College

Back on December 19th, I eagerly waited by the computer to learn my fate. That's what college acceptance or rejections are really, or at least that's what they feel like. When a person is accepted, they think their life is made; when a person is rejected, all he or she can say is "fuck _______ university." That's what sucks about being deferred. You can't curse out the college of your dreams because they didn't tell you you're not good enough, but at the same time you can't be happy because they didn't tell you that you are good enough. This situation is commonly diagnosed as confusion-- or more accurately: being a teenager.
Anyway, back to me. An hour of refreshing the page left me exasperated, and I left the computer to watch TV and then eat dinner. When I returned, I quickly opened the website to find the message waiting for me: "Congratulations on your acceptance into Agriculture and Life Sciences at Cornell University!" I probably can't adequately describe the feeling in words, but I assume it was similar to what most people feel when they receive the same decision. As I'm learning over the course of this second semester, one of the biggest perks of acceptance is that falling asleep in class has no real consequences.
It is college-acceptance season over the next few weeks, which, in my opinion, could steal the March Madness title away from college basketball. If you're waiting to hear from the college of your dreams, I'll be pulling for you. Just don't get deferred.