Being a 17-year-old senior in high school, I went through the college process just like everyone else. Unlike a lot of my friends, I had a very clear idea of what I was looking for in a college- small, pretty, and in the middle of nowhere. So, I came up with a list of about 10 schools that I would apply to and thus it began. I wrote my common app essay, I compiled a list of the activities I took part in at the time, and I spent A LOT of time reflecting on and writing about myself (yipee!).
Meanwhile, I was beginning a side journey that none of my friends, not even anyone else in my high school class, would be doing with me. I decided to take a gap year- a year that I would take to travel, delve into & learn about other cultures, and (hopefully) end knowing more about the direction I wanted to take my life.
Fast forward to December 12th and I got my top choice college decision back. I got rejected. Not that I had been expecting to get it but having a school be "unable to offer you admission" is definitely a punch in the face. But, everything happens for a reason right? I moved forward knowing that college just wasn't the one for me. After about a week of watching a quarter of my grade get into their top choices & a couple of my friends commit to theirs (YAY), I sat down to open my second decision on December 18th.
At the time, Colorado College was my second choice school- but there was no way in my mind that I was going to end up halfway across the country.