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If I had only been a little patient, I would have received the bad news from the aforementioned university via the thoughtful and semi-consoling rejection letter that arrived in the mail this afternoon. But I'm not sure I would have preferred that, since finding out about that rejection earlier sort of softened the blow of getting number five at the same time.

Just one more school left. I've been devising a back-up plan that I think I might be happy about, but I can't write about it here yet, because I don't want to make it that real unless I have to. I'm trying to believe that everything that happens in life is an opportunity, and I've been pretty good at convincing myself of that. But then these rejections come, and I'll be damned if they aren't still painful and insulting and scary.