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Monday, March 07, 2005
Rejection
Rojelio held the letter in his hands and knew. In terms of college acceptance letters, good things do not come in small packages. The lightness of the envelope was in inverse proportion to how heavy it weighed in his heart. He handed the envelope to his father Ernesto, who couldn't read English per se but could enunciate it. Ernest slowly read, "We tank u fo your interes in r uni veersity but regre to infor u that..." Regret is the only word in his mind; he doesn't need to hear the rest. The weight of these words pull him down.
My Mental Meltdown
Thoughts race faster than I can capture. I pace back and forth. So this is it. My path ends here. I feel light, as if someone had just punched my glass jaw. I pace and want to sit but can't. I picture myself standing under a cherry blossom tree in Kyoto. The white snow covered ground is speckled with my blood. The blade in my hand is slowly slipping. My knees feel like weights that bring me down. I go into my room and begin to compose a letter.
Musings
I. Dream Letter
To Whom It May Concern:
What the fuck? What the fuck! How the hell can you reject someone that graduated with distinction from a tier one school? And what about all the service I did? Note that it was both academic and community based? I fringing incorporated service-learning into my classes, damn it. What the hell?!? Did you happen to forget how to read? Did my references not get to you in time?
Sincerely,
The best thing you idiots ever passed up.
II. Actual Letter
To Whom It May Concern:
I would like to thank you for your consideration of my application for graduate studies in your department. Since I am applying to other school, I would appreciate it if you would help me with understanding some of the weaknesses in my application/presentation. I felt that I was a strong candidate for acceptance at your university and was a bit confused by your rejection.
Sincerely,
Rogelio Perales
Aftermath
Rogelio gave himself one week. He scrambled to the local colleges and asked if they were still accepting applications. The idea of stopping here is tempting. With a MA, he could get respectable work.
Rojelio held the letter in his hands and knew. In terms of college acceptance letters, good things do not come in small packages. The lightness of the envelope was in inverse proportion to how heavy it weighed in his heart. He handed the envelope to his father Ernesto, who couldn't read English per se but could enunciate it. Ernest slowly read, "We tank u fo your interes in r uni veersity but regre to infor u that..." Regret is the only word in his mind; he doesn't need to hear the rest. The weight of these words pull him down.
My Mental Meltdown
Thoughts race faster than I can capture. I pace back and forth. So this is it. My path ends here. I feel light, as if someone had just punched my glass jaw. I pace and want to sit but can't. I picture myself standing under a cherry blossom tree in Kyoto. The white snow covered ground is speckled with my blood. The blade in my hand is slowly slipping. My knees feel like weights that bring me down. I go into my room and begin to compose a letter.
Musings
I. Dream Letter
To Whom It May Concern:
What the fuck? What the fuck! How the hell can you reject someone that graduated with distinction from a tier one school? And what about all the service I did? Note that it was both academic and community based? I fringing incorporated service-learning into my classes, damn it. What the hell?!? Did you happen to forget how to read? Did my references not get to you in time?
Sincerely,
The best thing you idiots ever passed up.
II. Actual Letter
To Whom It May Concern:
I would like to thank you for your consideration of my application for graduate studies in your department. Since I am applying to other school, I would appreciate it if you would help me with understanding some of the weaknesses in my application/presentation. I felt that I was a strong candidate for acceptance at your university and was a bit confused by your rejection.
Sincerely,
Rogelio Perales
Aftermath
Rogelio gave himself one week. He scrambled to the local colleges and asked if they were still accepting applications. The idea of stopping here is tempting. With a MA, he could get respectable work.
