
Four rejections. Two of them came after I had already sat in front of the panel, answered every question, and walked out thinking that one went well.
Chevening. DAAD. Two university-specific awards. Different names, same envelope, same silence about why.
I was 25, a graduate, working a job that paid almost nothing while I reapplied in the evenings. And the thing that broke me wasn't the rejection itself. It was realizing that "smart enough" clearly wasn't the thing they were testing for — and nobody would tell me what was.