This sucks!

I got my third rejection letter today. I won't be going to Northwestern. Damn them. I'm feeling especially low because a female composer who studied with Larry Bell and graduated from Boston conservatory the year before I did is getting her doctorate there. The real kick in the pants is that she graduated with a bachelors, not a masters. So tell me, why did they reject me? Grrrrrr.
[Edit: This is certainly not to suggest that I in any way begrudge this fellow composer her place at Northwestern, or that I feel she doesn't deserve it. She is a very intelligent, cool person, and she writes great music. She absolutely should be there.]
That leaves Peabody. Of course, after three rejection letters I'm having trouble dredging up even a single grain of optimism. I should know by the beginning of next week, but I don't feel any sense of relief or even hope. No, I feel more like I've got the sword of some greek guy hanging over my head.
Tonight is going to be a long night of sulking and eating chocolate.