To all victims of the college application process, take one big deep breath, exhale slowly, and repeat. I write this to myself as much as others, because, gosh, this is a stressful experience. I try my best to be hopeful about the application process but, it has come to the point where I am really kicking myself for not being better at sports. This process competes with being as stressful as my experience dressing large, inflexible, partially not-movable mannequins in the window at “B” Chic, and close to as dreadful as the time I stood at the top of a ski hill with moguls, trees, and a much higher degree of difficulty than anticipated, in a snowstorm. At this point in time, I have finished about half a bag of goldfish, while sitting on my bed with my baby blankets around my feet, and watching out my window as buckets of rain pour down on quietly thinning trees.
As I’m sure anyone reading this can by now detect, I do not currently have all my “ducks in a row.” Teacher recommendations still need to be asked for, the Common App still needs to be filled all the way out, and my “Personal Essay” of two months is moments away from being thrown into the trash bin. And, although I know I have lots and lots to do, I have become so overwhelmed at my inability to express who I am in 650 words or less, that I feel like those mannequins I dress in the window, unable to move on my own.