I Was Rejected From Engineering

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I grew up in a big city. I’ve always had people around, and people “directing” me through my decisions in life. On January 5th, 2015, I signed a twelve month internship contract which required me to go to work at a location 2500 km (read: 1550 miles) away from everyone and everything I knew. Ever since I’ve been living in this rural part of the country, I’ve been feeling very secluded and alone. On the bright side, It has given me a lot of time to think about myself and what I want to make of my life.

These writing pieces are my attempt at recording my thoughts during this time period in a medium (no pun intended) that will allow me to look back when I’m older and (hopefully) wiser. I’ve decided to do this publicly for the slim chance that someone reading this might be able to provide some input or relate to my experiences.

I Didn’t Get In

I was a smart little kid. I scored among the top of my class in elementary and middle school, even getting an invitation to study in a “Gifted Program”. I definitely don’t think that I’m gifted at all, but at the time, it gave me a sort of quantifiable confirmation that I wasn’t average. Nonetheless, this gave me an identity through grade school: I was a “smart kid”.

I never let go of this mentality in high school and it proved to be a huge mistake. I breezed through grade 9 and 10, barely needing to study at all. I felt smart enough to do anything I wanted but I wanted to be a Computer and Electrical Engineer. When I started grade 11, the material was getting harder and I was no longer ahead. It made sense that I was unable to keep up as I had adopted a lazy attitude towards school. Years of being able to logically reason my way through my assignments unfortunately lead to little development of my work ethic.

By the time I reached grade 12, my marks were extremely low compared to what they should be for a prospective engineering student. I felt my dream of becoming an Engineer slowly slipping away. I did everything I could do at this point. I took easier classes to boost my average, I emailed teachers for extra credit assignments and hoped to scrap enough marks together for a competitive admission average. I received an envelope in the mail from the University I had marked down as my first choice. It read:

“Unfortunately, we regret to inform you that… “

Well, you know the rest. I did get offered an alternate admission into their Technology program. It was a similar program that offered credentials similar to that of an engineering program except one simple difference, you graduate as a technologist, not an engineer. I accepted the offer nonetheless, with a prospect that I would someday still become an engineer and that maybe walking along line between what a technician is and what an engineer is might get me closer to becoming an engineer.

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