Foreshadow of Rejection?

Today, I recieved a letter from New York University, my top choice, dream school that I will most likely not go to. I was so excited when I got it. Stupidly, I left it, unguarded and vulnerable, on the coffee table. Of course, when my father comes home, he decides to rip it up and recycle my precious letter. I return to the coffee table three hours after I abandonded and neglected it to find it missing. Franticly, I search, papers and newspapers flying everywhere, for my treasured possesion. My dad stays he probably threw it away already. Off to the recycling bin I go to find it torn into pieces; even the envelope has been torn in half. I almost cry.

Retrieving the pieces of my dream, I can't help but wonder if this is a sign. Of all the college brochures and letters that were sitting on the coffee table, my dad has to dismember the sole letter that I wanted to keep forever. A message from God? Perhaps...