Don’t Kill the Messenger

As another grueling school day comes to a close, I take a deep breath of relief, knowing that this tiring routine will only last for a few more weeks before summer vacation comes to the rescue. Right when it feels as though one more science project will set you off on a murderous rampage, this merciful break affords you the time to rest, relax, and slowly come to grips with the fact that the whole cycle will begin yet again in a short matter of time. Such a devious trickster summer vacation can be! This time, however, I’m not sure how to think about it. Approaching the end of my senior year, should I simply expect things to be the same, that college is no better than the deadening repetition and busy work I faced all of these previous years? In this time of transition, it’s hard to be sure of anything really… In fact, I still wasn’t sure where I might even be attending college at this point…

Staring listlessly out the window, contemplating the intimidating “bigger picture” that some people refer to as the future, I noticed some unusual activity outside. Apparently the mail was being delivered, but it certainly was much earlier than normal! And who was the mail man there? I couldn’t get a good look at his face, but I was positive that he was no one I had ever seen before…

Sitting squarely on top of the mailbox itself, this new mail carrier had hoisted himself all the way up there just to open the stubborn receptacle. What determination! Observing from behind for fear of offending him with my curious gaze, I wondered how he got here in the first place. With no truck or associates in sight, he seemed perfectly confident and capable of accomplishing his job nonetheless. Judging by the fact that he could scale a vertical pole without a hassle, I suppose I shouldn’t have doubted his aptitude.

Eyes closed serenely, satisfied by a job well done, he didn’t seem like such a strange creature after all, albeit conspicuous. Gathering up my courage, I approached and introduced myself, knowing that it never hurts to make friends with those who could potentially read your private letters, or dispose of important packages should you upset them. Instantly jumping to attention at hearing me pronounce my name, he handed over an official-looking envelope bearing that very title. Seeing as I rarely get any mail in the first place, I was now even more confused than when I first spotted this guy meandering towards the property! Job accomplished, my new mail carrier hopped down from the box and continued on his way, leaving me to puzzle over my parcel.

Well, it only took a second before I figured out it was a letter from my first-choice college – Let’s just call it Farnard University. Excitedly slashing through the thin seal, I retrieved the single sheet of paper resting inside. Unfolding as fast as I could, I had to read it over and over until I finally was able to comprehend… That I had been rejected. FU had essentially told me, “F.U.”

Such disappointment and shame I felt, I could hardly summon the energy to drag myself back through the front door, and yet somehow I still could have easily chased after that mail man, formerly a potential ally, and throttle him on the spot. I know it wasn’t his fault in the least… But I was at such a loss at that moment, no action I took would have felt right. Yes, life happens, and clearly this wasn’t the place for me if they didn’t even want me there… But that doesn’t make this bitter pill any easier to swallow.

10 thoughts on “Don’t Kill the Messenger

  1. I’m sorry you had to go through the feelings of rejection and disappointment. This won’t help you feel any better right now but you can bet that something better will come along and it will be what you really need. So keep your spirits up and don’t despair (and I’m glad you didn’t kill the messenger, he’s too darn cute :).

  2. i think that high school and college are both very different and very alike. i suppose a lot of it depends on where you go, though. i’m away from home at a large university, so there’s a lot less personal interaction with professors and living in the dorm is very unlike living at home, etc. for me, there’s a lot less tedious busywork now, though.

    i’m so sorry to hear that you got a rejection letter! they must be totally lame if they can’t see how smart and talented you are! it’s their loss!

  3. That is the cutest little giraffe. Rejection letters suck. Don’t worry about it. You’ll get in at another school that will probably be a better fit.

  4. I’m really sad to hear about the rejection letter (they obviously don’t know who they’re missing out on), I haven’t gotten to that stage myself yet but I know how terrible it must feel (Please don’t be discouraged!) I wish you better luck with your next preference.

    And by the way that’s the cutest messenger I’ve ever seen :)

  5. Oh, my gosh!!! That is the most adorable giraffe I have seen yet! Actually, he is just what I have been searching for; to make for my only daughter’s first baby. She started a love affair with giraffes when she was only 1 year old. Is there any chance the instructions will be available as a free pattern in the near future? (One can always hope, tee hee). I so enjoy reading your stories and seeing all of the crocheted critters and foods! : ) All the best, and Happy Spring!

  6. Your toys are all SO cute! I hope you get the time to put this pattern on your site — my sister has had a love affair with giraffes for years and she would adore this one! Don’t worry too much about school — you’ll find one that will appreciate your obvious talents!

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