Feeling alone as you swim through the terrifying waters known as the college admission process? Have no fear! We have five seniors blogging about ups, downs, and random in-betweens of their college process for the next 12 months (from June 2013 to June 2014!). Sit back, relax, and get that “OMG I totally get you, bro” feeling. Information for how to contact a blogger will be at the bottom of his/her posts.
Well as this series was jump started quite nicely by my fellow blogger Celeste, I must say it is a pleasure to be writing for the Admit/Deny series as only its second writer. As you may have gathered from my rather enigmatic title, this here will be both your, as well as my own, place to unload and feel a sense of camaraderie within the madness that is the college admissions process. Well at least that’s my goal.
SO. Who is your slightly-less-than omniscient author?
Me! The name is Michael Salib, as you may have already seen at the start of this article, but there are a few things you may have not seen at the top about me. I am a Coptic Orthodox Egyptian first and foremost, and for those of you wondering what that is, I think it might be easier to just check this out. I am, just for a few days longer, a high school junior who has finished standardized testing (good God I can’t believe I just said that…), and an exhausted one at that.
My hobbies, other than the typical adolescent boy answer of “sports” which I love, are that of an old man. I enjoy writing poetry/prose, reading, sitting with friends and not getting up for several hours, and most of all I think, sitting on the beach. Note the exorbitant amount of stationary activities…
Occasionally, this does happen from time to time, though…
But more about school and less about me. I go to a massively competitive high school in Syosset, Long Island, New York and in a world where people seem so sure, my incompetence and problematic indecision are troubling. I feel late to visit colleges, something I have done absolutely none of, and late to find out where is right for me, among so many other things I feel should have been done. The comforting thing, I think though, is that I am not alone, something I did not learn until recently. In a world where chaos and discord rule, it is okay to not be sure sometimes, to find your way with a bit of trepidation.
I was bred from an extremely young age to understand that what was meant for me was medicine, regardless of field. As I grew, cardiology seemed so interesting to me that I never considered any career path besides it, especially not one outside of it. But growing up in contemporary American society, it dawned on me not a year ago that this would not be just merely difficult, but draining and debilitating as an end profession. Regardless, with Egyptian parental and societal pressures behind me, I began to work this year towards applying to 7/8 year med programs. I was hit then with revelation number 2! As it turns out, those are impossible to get accepted into! Looks like if I’m going do this thing, it’s going to be four year undergrad and then another gazillion in med school, residency, and all the rest, just like most other white coat-ers. Well whatcha gonna do, right?
I remain optimistic however, and look at this as not a setback, but an opportunity. In such programs (which, if you’re applying to, I mean not to scare you, but rather applaud you in your succeeding in an attempt I failed in), people become restricted. Very recently I was honored by my school in becoming Senate (student body) Vice President and President of my school’s literary magazine, both of which I could not be more excited about working on. I think that they have shown me getting involved in college is something that is extremely important to me, but can extremely difficult in a med program. Rejection. A blessing in disguise?
Having this minor epiphany made me realize something else. So often have I heard graduating seniors in my school tell me that their college wasn’t their first, second or even third choice, and yet they couldn’t be happier going where they are. So I drudge on, just as the rest of my high school peers, in the hope that such a fate would befall this elderly man stuck in a teenager’s body.
I am fortunate at the least to have an idea of what I want to end up doing, something I unfortunately cannot say for all my rising senior comrades. Yet still though, I am extremely ambivalent about what college is right for me. My list stretches from nearby NYU, down to GW and further to the University of Florida, and all the way west to UCLA. This is a trend I’ve found common for those with no idea where will fit them best. But they say “broaden your horizons”, so nervously I’ve done just that.
Even after all of this though, I remain excited for next year. Excited to make my clubs the best they can be, to apply and feel the angst that so many have before me, feel the jubilation of acceptance, and especially to write and experience this upcoming year with all of you who have stayed reading this article and have stumbled upon this wonderful publication known as The Prospect.
My name is Michael Salib. And I’m a little scared.
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