I just submitted Duke, and with that, hopefully, all B school applications ever in my life. The next 2 months will decide where i’m headed, or how I’m beheaded.
A lot of questions surface. Did I select the right schools? Were my essays really my best, and would they be good enough? Were the last few months really worth it?
I need a vindication. Badly.
I had this day in mind when I had begun the arduous journey. How happy I’d be when I’d be done with all my applications! Surprisingly, there are too many thoughts gnawing at that supposed joy.
In bits, we find and lose ourselves through every application. Its not just the last few months spent in paraphrasing ourselves. Our whole life until now has come to this singular point where it all ends. Either to rise and begin again. Or.
Bring the interviews on.