IN THE RICE BOX: To the Worrying Warriors

OLIVIA CHEUNG
Editor in Chief

As the college admission decision season (thankfully) draws to a close, this long month has undoubtedly taken a toll on all those involved.

I’ve seen friends elated over decisions, while others were devastated by rejections and wait lists. I’ve seen friends proudly announce their decision over Facebook, while others quietly withdraw from social networking to survive the coming weeks.

Here’s one to the seniors who wrongly feel insignificant.

I know it’s easier said than done to feel better and move past this, and it’s even harder not to question whether the past four years meant anything at all, but your life isn’t over. College doesn’t define you. You define college. From the many options you’ve considered, have you noticed the drastic changes in scenery and people, but not really the programs themselves? That’s all a college is: a backdrop for your next few years. Whether you’re located in sunny Southern California or in the ice age of Maine, you will be fine as long as you expose yourself to new knowledge and continue pursuing opportunities.

If a college can holistically look at everything you’ve presented them — four years of hard work and heartfelt essays that you’ve never felt safe sharing with even loved ones — and still say “nah,” then shut off the computer. Burn the admissions letter. Breathe.

Realize that you’re more than what an anonymous board thinks of you.