Mason Gepp wants to hear back from the colleges he has applied to but discovers he isn’t very good at playing the “waiting game”.
I am normally a big fan of games, so when I mailed off my college applications, I looked forward to the waiting game. You know, the time between dropping my forms off in the blue postal box and the time when a reply letter comes back from the college. I was really excited, since all I had to do was sit back and wait until the responses were sent to me.
Unfortunately, it turns out, I don’t have the patience needed for this game. Not in the slightest. I have heard back from three out of the six schools where I applied, so I am only halfway there. I am feeling plenty of stress and anxiety lately. I’m a good student, so it feels like unnecessary torture. Each college sets their own arbitrary dates for when they feel like notifying applicants. On days when these letters are scheduled to arrive, I find myself rushing home from school to open the mailbox, to find anything but my letter. As a result, the U.S. Postal Service and I have a less than cordial relationship.
My last year of high school will be over soon, so I’m supposed to be suffering from senioritis — where my classmates and I just goof off. But because of this ongoing waiting game, I have not been infected by this yet. That’s probably a good thing since I’m keeping my grades up.
When I do go to college next year, I think the only game I’ll feel like playing is baseball— the ball moves a lot faster.