I fail at life

So... I failed to be admitted to my first-choice university. Just thought you all should know. (It's Barnard, if it matters to anyone.) Which is really okay with me--you don't have to be sympathetic, in other words--since it was only my first choice because it was the most competitive place I was applying to and thus applying "Early Decision" would have been the only possible way I could have gotten in. Which I still didn't. But oh well, it's more of an affront to my pride than anything else. (At least if I were being rejected in March or April I could expect a letter of admission from *somewhere* any day now. As it is, I have a couple of months of officially being considered a failure--it's how they do things here, you know.) 

...That said though, I'm always pissed off when I go to New York anyway, because the lack of leftists there is even more conspicuous than in the rest of the US considering that New York is known for being a "left-wing" city (like everywhere else in the US, they're all neoliberals of one kind or another, or as a book I read recently terms them, Conservatives--that would be the party otherwise known as Democrats--and Reactionaries--that is, the so-called Republicans)... Considering this, I'm not entirely sure why I wanted to spend the next four years there. At least there are some universities elsewhere in the US (and in the world!) where I could go that don't have so hypocritical a political culture. Did I mention that I'm paranoid enough to think that my political views have something to do with my rejection? >__>