I'm here to vent about myself. I'm so irrational. I applied to these four big schools with knowledge that the odds I'd get in were slim to none. I don't have a masters, and I'm competing against people with masters. I come from a piece of shit undergrad because it's all I could afford, and I'm competing against people with amazing pedigrees. All this evidence allowed me to conclude that I should not get my hopes up about these four schools. And this worked, for the most part. I am not upset about my presumed rejection from Yale, and I won't be upset about my impending rejections from Stanford and Princeton. But for some some irrational reason, I got my hopes up for MIT. How do I know this happened? Because as the acceptances come up on the results page, I'm getting upset. And then I get more upset for getting upset. And I'm pissed at myself because I have a great offer from Duke, and there are other people who are worse off than I am because they haven't heard any good news. So I'm upset at myself for not appreciating what I have.
Waiting for the phone call from MIT is like waiting for my much more popular high school crush to text me back. It's never going to happen, and I NEED to get this through my thick skull.