Sent in applications in the early fall to meet some early action deadlines, and just hoped for the best. Once they were sent in, there wasn’t much I could do. Just hope for the best.
I got two letters in the span of a week. Both were rejections, I was crushed. I always kept my hopes down because I knew this would happen. I figured that the last and final one from VCU would be a rejection as well. Time passed, almost a month, before I got a packet in the mail. Accepted.
I was shocked and somewhat confused, but excited. I liked VCU; it was a place where all my friends were going and an urban campus, which I hoped for. But it wasn’t the school I got in to, it was the fact that I got accepted to college. If you had asked me during my junior year whether I could get into college, I would of said your crazy. But I learned that I’m capable of a lot more than I originally thought. I didn’t think I could turn my habits around and focus on school and push myself. Senior year was a year that I focused on bettering myself and learning more about what I could do and who I