...I was rejected from Berkeley. Not that it's a big suprise. I expected it, what with Erica getting an interview and an acceptance letter (Yea Erica!), but it's a little disheartening since I'm still waiting to hear from Santa Barbara. It's also made me feel like a big loser since I feel like if everyone I knew applied to Berkeley I would be the only one who wouldn't get in and considering that everyone I know who actually has applied to Berkeley has got in, it's a pretty good assumption. sigh.

Not that I wanted to get into Berkeley. I really didn't think I was going to go there, but it would have been nice to have been accepted and have the option. And be able to reject them. That is the main point. I wanted to reject them. When I got the letter yesterday I thought it was from Santa Barbara. I had to take deep breaths and look at the return address and realize it was from Berkeley to calm down. And with one rejection under my belt, I'm now even more terrified about getting the letter from Santa Barbara.

I hate this. And I hate feeling like a reject. But you know what....SCREW BERKELEY! Yea. That's it. I should mess something up before I leave. Yea. Or I'll make them pay for my cooking classes and then quit. (That I actually am going to do) Ha! I make them pay through the nose! Ha! Bastards. Too bad I still don't feel better.

Stupid getting into schools crap...grumble grumble.