Next Year

by Lara Prescott

It’s mid-February and you haven’t seen an acceptance yet. You’re checking Facebook ten (OK, twenty) times a day for word on acceptances. You’ve resorted to Googling people who’ve gotten in so you can compare your work to theirs. You’ve succumbed to Grad Café rumors.

On the day you get rejected from Michigan, you lock yourself out of the house and have to walk barefoot in your pajamas down an iced-over sidewalk in a town you hate to fetch a locksmith.

It can’t get any worse.

But it does.

March brings a smattering of more rejections and you call your mother to tell her that you’re just not good enough. She feels your pain, and tells you so, but wonders why you’d want to go back to school in your 30s in the first place, which she doesn’t tell you.

In April, you get accepted to a school you can’t afford. It feels good for a minute. Then you do the math.

On the day you receive your final rejection—from a school that misspells your name—you begin a new story. You don’t yet know it, but that story will get you into half the schools you apply to the following year.

And next year, when you get an acceptance email from your number one choice, you stand up from your desk and scream. You actually scream. You wonder if you’d have screamed if it had come easier.

Image: Let Ideas Compete

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Lara Prescott is a first-year fiction fellow at the Michener Center for Writers at the University of Texas. Her stories have appeared or are forthcoming in The Southern Review, The Hudson Review, Tin House Flash Fridays, Day One, and others. She wants you to apply again next year.

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