I got the letter from the Met on Friday and, disappointingly, I did not get the internship. I knew as soon as I touched the envelope. It was thin and obviously had just one sheet of paper in it, and instantly I knew that it was a rejection letter. I waited until I got inside my apartment before I opened it, and I thought to myself, “If I can get it open without tearing the logo and return address on the envelope flap, it will mean that I’ve gotten the internship.” But the flap tore right across the logo, and it was just one sheet of paper, and dammit all to hell, I got a big ole rejection.

Now, it was much longer odds to just get the interview than it was from the interview stage to the job stage, so I sort of felt like it was in the bag. I have to say, I was really shocked to have been rejected. All this time I’ve been saying that it was an honor to get the interview, and that even if that was as far as I got, I’d still be proud of myself, but oh my god, I was totally lying. I don’t feel proud of myself at all. I mean, yay, I got an interview. But who cares when you end up without the job at the end of it all!

When I got the news, I couldn’t handle calling people and explaining it over and over, so I just sent out an email: “Hey guys, I didn’t get the intership. I suck. Thanks for your support…etc etc.” The next morning, I woke up to a voicemail from my dad. As I began to listen, I anticipated him admonishing me for using the word “suck,” because he hates it, but hilariously he said this: “You do NOT suck. You RULE. And listen, I have to say that I’m pretty disappointed in the Met for not accepting you. I mean, I expected them to exercise good judgement and hire on the best people, so they’ve obviously made a big mistake.” Very sweet. I actually sort of laughed, until it all came back to me that I was a big ole loser, and then I flopped back under the covers.

So I’ll just be here in Savannah all summer, taking more classes and doing more waitressing. The one upside is that I will graduate one term earlier than if I had gone away all summer. Oh yeah, and I won’t be paying $1200 a month for an “unairconditioned closet,” as a friend put it. So, two upsides!

Anyway, thanks for all your nice comments and support over these MONTHS I have been waiting to hear back about this stupid thing.