Rejection 2/3

When I walked in the first door of my house and saw the mail on the floor, my first thought was "Cornelia's not home yet." My second thought was, "I wonder what school I heard from today."

And wouldn't you know it, lying there underneath the Nordic Track fitness-wear catalog ("Work out and look good") was my second rejection in three days. It was from CUNY. I should be receiving the NYU one on Saturday, at which point I plan on doing a comparative analysis of the three. The CUNY rejection wasn't nearly as heartfelt. Kinda like a "fuck you for making us look at your shitty application."

I suspect to be overwhelmed by the brevity of NYU's axe; they have the most money and have little time to deal with such matters as letting the less-than-acceptable off easy. So my favorite of the three will most certainly be Rutgers. And I can just root for its basketball team. I guess the important thing is I tried. Had I not, I never would have known.