Quick, quick updates dans ma vie.
I had my University of Chicago interview two weeks ago. . My interviewer (who graduated just last year) also looked like my friend Andrew (SERIOUSLY), who is a first year there right now. I had moments when it felt like I was talking to him. Of course, they are completely different people, but the conversation was still two and a half hours of amusing, thoughtful, and worthwhile conversation (while raving about Chicago).
Model UN conference (hosted by UChicago!) last weekend. We got there on Wednesday. I was in the Social, Humanitarian, and Cultural Committee with the topics of women in conflict areas and migrant workers. We got on the former topic and debated on it through the last day. I'll be concise and say I dominated. I did so much research in that topic because I enjoy being enveloped by human rights as it is. Our school usually doesn't go to awards because we never get them, but apparently this year we did in my committee! I don't know what we got, but it's either Outstanding or Best Delegation (though I'm not sure the latter exists...). They have to mail the award. :D
I'm not going to lie, this week since getting back from the conference has been stressful. I had two math tests back to back yesterday and today, and there has been much getting up at 4:30 to do homework. I had my first Cool Cities meeting last night, though, and I'm feeling really optimistic for these next few months and lowering the city's carbon footprint. It's a lot of planning at the moment, and there is some uncertainty with how quickly the committee is going to be appointed because of a mayoral election soon, but that does not deter my outlook.
I just (as in an hour ago) had my Brown interview. It was the shortest one by far, but my interviewer was extremely friendly and insightful with my interests and thoughts. I really enjoyed the conversation! Unfortunately, we were on a time limit because she had another interviewee waiting after me (one of my classmates, ahaha), but we did clear up a number of my concerns with Brown. Interviews do a good job of selling schools to me.
A few scholarships down, many more to go. Oh! I'm a National Merit Finalist, which is nice. Anyway, I have a wonderful to-do list for this weekend on my dry-erase board right now, and I think I'm going to finally upload my Chicago pictures onto Facebook (see, I do have a life :P).
Showing posts with label interview. Show all posts
Showing posts with label interview. Show all posts
13 February 2009
25 November 2008
twenty days.
So, I vowed never to talk about college admissions again on my poetry blog (unless it was rather significant), and thus the need had to met somehow.
I started a general college process blog with this same name a while ago, but I eventually forgot to update it and veered away from school topics.
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I had my interview on Sunday in an empty Starbucks. I thought I was going to be late, but thankfully everyone on the highway speeds relative to the suggested limit. Oh Mapquest. The delight in proving you wrong.
The interview itself? We neglected to buy drinks and I wasn't able to articulate myself as well as I'd have liked, mais c'est la vie. I enjoyed the entire ordeal, especially finally getting the release of talking about the First Choice openly. More enthusiastic than I've been in a while.
It was the usual questions, but we discussed a variety of things. He gave me more insight on the community there and his own experiences, and I got a majority of my questions answered. The minority that couldn't be answered including how the scene is today and "alllohhmyygosshwillIgetin!" He mentioned Kirkegaard, who is definitely on my philosophy to-read list. Unfortunately, The Community Manifesto and Nicomachean Ethics have been gathering dust since I've started school. I'll have to put the Bible in between the two to keep it in chronological order.
I think the only embarrassing moment was when I discovered I had forgotten the plot to Everything Is Illuminated. If I recall correctly, most of the novel deals with plot sandwiched between Foer's philosophy and humor. At least that's the only reason I truly loved the novel.
My interviewer seemed to be an overall nice, intelligent, and laid back. I kind of wish we had gotten drinks, though. The poor man had a cough.
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Anyway, I've been bracing myself for First Choice rejection. It's the only way I can stop thinking about the decision I will see in twenty days. What are my options if I don't get in? A lot. I will definitely apply to UChicago, UIUC, Columbia, and One That Must Not Be Named. Harvard is really at the bottom of the list and probably will be stricken. MIT is a possibility, but it's not a perfect fit for me and I know it.
Ahh, the First Choice fits. It just fits.
