I am truly interested in every school I apply to, in every opportunity they present me with. The odds are against me; that’s precisely why I’ve applied to so many schools.
The odds are against me, and that’s why I try to let my brain, not my heart, be the factory in which the images of my receiving that fateful letter is created. But I can’t help but allow myself to envision a wonderful and unlikely letter of acceptance.
I am an incurable dreamer, forever hopeful.