I'm not Painter

(or, proud of myself)

When the envelope arrived, I didn’t tell anyone. It was a standard-sized envelope from the University of Maryland, which meant, as far as I was concerned, one thing: rejection.

Once I finally ripped it open and saw the first words, “We’re sorry...,” I knew I was right. I was devastated. Furious too. Furious enough to call the admissions office and ask, e…