<p>^ me too. Sent last Sunday. Not sure if I did it right lol</p>
<p>I am going to send you my common app essay 
also… on common app it says a minimum of 250 but no maximum so do you think 640 is okay?</p>
<p>Can you send me a private message when your inbox isn’t full? Thanks.</p>
<p>No pressure anomaly, but early applications are due next Monday. Maybe you could read those peoples’ first. Thanks :D</p>
<p>Hi An0maly,
I just submitted my common app essay. Thanks you so much for offering your services!</p>
<p>^^ Umm weren’t they due Nov 1st?</p>
<p>^Some. Mine is due on the 15th, along with several other liberal arts colleges.</p>
<p>can you let us know when your inbox will not be full? i hate constantly looking, but i have an essay due the 15th that i would like you to look at. thanks for everything</p>
<p>^ I second the 15th thing. But I think by the time he/she writes that his/her inbox is empty, you won’t be online and when you finally read his/her post, it’ll be full again lol.</p>
<p>Has anyone heard from An0maly lately?</p>
<p>^He logs on every day, but you have to understand that he’s a busy guy. He has to balance his academics (pretty tough, considering where he goes to school) with a horde of high school seniors who all want their essays evaluated.</p>
<p>Oh I understand. I just wanted to check in to see if anyone else has heard from him in the case that my pm never got through.</p>
<p>email address?</p>
<p>Hi, I was going to pm An0maly my essays but this error occurred:
“An0maly has chosen not to receive private messages or may not be allowed to receive private messages. Therefore you may not send your message to him/her.”</p>
<p>Has he decided to stop reading essays?</p>
<p>where is he?</p>
<p>I think he got sick of doing these. I mean come on, he’s a student at Yale and we’re high school kids, he must be 2 times busier than us. We just have to find others to read essays.</p>
<p>Thank you so much. i welcome your feedback</p>
<p>My World
The corpses emerging from the ground raised the hairs on my neck. A sinister chorus suppressed my thoughts. The oppressive darkness strained my eyes as I attempted to look ahead. Glowing faces and luminescent skulls floated around me as I stumbled along the narrow, foggy, dark corridor. Eerie glowing spider web covered the walls around me. As I turned the corner, the thing jumped at me, while erratic lights made it difficult to see. I heard screams emanating from all around me; I was satisfied.
My world has allowed me to create a haunted house in front of our house for the last four years. My mom raised me on her own, and has tried to introduce me to many men as role models throughout my life. These men have come through Scouts, Youth Group, family and friends. From these men, They showed me how to navigate through mountains, to tie knots, to ride my first bike, and to build houses in Mexico. They have offered me chances to shadow them as architects and electrical engineers, and stoked my interest in physics. Mr. DeMille showed me his haunted house at the Petaluma Pumpkin Patch. He taught me to engage all 5 senses, and unleash my creativity for a truly terrifying experience. I wanted one.
For my entire life, I have loved to create things. I would buy LEGO sets and build them, completely disregarding the directions. When I finished, I would rip them apart and begin something new. In elementary school I taught myself origami and enjoyed painting ceramics at a local store called We Create. During the lacrosse season I would string and restring my head, and for the cross country season, I created my own handheld water bottle out of a short length of rope and a Gatorade bottle. At scout camps I would carve designs into sticks, and create ultra-light stoves out of soda cans and cat food cans. At home I would doodle and draw. For several years I involved myself in band, for the creation of awesome music. Since my sophomore year, I have been taking AutoCAD classes and I recently repaired my XBOX 360 from an online tutorial rather than send it in to Microsoft for a new one. In my freshman year, I decided to expand my scope with my Haunted House.
I built many things when I was younger, but they were small and only for my own pleasure. With Mr. DeMilles generosity, he inspired me to create something larger for the community to appreciate. Now, our house is a destination to go to on Halloween, where people often come back for seconds and others act as living props inside. As the screams punctuate the night, I am proud to be a member of my community.</p>
<p>here’s the other one. thanks</p>
<p>Not Safe
As I hung in midair, the rope in my hand felt as insubstantial as a as my back scraped against the invisible wall, 160 feet above the ground. Water dripped all around me. If my hands failed for a moment, I knew I would fall. My sweaty palms chafed in the rubber garden gloves, which constantly got caught in the harness. I was out of my element.
Typically I play it safe and predictable. I keep all my papers in their respective folders, my assignments always turned in on time. I arrive to cross-country and lacrosse immediately after school gets out and notify the coaches if I will not make it on time. I know where I am comfortable and where I am not. I dont like heights or high speeds and try to avoid anything potentially hazardous or fatal. So much order my life has allowed me to be successful in school and still have time for Scouts and sports. Yet, such orderliness can be emotionally draining, and make life feel overly routine. So I have learned to spice things up with the Scout trips.
The trip to Moaning Caverns, with a160-foot rappel, gave me a perfect opportunity to jump out of my typical character. The cave entry challenged my sense of safety with a 160-foot rappel. In addition to the cave, the property included an extensive zip line. The first day, I went on the zip lines and got a quarter mile of high-altitude, high-speed adrenaline rush for the first time. I thought it would be terrifying. I was wrong. As the wind whipped past my glasses and blurred my vision with tears, the cable whining in my ears, I could only think about gripping the webbing straps of the harness. I only really realized how exhilarating was once I landed. The adrenaline threw my coordination off. I envied the other Scouts whose parents had paid for more zip line rides.
The next day we tackled the cave. The very idea of spelunking wracked my nerves. As I went down the rappel, I could not stop thinking about everything that could go wrong. When I reached the bottom after an eternity, the adrenaline got to my coordination again. Our guide led spelunking through the smaller caves; which had graphic names such as the Meat Grinder, the Pancake Squeeze, and Godzillas Nostril, I emerged into the main cave, dirty, sweaty and tired, but immensely satisfied.
I typically avoid risks and venturing outside my comfort zone. However, this trip opened my view to the possibilities of more adventures and bigger risks. The following summer, I went whitewater rafting on class 4 rapids on the American River for the first time. I overcame my nervousness and just had fun.
Some people can leap without looking. I am not one of those people, but since I started with this one risk, with one leap into the abyss, I have learned the value of a gamble. It is not the resulting win or loss, it is the thrill of uncertainty.</p>
<p>Ooh, you aren’t supposed to post essays in this thread…bad idea…</p>
<p>Hello An0maly,</p>
<p>Thanks so much for your help on my Yale essay a few months ago; your advice has been invaluable to me. I was wondering if you would by any chance be able to look over my Harvard supplement, if you’re not too busy of course. There’s no rush at all, but it’ll be really nice if we could work on it sometime before December 1st. Please pm me back as soon as possible.</p>
<p>Thanks again, and I wish you and your family a happy Thanksgiving!</p>
<p>-Jayster</p>