When she was a junior in high school, when everyone was sending out college applications, she knew all she wanted to do was design. Teachers always taught them to apply to as many colleges as possible. She only applied to one; it was The Fashion Institute of Technology in Manhattan. It didn't concern her that there was a chance she would not get accepted and she didn't have a back up plan.
So, after months of anticipating the acceptance letter, she received the rejection letter. She went to the school to see if she could talk to the dean of fashion design. There was nothing he could do to admit her that semester, but he recommended she would take courses at the school to build her portfolio.
After a couple of courses her drawing had improved dramatically. She put together a new and improved portfolio and submitted it the next semester.
She continued her courses at F.I.T. and anticipated that acceptance letter once again. She wasn't sure if she could take another rejection. If she didn't get accepted this time she might have given up. Her family kept reminding her and asking what if she doesn't get accepted this time? She did not know.