It's been a crazy last 3 days.
On Friday I had my track meet and decision day for UCLA, UCSD, and Swarthmore. I had no hope for Swarthmore since I didn't try and surprise surprise I got rejected. Wasn't humbling since I didn't care. They didn't even send me an email to remind me decisions were out. Whatever. Truly don't care. A bit stinging since I still applied, but there was no hope since I didn't try on the application. Didn't even reword my short ass PIQ.
Anyways, the ones that did matter were my 2 UC's. I ran my 1600, cooled down, and then I waited until 4:30. I kept on refreshing Zeemee and reddit and then I saw someone say they got waitlisted. I immediately hopped on and boom. Accepted. I actually screamed (sort of) "I got into uc san diego!" And squealed. I was soooo happy. This was all that I wanted. Then, I waited another 30 minutes until UCLA decisions were out. DID the same zeemee and reddit refreshers. And I opted it and I inhaled out of excitement when j saw I was #bruinbound .
Then I texted Selena and she called me and I almost cried on the phone.
I did not think ucla would admit me. I thought rejection, not even wait list. But i guess they saw something in me that I only used to see. Potential.
And I think its beautiful that they saw that in ME. and not past me. Current me. The me I grew into.
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