Today, at 5pm EST, Columbia University Early Decisions came out, and a lot of dreams were crushed, revived, or created.
It brought me back to this time last year for me, when I was slaving over my college applications and too scared to talk to my parents, lest I see the disappointment in their eyes. I had gotten rejected from Yale University -- yes, I am not afraid to admit that. I spent the rest of winter break thinking that I could never, ever, get into college. I didn't even know where I wanted to go anymore. When I got into Columbia, I still didn't even know if it was the right choice for me.
Look, my darling 2014ers, I could tell you that Columbia University is the best school in the world and that you'd be a fool to go anywhere else, but anyone can say the same thing about Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Stanford, Duke, or any of the other "elite" schools.
But, I'll tell you this: Columbia University is the best school for me because I made the conscious decision to come here -- and make the best of it. You can make the best of any school, trust me.
I'm here now, and I'm taking six classes next semester in pursuit of majoring in Art History and a double concentration (our version of a double minor) in Anthropology and Economics -- in addition to pursuing a part-time internship with Town & Country magazine. I have had to make sacrifices here, such as consistent late nights in the library, in order to do the things that I want to do -- and have fun like a normal college student should.
I was scared to come here. Scared because I knew I was going to be pushed. Scared because I knew I was going to push myself. Scared because everyone here has such a spark for learning that I am still trying attain. For example, my co-editor in chief of Hoot, the campus fashion magazine we're founding, is a pre-med Biochemistry major with hopes of becoming a dermatologist.
So, even though I got extraordinarily excited when the fantastic Arabelle of Fashion Pirates asked me for advice before her Columbia interview, I try not to convince people to come to my school. I know these brilliant 2014ers can do well anywhere.
In any case, I hope my fellow 2013ers reading this can look back and smirk a little at how we've changed -- or just became more of ourselves.