This is the text I received from my friend after I messaged her about the Booth decision:
“That something better must come through is difficult to believe, I know, but hang in there…”
It’s easier to write now, after almost a month, about the Booth ding. In the month before the official release of the detail, I had only one desire: to get a place in the Booth Class of 2015. I loved the school; I loved the city, and the people I met during my visit. I thought I was so close to achieve my dream. And then, just one email was enough to break that all up.
To say, I was upset, is a gross understatement. I could not get out the bed the next day. I just lied on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I could not think. I started questioning my abilities (oh man, that is never good), my past decisions. And honestly, the next few days were just fuzzy. I was travelling a lot for work those days. But I did not let my personal thoughts affect my work. Ironically, the airports and the airplanes filled with people provided me with some lone time and process my next steps. The realization of the reality set in fast. I had to look forward. I can’t live in the past. I needed to prepare myself for the Round 2 applications.