So, you've applied.

You've submitted your personal essays, told the school whatever it is that makes you so interesting, begged teachers for recommendations, logged in to your SAT account (after forgetting your username each time), recorded your GPA. And you've done it. Now you're done. You've done it. You've submitted your application.

Now, what?

Don't pester yourself with that question. It's a question that can drive you insane, inadvertently force you to check your email 10x per day (or hour), and follow you to every class you take. It's a question that may either fill you with a deflated (or inflated) sense of confidence. It's a question that leaves you questioning more than the question; it makes you consider your worth, your appearance on paper, and your weight (both in importance and in GPA) compared to other applicants.

So, don't do it. You've got things to do.

You have other assignments to think about, extracurriculars to prioritize, and friends to enjoy. Classes aren't going to get less busy, sports and clubs won't slow down, and your friends are getting closer to graduation (like you are). Don't waste that time checking your inbox, refreshing the status page, or fretting over the admissions office Twitter feed.

You're done. Breathe.

At this point, it's gone. It's out of your hands (or out of your typing fingertips). You've passed on the responsibility to them; it's their job to evaluate each component of your submission, read your well-crafted essays, and analyze your grades and academic presence. Is their job, not yours; don't make it your job.

Don't obsess over the guessing game.

There isn't a sacred GPA, SAT score, or essay answer that's going to float you in. You've done your part. You've done your job.

And (SPOILER ALERT) the choice might not affect you as much as you think it will anyway.

If you get in, celebrate. If you don't, mope...but only for a moment. Take a little time to be upset; that's totally okay. You can have some time to think through the decision, ponder what your next steps are, or even mentally curse the admissions office or the guy who tweets admissions stats or the table of essay readers who tore your essays apart.

You can have that time. Then you have to move on.

You got this. You'll be fine; don't stress like you do. In a year, when you are walking on campus- the place you will call home- it won't feel so foreign, regardless of whether it's the home you anticipated or not.

You'll be fine. You can do it.

After all... if you manage to convey your entire life, personality, and interests in 650 words or less on CommonApp, you can do anything.