my top three). My mom called me from her work and spoke about some options she discussed with her co-workers. Then something struck me–what my mom was “hinting” in the months before decisions came out. She was always talking about how I am not independent enough and how that will affect my diabetes. She always pondered-how will I do well in college if I can’t take care of my diabetes properly myself?-who is going to be my dormie?-how are my parents going to pay for it all?-How am I, without prior experience, going to do it?</p>
<p>I guess before decisions came out, I pacified myself by saying “it’ll all work out once I get there”. But sometimes we say/think things easily than they really would end up being. I am pretty sure that my dependency on my mother because of my diabetes would have affected me if I got into a college of my choice where I would be dorming at. So I’m pretty sure rejection was not meant to be a slap in my face–but more of an eye-opener that I have to spend a little time being more responsible/independent before I become a dormie. </p>
<p>So my decision is–I’ll be living with my dad (he lives near the places where I wanted to go to college) and go to a state university for a bit till I can handle myself and go out and about. By that time, I’ll be legal and more independent–and then can contemplate on transferring. Plus, I’ll be saving some big bucks!</p>
<p>So here’s the deal–I didn’t write this to make anybody feel sorry for me, because quite frankly, I don’t feel sorry for myself. I feel STRONGER–when one undergoes struggles and tries his best to get out of them, no matter what, whether he hasn’t gotten out all the way there or in the way he hoped to, the fruits of his labor will pay off! If all of you believe that, then you will be able to do accomplish big things out there. Always realize that dissapointments have better reasons that are not sometimes obvious at an instant. </p>
<p>I sure think that my dissapointments were made for the betterment for my health, life, etc.</p>