This last year I have been busy finishing my undergraduate degree, lots of work, and applying for graduate school. I received my first denial this last Wednesday and it was a little bittersweet. With so much uncertainty and transitioning for schools next year, I felt a little relieved since I had one last place to figure out where to live and with who. However, I wasn’t always accepting right away.
I think the main thing I learned from this is this could be a sign. Maybe I wasn’t meant to go to this particular school or not meant to go at this exact moment. Afterwards, I was sort of relieved because I was able to finish some things I have been procrastinating on getting to.
Now I know if I were to get another rejection letter that I should take a break from things instead of overworking to distract myself. That’s one of the biggest ways I try to cope with my feelings, but it isn’t the best way to do so.
Until I hear back from my other schools, I’ll just keep my fingers crossed and if not, then I’ll move on.