A few words for those of you who are smarting from a rejection letter:
I sympathize. I was rejected from my first choice as well. I still remember the awful feeling that tore through me when I received the little envelope from Pomona, a weird mixture of disappointment, frustration, fear, anger, and, at the core, doubt. For a split second, I saw myself in a new light - not as a good student, a good person, a good sibling or friend, but as a reject. I felt, as Janhvi put it, inadequate.
Then I brushed it off, and looked for another school.
Pomona's rejection turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me. I can say with a great deal of confidence that you never would have met me if I had attended that college; I wouldn't be living in Southern California, and I probably wouldn't have tried to become a teacher. Occidental gave me opportunities to grow that Pomona couldn't offer, and I'm better off for it.
A rejection letter isn't the end of the world; it doesn't even mean you're flawed.
Here's another anecdote: My big sister - who I respect more than almost anyone else in the world, and remains just about the most intelligent person I ever met - was rejected by Harvard when she applied during her senior year. She took a year off, applied again, and was rejected again. She's now completing her doctorate at UCSF - an elite medical school.
Harvard clearly had its reasons for rejecting her, just as Pomona College had its reasons for rejecting me. But I think we're both doing okay for ourselves.
Again, it isn't the end of the world; it doesn't even mean you're flawed.
And if you're my student, I still think the world of you.
So keep your head and spirits up; after all, the future's still waiting.