Perhaps the greatest frustration with the B-skool application process is the lack of control each applicant has over the whole thing. Scores upon scores of stories flood the BWaaaaaa board hammering this point home…
- I studied for the GMAT for three years — YEARS! — and got a 770, and I STILL got dinged from H/S/W/SPU/UW/MOM/FU!
- I invented the Internets as a hobby from my day job of curing cancer. Four dings.
- I had minor surgery on my eyes the day before I took my GMAT. Failed miserably. Accepted at Harvard. 🙂
- I’m ON the Admissions Committee at Slippery Rock University. They waitlisted me…so, so confudido…
It’s ca-rayyyzy, to say the least. In fact, I’d be willing to venture that even AdComs get a little bit unnerved during the process — sort of feels like a piece of broccoli being tossed about a wok (hmm, wonder what I had for din din last night…). You not only have to sift through thousands of applications in the course of a few months, you also have a good chunk of those potential applicants lobbying like woah to get a coveted spot on top of the 22 pages of info they sent in.
I’m an admitted contributor to that madness, thankyou. 😉
But anyway, there’s the need to step back from the process, especially if you’re in waitlist limbo and you have no clue where you’re gonna be living in four months. The best advice I can give? Move On. Waiting, pining, and waiting only makes the situation worse. Go take your girly out for dinner, play some frisbee with your athletically-inclined friends, chess with the not-so. Be the person you were before this whole process started (unless, of course, you find it enjoyable to randomly visit schools, hound former bosses for recommendations, and sporadically write, re-write, and re-re-write 500-word essays about your life goals. In that case, I’ll need to kidnap you and take you to a movie or something, man.)
As for me, I’m moving on in the best ways I can. I’ve been conned, er, encouraged to ride up this:
Yes, on my bike. And I’ma DO IT!
Why? Well, I think there’s something rejuvenating about taking on challenges that are within your control. Nobody’s telling me I can’t ride my bike up a volcano. Nobody’s saying I can’t run a charity event or listen to world-renowned speakers or read a book on non-profit management. The B-skool process is a life-draining, oft-soul-sucking endeavor that, even if you emerge unscathed and successful, is a lesson in pain. But sometimes, sometimes, you want to be the source of that pain, because you’re controlling how much you’re willing to take.