I always wanted to go to Harvard. Before I was even old enough to know what college was, I wanted to go to Harvard. My parents and family seemed to think this was reasonable enough and it was assumed that I would go there and end up doing something good with my life.

But then life and it's crazy sense of humor got in the way and I didn't end up doing a lot of things I always thought I would do, and that's ok. I went to a state college and had a great time with the friends I met there. I learned a lot and became a more well rounded person.

Now, two years after receiving my degree, I've decided to apply to Harvard. Eventually, I will receive a rejection letter. I will take this letter and I will frame it and I will hang it on the wall in my house.

My reason for doing this is because someday I'm going to have kids. I want my kids to grow up in a home that has a framed rejection letter from Harvard on the wall because I think it will teach them a valuable lesson.

Because at least I tried, right?