University Application: Epilogue

I spent over two years on gathering university information and putting effort to find the right university with the right major for me. It was a vast effort of making contacts to various universities to finding the past graduates who went to the school. Although much time was spent on the search, I was not able to find the one specific major from the tons of interesting options. Even though I had no clear idea of what I wanted to study, based on the major interests, I pushed 5 applications to three different universities: McGill, Toronto, Waterloo and 4 different majors : Geography, Civil Engineering, Architecture, Planning. 

Then, well, I'll be honest, things didn't work out as I wanted them to be.

Although my overall marks were good enough for a qualification, the English mark destroyed my chance of getting an acceptance. It was truly horrifying experience and I felt so much regret to disappoint my family and specially, myself. All the self-esteem I gained over all these years were gone in a moment and I felt like a total failure; Sleeping was no longer for a rest but to escape from the reality.

I still regret the fact that I didn't prepare well for the grade 12 English course, which was probably the most important class through out the whole high school. At the same time, I feel thankful to the teacher who made me realize the lack of my English ability and my bad work habit before going to the university. Overall, I didn't successfully end my high school in the way I wanted, but the whole application process has taught me the two things that are going to be important in life: 'Expect the most unexpected' and 'You can't always get what you want (but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need)'.

p.s.

For the record, I received an English mid-term mark of 60 in the class average of 65 and subject average of 77. At the time, I was more pissed on the fact that our class average was much lower compare to the subject average. (blamed it on my luck of getting a good teacher!)

However when a couple of weeks past and the heat cooled down, I finally accepted the truth;  the fact that my English is horrible. Ever since, I worked hard not only to improve the mark but to improve the overall English that I use everyday even on this blog. (I felt extremely sorry for the people who would be reading my post and couldn't understand)

I don't know. People might laugh at me for getting 70 in the grade 12 English course but they would have no idea what this number means compare to the 70 from other teachers; my teacher always told us that average mark in every courses in the current education system are too inflated. Also, people would have know idea how hard it's to get 10% boost within the half of semester. It is truly the symbol of tenacity; The new thing I learned in grade 12, thanks to the teacher.