Got the last admissions letter today from the other American school I applied to. It was no. Not surprising to say the least. This school was my long shot - not really my dream school but at the top of my list. From the moment I sent the application in I knew that it was going to be a "no". The odds were against me owing to the school's ranking and my less than stellar GRE score (a topic for another post if I ever feel the need to vent about standardized testing and school admissions).
I know I've been accepted to four very fine schools but it hurts nonetheless. I'm not even sure I would have chosen to attend this school but the option would have been nice. But now I can choose to go to England and not fret over deciding. Maybe something bigger than myself is choosing for me. I don't know. Maybe moving is what I'm meant to do.
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