Rejection: whatcha gonna do about it?

Even though Florida State crushed my dreams, I forgive them. Photo provided by

Tiaran Vokes, Staff Writer

It’s the start of a new decade and let’s just say the first month has not been kind at all. We started this decade with a continent burning and then the spread of a killer disease. After the last 29 days of dealing with those devastating events the end of January was coming up. After the long wait the day finally came, January 30. I’d been waiting the past 8 years to see if the school of my dreams would accept me. When I finally got home after work, a friend of mine called me to check to see if I was accepted. When I

clicked on my decision letter my heart shattered into a million pieces, and before I knew it I was asking myself how will I get through this?


Cry and Question

The first thing I did when I received the news was cry. Not just a little, but a lot. The amount of water that came out of me could probably fill an Olympic size swimming pool. This also was no ordinary crying that was taking place. I had to sob quietly because I didn’t want my siblings to hear me and have to explain to them that their brother was a failure. I also randomly decided to cry under my bed, and I have no idea why I did that. While quietly sobbing, I then began to ask myself questions like “why me,” “did I not work hard enough,” “why does nothing work out for me?” And after asking myself those questions that I had no answers to, I went back to crying under the bed.



With my heart broken, I found it really hard to eat. I had lost my appetite and no longer had the pleasure of chowing down on food. But after two days, I regained my appetite. I went to the nearest Walmart and grabbed multiple bags of Mega Peanut M&Ms and Oven Baked Ruffles. I couldn’t help myself, it was as if I was possessed.



The last thing I had to deal with was my anger. I may seem to be all friendly on the outside, but sometimes I can be a mean person. I was angry at Florida State University for rejecting me but taking in people with the same GPA and SAT score as me. It made me feel unwanted and useless. I then turned my anger towards one of my closest friends who was accepted. I was jealous and furious that she got everything she wanted, while I had to deal with issues that made me think if my future was even possible.



After spending a day with her my anger soon vanished, I was happy for her and hopeful that I could be reconsidered. And even if I’m not reconsidered I hope to be a ‘Nole my junior year of college. I still asked myself why all the work I did for the past four years wasn’t rewarded but that question may be answered somewhere in my near future.