Here’s a secret for you…. (Actually, I have no idea if I’ve shared this already, I’ve told it to a lot of people IRL. It’s entirely possible I’ve mentioned it on here before, possibly even multiple times.)
But here it is: my beloved Boston College… The place where I spent 5 years, garnered two degrees, made life-long friends and met my husband. The place where I was forced to take a class that scared me titled ‘Introduction to Accounting,’ if I wanted to graduate from the Business school. A place where that very class I was scared of got me so excited about a school subject that I declared my major in accounting at the end of that very semester. A place whose career center helped me liaison with accounting companies and held interviews for students with those same companies, which eventually brought about my first official full-time employment. AND the place that brought about my citizenship into Red Sox Nation. That place was not my first choice pick back in 1999.
It wasn’t even my second. It possibly wasn’t even my third. I cried over the rejection letters from those three schools. I was devastated. But I got over it. And the day I sent in my confirmation of attendance to BC, I was so giddy with excitement. They wanted me, and I wanted them, and I was about to embark on a new chapter in my life. And as you might be able to gather from my paragraph above – going to BC was one of the best things that ever happened to me. Any time I think about college now I am so thankful that a rejection letter came from those other originally-preferred schools. I feel like I dodged a bullet.
So I cannot understand why, in any way, shape, or form, this Fisher girl didn’t just embrace her time at LSU. Going to school in Louisiana sounds pretty cool to me.
Though I must say, if you want to see the most gracious rejection letter out there, get rejected from Brown. Something along the lines of “this is just as much of a loss for our university as it is a gain to the institution that you will attend.”