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[16] As October ends, so does the college application process.
[16] I completed my transcript-release forms, and submitted them in.
[16] But now the painful thought of rejection had caused me great distress.
[16] My mind could not be at ease, it was always in a violent spin.

[14] "It will take about two weeks," My guidance counselor said.
[14] But she did not realize how much these "two weeks," I would dread.
[18] I tried to read a few books, to alleviate the worries in my head.
[18] Yet, my plentiful reading could not put my heartaches sound asleep in bed.

[16] "Alas," I thought to myself, as from my room I gazed at the stars.
[16] But a glimmer of hope arose, upon looking at my guitar.
[15] Playing acoustic guitar, yet again, shall come to my aid
[15] Whilst practicing, a joyous mood was inevitably made.

[15] The early November days now pass me by gracefully quick.
[15] I have found many songs I desire to learn how to play.
[9] But I do not know which songs to pick.
[22] I narrow my choices down to certain selections from Hillsong United and The Fray.
[22] Regardless, I have found any type of music, to easily have my worries allayed.

[19] The two week duration hurried by, but I hardly paid any attention.
[18] Nevertheless, I was still eager to find out if I was admitted.
[19] I finished my homework, and went upstairs to my bedroom feeling no tension.
[18] I was longing to finally have all my anxieties acquitted.

[17] I sit with my laptop at my wooden table, awaiting the news,
[19] hoping my email of admission to Rutgers University comes soon.
[17] My inbox reads "1 New Message," and I fearfully await my plight.
[19] But I see a "Congratulations!" and continue reading to my delight.