This one time at band camp, I broke my pinky. I tried to play on four string acoustic guitar, but I ended up playing two octaves too low. It was a terrible attempt, sad and pitiful, and I was unaware of the meaning of this until now.
And so, three years later, I am now just coming to terms with the concept of having been so completely and utterly wrong when I decided to apply to college.
I am so sorry.