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On the day of the Winter Solstice I received an email from a highly regarded college welcoming me to their community. I was shocked and extremely happy. I had applied to study for a Master's degree and was scared I wouldn’t get in. I immediately checked my application status and it turned out I was rejected.
The problems of 2022: the simple error of adding someone to a mailing list without checking their relevance.
Shock turned to disappointment. Disappointment turned to self criticism. I will never prove these voices wrong.
As usual, my escape route was art. I started drawing. I remembered Dall-E. I started playing with it. I had some pieces I liked. I remembered ChatGPT. Some people made fun of its attempts to write poems. It was exactly what I needed. A shabby poem for each piece. I might as well embrace my basicness. I worked with it to convert my feelings into a short description about my little struggle of the day.
