In another few more days (I don’t really know precisely which day), it’ll be d-day. The day where the American universities release their admission decisions to applicants. The day where my heart will be pounding as I anxiously watch the web page load by staring at the loading bar at the bottom right of the computer screen.

I know I will not make it. Because I am applying to some of the top universities in the world. Top with the capital “T”. Admission is super competitive. I did not spend enough time to package my application. There’s a sense of regret after I submit my application.

I’m like, oh snap! I could have done this/that. I should have left no stone unturned. I should have submit this, I should have disclose that. You get the idea.

In other words, I believe it is not about my limitations, but my presentation to the admission officers that sparks the pessimism.

[Blog post ends here due to overwhelming pessimism and anxiety.]