I wrote a rather lengthy blog post on why a while ago, so I won't repeat myself any more.
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It's almost Thanksgiving, and I'm particularly thankful with how unintrusive my parents have been in the past few months of my life. I don't think I would have been able to get anything done if they had transformed into the nagging, hyperinsecure perfectionist hawks that I know some parents become.
These next six days will be a major balancing act of work and play. My whiteboard is filled with things to do and my schedule is filled with people whom I adore. Excellent.
My French teacher mentioned that that state of your living space is a reflection of the state of your life. I think I read a similar article about that sometime in the past, right before I read a piece on why disorganization encourages higher cognitive skills. I suppose the two ideas can go hand in hand--an intelligent person with an extraordinary amount of work to do will not be spending time on the "small things," and will probably have the mental capacity to remember generally where wanted items are.
This is why it drives me crazy when my mother cleans my room randomly, even though it's such a pleasant gesture. She's obsessed with order and frequently comments on my whirlwind of a room (composed of only three things: books, papers, and clothes), so when it comes time for me to do something I can't find what I need. Ah, irony.
I started a general college process blog with this same name a while ago, but I eventually forgot to update it and veered away from school topics.
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I had my interview on Sunday in an empty Starbucks. I thought I was going to be late, but thankfully everyone on the highway speeds relative to the suggested limit. Oh Mapquest. The delight in proving you wrong.
The interview itself? We neglected to buy drinks and I wasn't able to articulate myself as well as I'd have liked, mais c'est la vie. I enjoyed the entire ordeal, especially finally getting the release of talking about the First Choice openly. More enthusiastic than I've been in a while.
It was the usual questions, but we discussed a variety of things. He gave me more insight on the community there and his own experiences, and I got a majority of my questions answered. The minority that couldn't be answered including how the scene is today and "alllohhmyygosshwillIgetin!" He mentioned Kirkegaard, who is definitely on my philosophy to-read list. Unfortunately, The Community Manifesto and Nicomachean Ethics have been gathering dust since I've started school. I'll have to put the Bible in between the two to keep it in chronological order.
I think the only embarrassing moment was when I discovered I had forgotten the plot to Everything Is Illuminated. If I recall correctly, most of the novel deals with plot sandwiched between Foer's philosophy and humor. At least that's the only reason I truly loved the novel.
My interviewer seemed to be an overall nice, intelligent, and laid back. I kind of wish we had gotten drinks, though. The poor man had a cough.
_____________________
Anyway, I've been bracing myself for First Choice rejection. It's the only way I can stop thinking about the decision I will see in twenty days. What are my options if I don't get in? A lot. I will definitely apply to UChicago, UIUC, Columbia, and One That Must Not Be Named. Harvard is really at the bottom of the list and probably will be stricken. MIT is a possibility, but it's not a perfect fit for me and I know it.
Ahh, the First Choice fits. It just fits.
I wrote a rather lengthy blog post on why a while ago, so I won't repeat myself any more.
_____________________
It's almost Thanksgiving, and I'm particularly thankful with how unintrusive my parents have been in the past few months of my life. I don't think I would have been able to get anything done if they had transformed into the nagging, hyperinsecure perfectionist hawks that I know some parents become.
These next six days will be a major balancing act of work and play. My whiteboard is filled with things to do and my schedule is filled with people whom I adore. Excellent.
My French teacher mentioned that that state of your living space is a reflection of the state of your life. I think I read a similar article about that sometime in the past, right before I read a piece on why disorganization encourages higher cognitive skills. I suppose the two ideas can go hand in hand--an intelligent person with an extraordinary amount of work to do will not be spending time on the "small things," and will probably have the mental capacity to remember generally where wanted items are.
This is why it drives me crazy when my mother cleans my room randomly, even though it's such a pleasant gesture. She's obsessed with order and frequently comments on my whirlwind of a room (composed of only three things: books, papers, and clothes), so when it comes time for me to do something I can't find what I need. Ah, irony.
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