(rant warning)

(is this picture too much? Lol, it really does describe how I feel about U of A some days. I can't wait to get my shirts printed for graduation. I hate u of a on the front and all my abuse claims on the back. It's going to be glorious and I'm going to wear it under my gown.)
So while this leaves a slightly bitter taste in my mouth, in the end, all you can do is what you can do. Who knows? Maybe everyone else had screw ups too... But then, that sort of thinking is dangerous because I'm fairly certain that all applicants are thinking, "I'm actually the smartest and most likable person so I am going to get in before all those other kids", but what we should realize is that every other student is working their butt off same as you and YOU AREN'T SPECIAL like you might've been in high school (but probably weren't).
Sorry that this is such a downer post. I'm serious in what I'm writing but this is not new to me and in the end, it's not the U of A that gave me that D+. It's me. I fucked up. So now I'm dealing with the consequences... And for someone who had a pretty easy childhood, I suppose working for something on a long term scale is going to make me a much more resilient person. So excuse me if I need to whine once in a while along the way. It's growing pains.
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