This week has been incredibly emotional so far.
The day of the match included celebrations, crying, disappointment, drinking, dancing, hugging, crying and screaming.
Did I mention the crying?
It's hard when you are a type A personality who is used to having everything that you've worked for given to you to suddenly be given your second, third or 39th choice. Or even worse, to not get any of your choices.
Your world suddenly falls apart. Things you thought were true are no longer true. The beautiful bubble of perfection you have been living in pops and everything comes crashing down.
For some of us, the crash was largely in our heads. There was little really wrong with what we have matched to, it just wasn't our first choice.
For others, it meant taking a position provinces away from their partners or not matching at all.
It's been difficult for some members of the class who matched to their number one spot. They want to jump up and down and scream and laugh and be happy all the time. But they feel constrained by their love of our class and not wanting to hurt anyone who is less happy.
It seems unfair that their joy needs to be constrained.
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