The Quarter Life Crisis BY CARLY LEWIS
I sat at my desk with the letter unfolded in front of me. The envelope it arrived in had my name written on it in calligraphy and was torn up somewhere on the floor. I scanned the text for reassuring key words: “Congratulations.” “Welcome.” “Accepted.” Nothing.
Polaroids I HAYLEY LEWIS
What I saw became a confusion that I can only equate to losing something that you’re positive you remembered to bring: “Although your application was impressive, we regret to inform you that we cannot, at this time, accept you into this program. We wish you all the best in the - ” . That was enough. I had been rejected from a school for the first time in my life. A pursuit that I thought would come so simply - being accepted to any and every Masters program I wanted - was not such a breeze after all. There had been a bump in my plans, a change in the game that I was not expecting. And I could not take it. Continued on page 12
Volume 10 Issue 1 Summer 2010