The Sting of Rejection Fades With An Acceptance

Actually, that should read “the sting of two rejections fades with an acceptance” because the day after the first college rejection letter, my daughter received another rejection from another college.

She’s a master at administering the guilt. After the second rejection, she informed me that she was too stupid for school and now she was going to be a hooker or a stripper. Then she laid the blame on me for poor parenting in that I didn’t get her learning disability checked out in time. (She forgot how she vehemently didn’t want to get tested all through junior high school, even though I had a feeling something wasn’t right with her reading ability.) Of course, it’s always the parent’s fault. I probably ruined her entire life by not drinking milk during my pregnancy with her. (I am lactose intolerant.)

Then the following day, she received a phone call from a university in Carlsbad, California. I took the call, and it was late at night. The caller wasn’t aware of the time difference. I took the message and relayed it to my daughter the next day, telling her to call as soon as possible.

She was ridden with anxiety, wanting to know what the phone call was all about, yet afraid to know what the phone call was about. She called twice from the office, the first time slamming the phone down when voice mail came on. I told her to leave a message! What? This wasn’t an adult way to deal with college! Finally, she overcame her fear and did leave a message.

At home later that night, the woman called again. This time, I refereed the phone call and asked what she wanted. She was quite helpful and asked about my daughter, her age, when she would be out of high school and when she would be thinking about starting.

This is a different kind of university (National University), which is geared more to adult learners who are working full time. Much of the course work is done online. It’s fully accredited, but doesn’t exactly offer the traditional college experience. Only one fourth of the students are her age. There are no dorms, but several centers in southern California. However, they will take anyone with her low average, and are not even looking at her college test scores.

An acceptance is an acceptance. I needed her to have at least one so that she wouldn’t feel completely defeated. The day before this came, I was ready with my speech on how there was no shame if you get a good job right out of high school. She would have to be self motivated to attend this school, but maybe it will be a good fit for her.

I called her and told her she was accepted, and she finally perked up from her depression. “Sweet!” she screamed from her cell phone.

Now for the other letters… we can wait on those.