Today I suffered from one of the most incredible upsets of all time. But let's backtrack to yesterday. I was high on life. A student group of mine kicked ass with an event and I was feeling really good about all my hard work for the past 3 weeks on a very big project. I went out to celebrate the end of my hard work.

Now back to today: my hard work turned out to be for nothing. In the end, I got crushed. I had no clue what do do. I called a couple people I had worked with on everything, and none picked up. When one finally called me back, she had the audacity to tell me that perhaps I had not worked hard enough. I had worked hard. Harder than a lot of others in our group who succeeded. It hurt so badly. I am happy for them, but it's bittersweet. But how dare anyone tell me I did not work when I clearly did. Some things just don't work out.

Worse than that? Only ONE of these so-called "friends" called to make sure I was ok. They were too busy reveling in the glory of their success that they forgot those who hadn't succeeded. That one phone call meant a lot. It meant that I was still thought of-- by one person.

Sitting here tonight, getting phone calls from practically every sketch senior I know asking me to come drink away my tears (I turned them down for a personal Grey's marathon), I realize who the people who count are. They're the acquaintance who called to make sure I was ok. And my student group leader who spent an hour on AIM telling me how he'd gone through the same thing and that he's doing just fine and so will I. And my dad, who came all the way from home to take me to dinner and talk. They're the people who don't turn their back on you and they never have ulterior motives (coughgrossseniorscough). It upsets me knowing that a group of people I spent MY time over the past few weeks helping failed to reciprocate when perhaps I needed them more than ever. They should know that just because I failed, does not mean I will be gone from the scene. I will be showing up to all their affairs with a smile and a helping hand. I just wish more of them had lent a hand tonight. I know I will succeed in the end-- undoubtedly without their help.

This post was originally written by E3
University of Michigan · Undecided · 23 Mar 2007