I remember the moment clearly. It was March or April when every senior who applied to UGA received the good or bad news. At the time, I was nervous and heartbroken. About two weeks before UGA released their acceptance letters, Georgia tech had sent out theirs. I was in love with Tech and I really thought it was going to be my school. I had already had my safe net school accept me, but I felt confident that I would make it into Tech. Well, Tech released its results the same day as the state literary competition. The trio I was a part of had finished and we were waiting for the results to come in. I sat at the table nervously waiting for good results from the judges and from Tech. At exactly 12:00 was when Tech released the results and the closer and closer it
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At this point, I was a depressed self-hating mess. I felt like I had failed myself and others by not getting into Tech. UGA was my last glimmer of hope in all of it. Although my heart wasn’t with UGA, I knew that if I didn’t make it I’d have to go to my safety net school which would be the true sign that I was a failure in life. At some point throughout the day, I received an email saying the results were in. I didn’t have very much enthusiasm this time around. To me, UGA was my backup school, and it meant that I’d have to stay at home another year. Plus, UGA has always been right around the corner for me, so it was never special. The only reason I applied here was because it was the third best college in the state, and could potentially save me money. So I sat down at the computer and pulled up the website. At the time my dad was cooking dinner and my mother was standing up looking through some papers. I pulled up the page and saw the fireworks and a congratulations –I was officially accepted. I breathed a sigh of relief and sort of nonchalantly yelled to my parents that I made it into UGA. They were thrilled and congratulated me, and I still felt like a
At this point, I was a depressed self-hating mess. I felt like I had failed myself and others by not getting into Tech. UGA was my last glimmer of hope in all of it. Although my heart wasn’t with UGA, I knew that if I didn’t make it I’d have to go to my safety net school which would be the true sign that I was a failure in life. At some point throughout the day, I received an email saying the results were in. I didn’t have very much enthusiasm this time around. To me, UGA was my backup school, and it meant that I’d have to stay at home another year. Plus, UGA has always been right around the corner for me, so it was never special. The only reason I applied here was because it was the third best college in the state, and could potentially save me money. So I sat down at the computer and pulled up the website. At the time my dad was cooking dinner and my mother was standing up looking through some papers. I pulled up the page and saw the fireworks and a congratulations –I was officially accepted. I breathed a sigh of relief and sort of nonchalantly yelled to my parents that I made it into UGA. They were thrilled and congratulated me, and I still felt like a