Dear Stressed High School Seniors,
There is a song called “sitting here in limbo” that goes, “sitting here in limbo, but I know it won’t be long… Sitting here in limbo, waiting for the dice to roll…”
Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? You feel as if that letter, that magical acceptance letter, will end your misery. Yet, I’m here to remind you that you are within the eye of a storm and as soon as that letter comes, your life will change (don’t panic, it’s not an immediate change).
Take this waiting time as a time to relax, bum around the house, and enjoy that last year of high school and that last year of your childhood. While I am of the opinion that high school is to be endured, not enjoyed, remember a lot of things are going to be different, so try your hardest to live in the moment.
I was once exactly where you are now. I remember how you feel.
You spent hours upon hours completing forms, taking tours, and getting eye-strain from applying online. You’re stressed, your parents are stressed, and you’re pretty sure even your dog is stressed. You’re told that your college decision is the biggest decision you’ll ever make…and yet you’re not really in control of the situation. However, there is nothing to do but wait. Your application has been submitted and the jury is out.
For this reason, I say relish in the suspense of not knowing where you are going to be in a year. It is kind of exciting knowing that you may be in Maine or you may be in Hawaii. You may be dating a music student or you may be assisting a professor in the lab. You may be trying new things for the very first time or discovering that your old interests are shared by many. You may finally find someone to watch classic Degrassi episodes with you or you may find someone who hates Miley Cyrus just as much as you.
The only thing that you can really predict about next year is that you’ll be moving on from high school…even if you’re not moving out of your house. College is an amazing experience and we promise that you’ll be there soon enough.
So remember that it doesn’t matter if you get into your first choice or you last choice. You’re going to get in somewhere. You’re going to go to college. You’re going to learn a lot and live a lot and realize a lot.
In the meantime, I won’t judge you for running down to the mailbox every day as you wait for your letter. Or, like me, chasing the mailman around the neighborhood the day you know those letters went out.