Accepted, But Never Enough

I remember opening the acceptance letter, the one everyone said would change everything. I thought I’d finally feel like I belonged somewhere, like all the late nights and empty coffee cups meant something. But the first week, I realized most of us were just trophies—proof the school could attract the already-polished, not make us better. Every class felt like a performance. I started measuring myself against people who’d been groomed for this since birth. The pressure wasn’t to learn, but to keep up the illusion that I deserved to be here. Sometimes I wonder if I’d be happier if I’d never gotten in. I’m still paying for it, in more ways than one. #CollegeReality #ImposterSyndrome #AcademicPressure #Education