Massachusetts Institute of Technology came out (pi day, at 1:59pm -- too cute, I must say).
You see, I didn't even apply to MIT (for obvious reasons) but I was counting down the minutes, refreshing the College Confidential forums, and losing my appetite anyways because so many of my friends applied to this school.
Rejection always sucks. As the minutes ticked by, I learned from some of my most brilliant and hardworking friends that MIT rejected them -- for some of them, MIT was all they dreamed of since freshman year.
The past few weeks have been crazy for second semester seniors -- last-minute interviews, scholarships offers, acceptances and waitlists and rejections, likely letters, and campus visits. All while trying to fight off senioritis.
And I don't know what else to say, except that whether you're rejected, accepted, or waitlisted at your "dream" school, I hope you become neurosurgeons, Nobel Prize-winning scientists, Pulitzer Prize-winning journalists, bestselling authors, CEOs of multinational corporations, and everything else you've ever dreamed of. I hope you fall in love and dance on tables and eat Nutella straight from the jar. I hope you expect a lot and I hope you give a lot.
And mostly, I hope this year will be nothing you expected and everything you wanted.