I did get into my dream school but it happens, I wish it didn't, but that's life, isn't it?I poured mt heart and soul into one thing and it did not work out. I try not to think about too much but the day I found out I didn't get in was honestly one of worst days I had in a long time. I was so public about wanting to go to USC and so many people were rooting for me. So many people helped me and me really just felt like I let them down.
I knew going into the application process that it was going to be hard. USC has an average acceptance rate of 16% so the odds were stacked against me. But I was hopeful and so many people told me I was going to get in, including my sister who goes to USC. I really wanted it I wanted to be in LA so bad but I guess it was not meant to be.
The night before I could not fall asleep and would keep having dreams of getting and not getting in. It was at 9 am when my mom told me I did not get in. I decided I was not going to dwell and try to move on but it kept nagging at me because I would see friends I had made for a summer before getting in. I felt dumb, I felt silly for even think I could get in. The hardest part of the whole thing was telling people I did not get in. They would give me a sad look and tell me it was just not in Gods plan. Hearing people say that made me mad because I am in charge of my own future I get to pick what happens in my life.
I am going to Mizzou now and at first, I did even really want to go to college anymore but I am excited I went up there this weekend and really liked it. I still really want to go to USC and I am trying to transfer after my freshman year but who know what will happen.
