College Admissions - Page 9

On March 31 2006 09:15 WhatisProtoss wrote:


허허.... 뭐야 이거.... >_>
너무 생각하지 말고, 열심히 공부하고 있어요.

If you need help, I can try to help. -_-;;

On April 01 2006 11:28 Locked wrote:
fuckk

edit: i had 800 math, 790 verbal, 700+ on my SAT IIs (i didn't study for any SATs, but i guess i should've)
~8 AP classes (4s and 5s on the exams), various extra curriculars (but no big pull ), ~3.8 GPA, some college courses (including multivariable + differential equations)

Getting high SAT scores tell the admissions officers one thing: "This kid sure studied a lot for this one exam. He/her must have sacrificed a lot of time for this one exam alone..."

On March 31 2006 08:28 Hot_Bid wrote:
exalted we are all waiting, where did you get in

and will your secretary get a bonus for sending out all those "sorry university, i will not be attending you" letters?

On April 02 2006 01:12 Klogon wrote:
I took hella risks on my Stanford essays... here they are with prompts and typos included... I still got rejected but any information helps I guess: (the first one I reused, with minor changes, at HYP, too)

Sharing intellectual interests is an important aspect of university life. Describe an idea or experience that you find intellectually exciting, and explain why.

Human stupidity is definitely the most interesting topic of discussion. Sure, unraveling the mystery of black holes, programming an unbeatable chess supercomputer, and crafting the perfect cheesecake are indeed all fascinating endeavors, but who can deny the irresistible allure of deciphering the baffling conundrum of human stupidity? I do not mean to be arrogant or condescending, but surely everybody can agree that the men who played Russian roulette with a .45-caliber semi-automatic pistol which, unlike a revolver, always loads a bullet when cocked, were not the best that humanity has to offer (Darwin Awards 2000). And just the other day, I saw my friend’s neighbors throw flaming gasoline-soaked snowballs at each other. Whoever got hit would catch fire and have to roll around in the snow to extinguish the flames. One porky fellow’s beard caught fire, and by the time he managed to put out the fire, his beard was nothing more than smoldering ash. Now, the sheer awesomeness of the stupidity in that game of dodge ball is indisputably hilarious. One can only discuss the paradox of “the chicken or the egg” so many times, but one will never tired of analyzing the complexity of human stupidity. The actions of certain people never cease to amaze.

So the question remains: what drives these normally rational people into participating in ludicrous behavior? What is the catalyst to this lunacy? After many agonizing years of intense research and observation, I am certain that I have found the answer that has eluded psychologists for centuries: alcohol.

Write a note to your future roommate relating a personal experience that reveals something about you.

Normally before a tourist enters a foreign land, the tour guide tells the tourist the basic culturally norms. If a friend were traveling to Korea, I would advise him to take off his shoes when going into a house, learn to use chopsticks, etc. Unfortunately, my travel agency failed to inform me of several vital facts about China.

So the setting is Beijing International Airport. I, suffering from food poisoning from the previous night’s dinner, rush into the nearest bathroom in the terminal. I go straight to business: lock, drop, and dump. After relieving my aching bowels, I look around and find to my dismay that there is not roll of toilet paper in sight.

I panic. Seriously, what is one supposed to do without toilet paper? But after the idea sinks in, I laugh at myself. Just think about it. I am stuck 20 minutes before my flight leaves in an airport bathroom stall dripping liquid feces and unable to communicate.

Suddenly, salvation arrives in the form of a deep Australian accent (or so I thought). I hear an Aussie talking on a cell phone at a nearby urinal. I call out for help, only to have the man silently walk out on me thinking a lunatic was in the stall.

Now with my resources exhausted, I do the only thing a man can do: I use the dirty toilet paper in the trashcan behind the toilet. Now that is not as fun as it sounds. Trust me.

So listen up, Roomie, just remember the Lesson of the Day: Thou shall never take thy Charmin Ultra Double Roll for granted.

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I read it again sometimes and I feel that the 250 word limit really cut down on my story telling ability (had to cut out sooo much to make it fit) and... many typos. w/e.

On April 02 2006 03:40 exalted wrote:


Heh, got rejected from Harvard Columbia Dartmouth. The rest (Brown Emory BC) are unfortunately being processed as transfer apps, which means I'll be in a stronger and more selective pool. It may be a blessing in disguise, but I"m pissed as shit.