Throughout high school, I set my sights on Massachusetts Institute of Technology. I was going to be a great engineer and do great, incredible things. I was told time and time again I wouldn't make it. My own best friend shirked any mention of MIT to hide her obvious doubt in my capabilities. Aptitude tests pushed me towards customer service and international business, telling me I didn't have the mind of a mathematician. I was determined to prove them wrong.
Thursday, my early application was deferred to regular admissions. Basically, I wasn't good enough this round.
What is so upsetting was my contentment; I told all who asked I would be pushed back. There was no burning fire of rage and anger; inside, the voices of disbelief and pessimism whispered cooly, "You knew this was coming. Why get ruffled up about it?"
Hey, Doubt: shut up. If MIT doesn't want me, fine. I don't need MIT, but, more than anything, I don't need you.
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