The Last High School Affairs

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I asked my dad for the car today, so that after school, I can take the senior class council to the place where we’re holding our Senior Prom.  It’s about fifteen to thirty minutes away.  The girls got pretty excited about the place when we got there, even though one of them is not attending because her parents won’t let her.  I was pretty awestruck myself, but the feeling was fleeting.

It wasn’t until later that I got really excited when we began to discuss the food with the manager.   There’s going to be a huge buffet with a variety of food.  Screw dancing; I’ll be binging on food that night.

The ride home was a bit bumpy, literally.   There were some moments when we could’ve been in an accident because I was a bit absentminded while driving because my mind was on another issue—college.  Replies from Cornell and Princeton, among other colleges, were to arrive today, and I was becoming anxious.  I didn’t know what to expect.  Some assured me that I would be admitted into both universities, brightening up my expectations, but, at the same time, I considered the reality that there are many out there who are probably more qualified to be admitted into both universities.  Who was I to take those spots away from them?

When I got home, I tried to stall as much as possible, fearing the worst—that I’d be rejected by all the colleges.  After being pushed a few times by my friends to go online and find out the results, I finally went upstairs to my room and my computer.  I then found out that Princeton rejected me, after all the positive predictions by my friends.   I sat there, staring at the screen for a few seconds, trying to hide the disappointment from Joe, who was standing next to me.   I then checked the response from Cornell.  “Congratulations…” it said, but the devastation from the Princeton rejection still lingered.

For the next two hours, I brooded a bit about Princeton, but with some contemplation, I realized that it doesn’t matter as much anymore.  I’ve decided a few months ago that Cornell was my first choice, and I am fortunate to have been admitted there.  Sure, it’s a blow to my pride that the mighty Princeton practically squashed this little ambitious insect, but hey, whatever.  What’s done is done.  It’s not the end of the world, right?

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