“How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.”— George Washington Carver
So last week I got news I’ve probably wanted since I was four years old. I got accepted to Harvard University for graduate school. Part of me knew when I submitted my application back in January that this would all work out; the other part of me that likes to have complete control over every little detail couldn’t be so optimistic. But it happened on a random Tuesday night in March; it started on a random Sunday night in October. I got what I’ve worked for 18 years for. It’s still very surreal, but it becomes more real every day.
I look back at things I wrote four years ago when I was getting ready to decide on college. How many regrets I felt because I didn’t do things I wanted to because I thought they would compromise my ability to go to college. Meanwhile, fast forward four years, and it’s all the things I did do in college (bad choices included) that got me into Harvard.