Courtney?

I remember driving in the car with my grandpaw. He said, “that’s it” and pointed. I didn’t know it was in Louisiana. I thought it must be of too much importance to grace my presence. Flash forward about 5 years, freshman year, I start thinking about where I want to go to college. Realistically, I know out-of-state is beyond me, but we all have our dreams right? So I think I the only other place I could imagine going is Tulane. Probably because it held ivy league status in my mind. Speed it up to senior year, I go to a Tulane reception, I visit the campus atleast 3 times before December. I think okay I just need to get in. I got in..Probably the biggest excitement of my short 18 years. No word on scholarships. I think okay that will come. I call after about a month. I get an answering machine. I get the phone call back that drove me temporarily into a nice little bout of depression. They tell me that they just had so many applicants and I suppose not enough money. They’re applications went from 3,000 just last year to a record 30,000. So basically my dream would have had the potential to be fulfilled if only I had been born a year earlier. A little drastic but the best logic I could compose. So my dream, my love of this school is all shattered with one phone call, and I feel like they’ve left me out in the cold. So then I find out LA legislators each have one 4 year full paid scholarship. So that’s it I print the list send out 200 letters including my resume and act/sat scores (keep in mind with all of these papers I have to use 2 stamps for each letter). So I send those out then come to find out we’re in the middle of an election for a lot of the districts, so lucky me I get to send out 100 more letters. Out of all of those 300 letters I got about 50 typed responses saying no. I got another 24 emails also saying no. So a big thank you to the 200 and some odd legislators who couldn’t even bother to slam the door in my face.

I thought about taking out pieces of each letter and posting them but they were all the same so it was pointless. The point of this blog isn’t poor me. It’s more so my heart was broken and this is my recovery. This is closure. This is me putting down my middle finger and moving on with my life. And even though you’ll be a good 10 feet away from my school I’ll be fine.