Jennifer Angelo is a high school senior and a contributor to The Princeton Review’s IN blog.
After months of waiting and stress, I’ve finally heard back from all of the colleges to which I applied. In the end, I got into four out of eight schools.
How do I feel? I have to say, being accepted to college feels great. You realize that someone, somewhere, thinks highly of you; they want you to join their community.
When I got my first acceptance letter, it felt like everything I'd been working for these past few years had paid off. A weight lifted off my shoulders; I was finally finished with the waiting game.
The rejection letters, on the other hand, were not so fun. I’m happy I hadn’t set my heart on any one school. If I had, a rejection from it might have been tough.
It’s sort of funny: thinking now about the colleges where I didn’t get in, I am starting to wonder whether I really would have enjoyed any of them. Perhaps the schools that rejected me sensed this mismatch before I did.
My acceptances, on the other hand, feel like great matches: both the school and I agree that I would fit in. Any one of them should be a good place for me to grow and learn for the next four years.
Now I just have to decide where I want to go.