F**K Rochester 4/24/2001
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I called the admissions office at University of Rochester today. I was told by one of their admissions officers that I should call because it helps my waitlisted application when it shows that I'm interested. I called, and was told the guy in charge of waitlisted applications was busy. 4:45 rolled around, and their offices close at 4:30, so I assumed he wasn't calling me back. I passed out on the couch. Half an hour later, the phone rings. Keep in mind I just woke up and am slightly disoriented. I explained who I was, but instead of saying "UR is my first choice school", I said "Syracuse is my first choice school" instead. He was quiet for a moment and then said, "You do realize this is the Rochester office?" I can't explain the feelings of stupidity and humiliation I felt. I quickly explained I had just gotten back from work (ok I lied to make myself look better) and was slightly disoriented and I apologized for the mistake. He strted laughing and said, "You've just made my day!" I figured it was better than him hanging up on me, so I laughed too. Then I said, "Rochester (see, I got it right this time) is my first choice school and I was waitlisted. I already sent in my letter of intent, along with two other recommendations. Is there anything else I could do to improve my chances?" He said, "Well, we waitlisted people who we didn't quite want to reject, but we didn't really want them either.We probably won't take anyone off of the waitlist, we had very qualified applicants this year, and luckily will not have to resort to the waitlisted applicants." Stunned (I mean, should he be saying that?!) I asked, "Well, then why do you have a waitlist?" He replies, "Well, why don't you worry about the schools you DID get into?" Mind you, all of this was said with an extremely rude attitude. He says, "Good luck." All I basically did was mutter, "Yeah, thanks," and hung up.
At first I was really angry, hitting the desk, throwing my book. I mean, who is he to talk to me that way?? Fuck him and fuck Rochester. They receive 10,000 applications every year, 6600 are accepted, and approximately 970 enroll out of the 6600. Want to know why? The Ivy leaguers use UR as their safety--so who is Rochester to act like it's Harvard or Yale? And what f**king right does that man have to treat me the way he did??? Then I just started crying uncontrollably. I WANTED to go...I ran upstairs to tell my mom what happened. She says, "Everything happens for a reason. Fate has a strange way of intervening, but it all works out in the end." I guess I should believe her, because there are so many examples from her life that validate her statement. But still....I know it's just a school and all, but I really wanted to go.
I'm going up to Binghamton on Thursday, taking a bus to Syracuse on Friday morning, taking the tour, and coming back to Binghamton Friday night. Becca, me, her boyfriend Kyle (who I dislike more and more every time I see him, but whatever), Michele (who I adore), and some of Becca's other friends are going to out drinking, dancing, and who lnows what else. On Saturday, Becca is a tour guide at her school, so I'm going to come along on the tour and ask facetious (spelling?) questions. That night, Shaggy is doing a concert at Binghamton, so we're going to that too. Sunday afternoon I'm going home (after some more drinking). I plan to get seriously, incredibly, mind-numbingly,unbelievably smashed this weekend. As bad as it sounds, it helps take my mind off of things. (Sorry for those who disagree with me but it's my life and liver, deal with it). I kick this gloomy mood that UR admissions guy put me in. Arrgghh, more updates later.
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