This week, I got waitlisted for AP Physics.
And now I know what rejection feels like.
I had been really excited for the class. I love physics and I intend on pursuing engineering in college. The rational part of me knows that getting waitlisted for one class isn't the 'end-all-be-all', but that's not changing the stickly, blue feeling in my chest. There's this pit weighing down on my ribs, and my arteries are all twisted up in knots.
I'm not sad, and I'm not hurt either. Or maybe I am, and my body hasn't realized it yet. I've never really been in love before, and my life usually works out how I plan it. So this is the first time some major, unsolvable wrench has been thrown into my plans and left me confused and a bit lost.
If getting waitlisted feels this bad, then how much worse is being rejected by your crush? Or breaking up with your partner?
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