And every second felt so worth the waste. I laid ensconced in my bed Saturday night, eyes wide open, soaking in the honesty of admissions counselors. I think I get it now.
I know now more than ever (beyond the almost 100% [94% is pretty freaking close to 100%] rejection rate of Stanford/Harvard/Princeton/Columbia/Yale) that I’m more likely to receive a rejection letter than an acceptance letter, but at least my grammar is decent. The things people send to admissions counselors!
At the same time, knowing how many pages of words I sent to my early action school, I have this gut feeling that there’s at least one tiny grammar mistake in there. It’s killing me..