Rejection. Six rejections to be exact. Sent in the form of emails that read like a bad breakup spiel, beginning with pleasantries, delivering the fatal blow, and ending with a nice sentiment that only heightened the desire to clear my browser history and end it all.
Each was a variation of: “Thank you for your interest in the ___________ PhD program at ___________ University. Unfortunately, we are unable to offer you admission. We received hundreds of applicants and could only accept a few. Our ultimate decision is not a reflection of any specific weakness of your application.”
Being rejected from every graduate program I applied to has been the greatest disappointment of my life. Dramatic? Maybe. My truth? Completely. Mourning the death of my dream of attending grad school in the fall has been like grieving the end of a relationship, and I can only begin to describe my emotions in the context of a great romance.
Below, I compare each of my grad school rejections