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A bit bummed...

Sorry to double post... I better post punctually (before I forget my thoughts) and briefly.

I'm feeling a bit bummed right now.  Just got a letter from Babson saying they aren't able to offer me admission.  Dad says that when they told me they didn't know what to do about DSST and CLEP business scores, I should have realized it was a shaky case.  The letter didn't tell me anything about why I wasn't accepted... phooey.

Mom says to know that we've been praying for God to close doors He doesn't want me to go through.  She says I need to recognize this is now a closed door.

It's hard to realize that I haven't been accepted NOT because I'm incapable or "not good enough" because my credentials were on the high end of mediocre, (i.e. not Ivy League type), but because it's God's way of telling me not to go.

1 school down... 4 to go... We'll see what God decides.

Oh, Rochester said I didn't have enough work experience, which I expected.  But I'm really glad that I had the pre-consultation call, so I didn't have to go through the hassle of application essays and recommendation letters to find out just that.

Neat thing is that they introduced me to MS's in the business field, which don't require previous work experience.  If this year doesn't work, I could probably try looking into those degrees next school year.

Go outside and play today... it's beeeee-youtiful here and my family's going out for a walk.

Toodles!
CJ

EDIT PS: Mom says it's also an ego/pride issue for why I feel sad.  *sigh*  Another lesson on humility... I'm just not sure what to do.  Shrug it off?  Be happy that I was rejected?  Probably the former...
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