The good news is that I'm not totally devastated, since my hubby and I decided about three weeks ago that going to grad school isn't the direction we want to go in the next year after all. The bad news is that Vermont College "regretfully" REJECTED me!
Sad.
I'm actually fine with it, aside from a serious feeling of inadequacy and mediocrity. But I'm really surprised at how not-devastated I am right now. Much more not-devastated than say, when I didn't make the final cut for the Broncos Cheerleaders. That was devastation, people. Not really because I just really wanted to be a cheerleader, but for the sheer rejection of it all. I made it through all the dance cuts, all the way to the final interviews. I got all dressed up, studied the rules of football (which I quite promptly forgot post-rejection), and went down to the interviews. When they read the final list, I wasn't on it. They said I just wasn't cheerleaderish enough, which if you've ever met me, you're probably saying, "Duh!"
Now, eight years later or so, I know it was never meant to be. Sure I have a degree in Dance, but I'm admittedly not cheerleaderish. I probably would have been really unhappy- and annoyed- the whole season. But of course, the opportunity to turn down the offer would have been much easier on the ego. Then again, I wouldn't have turned it down at the time, and my life would have gone down a totally different path. It just wasn't meant to be, and the universe delivered that message.
I know, you're still reeling from the fact that I tried out for the Bronco Cheerleaders. Get over it. I was 21. Let's get back to my most recent rejection.
My only regret in choosing not to go to grad school next year, when I made the decision three weeks ago, was turning down a great opportunity. But now, I don't have to worry about that I guess. It just wasn't meant to be, and the universe delivered that message.
Ah, well. Onward and upward. Thanks to everyone for your awesome support and encouragement. You're *sniff* the best!
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2 comments:
i love this part...
I know, you're still reeling from the fact that I tried out for the Bronco Cheerleaders. Get over it. I was 21. Let's get back to my most recent rejection.
it's so true...i read, but didn't read the next paragraph because i was sitting here trying tp picture you as a cheerleader--then you hit me with this paragraph and i bounced back to paying attention! ha ha, so funny!
I would have been the hottest cheerleader. But I would have hated it :) haha!
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