<p>First off, I'd like to thank all of the parents of College Confidential. I was scanning through all of the RD decisions in the Parents' RD post and saw my name on there. I was thinking to myself, "My mom posts on CC?" Then I realized I was added as a "e-child." I'm very grateful, and humbled. I feel as if I am indebted to every one of the parents here for such wonderful advice and the support that I know I would be hard-pressed to find elsewhere. </p>
<p>I must admit, my pre-HS background isn't pretty. I was a pretty lousy student in middle school, I think my GPA floated somewhere around 1.7-2.2 in middle school. But that was middle school. I kicked myself in the butt and told myself I had to shape up, and I saw high school as a sort of a second chance. </p>
<p>And I tried, to the best of my ability, to shape up. I studied for all of my classes. I took college classes at night in order to keep my scholastics at tip-top shape. But I'm not perfect.. (no one is..) I made the mistake of burning myself out too fast and stopped taking college classes late-2004. (I started early-2002.) I kept myself on Honor Roll all four years of high school and with the exception of my first semester in HS, I kept my GPA floating above 3.5. </p>
<p>Oddly enough, college wasn't on my mind until shortly before I joined CC.</p>
<p>A long time ago (okay, just last year), I somehow stumbled on the website known as College Confidential while doing my college search. A friend of mine handed me a copy of the Yale Insider's Guide to Colleges, and I immediately was intrigued. I had just taken my first SAT in May, and was avidly looking at colleges and universities all over the U.S.</p>
<p>It was then that reality set in -- as I began to view the threads on CC, I immediately became depressed. I saw "what it took" for my dream school, Georgetown. It was a month after decision time, but I looked at past threads, and saw students with 14, 15, and even 1600s being turned away and accepted to Georgetown. But naive as I was, I promised myself I'd make myself the "different" applicant, and that I'd be unique. </p>
<p>I learned later on that although the minute details of my "profile" -- the components which would make me a viable candidate for college -- were different, I was just like every other applicant. I was full of hope, and assured that I would get into my first choice. </p>
<p>I saw my first SAT I score -- 1320. I thought, hey, it's an all right score, but I logged on College Confidential and hit a depressing slump. What I thought was an above-average 1320 quickly turned into a morale-killing, below-average score. That was then.. I'm not so quick to jump to these sort of thoughts anymore. Anytime I see a higher SAT score, I think to myself, "They prepared more than I did." Which was probably true.. I was too deeply involved with my extracurriculars and such to try to study for the SATs.</p>
<p>As soon as Georgetown's application was e-mailed to me mid-May, I went straight to work. However, it took me five months to ** finish ** the application, and even at the last minute, I was disappointed with the essays, redoing one 30 minutes prior to sending the package via Express Mail to Georgetown. On the same note, I had a sort of "tunnel-vision" that prevented me from seeing that there were other colleges out there. I regret this, as I should have paid more attention to my application to other colleges and universities.</p>
<p>One thing I regret is applying to too many safeties. I applied to most of my state universities (not the University of California, but the Cal States) -- I needed some form of safety net. I also applied to Purdue and Auburn -- two fantastic universities that were my safeties, but the prospects of me actually attending were slim. </p>
<p>Going off on a tangent here. Come October, I received my first "major" acceptance -- the University of Michigan at Ann Arbor had just accepted me. I thought to myself, "At least you have a good school to go to just in case no one else takes you in." I was still waiting for Georgetown though. I spent months reviewing and revising essays with my teachers and my guidance counselor in order to have it "perfect." I highlighted my best points -- my interest in international politics, my personal connection to a current international event (NK/SK relations) and my desire to serve. </p>
<p>School aside, it was a really tumultuous time for me personally. I got together with my (now) ex-girlfriend in June, and broke up in August. She'd been on my mind for quite a while, and so my priorities became skewed. I also had ROTC; we had major inspections and competitions coming up. Suddenly, I had a little too much on my plate. </p>
<p>December came around. During the nice, frosty month of November (while I was at Bowdoin, no less) I made a telephone call to my then-girlfriend, now-ex-girlfriend, and we made up over the phone.. (nothing like the chilly 0 degree Maine weather to rekindle a warm relationship.. my cell phone wouldn't work inside..) .. So here I was, visiting my then-girlfriend at her school, when suddenly the call came from my mom. "The envelope from Georgetown is here." Oh boy, I rushed home, went to the foyer where we leave all of our mail, quickly opened the letter and read the words of deferral. My heart had sunk to depths unknown; I felt ** horrible. ** I wrote a heartfelt letter in an attempt to try and reverse the deferral, but I kept my chances close at heart..</p>
<p>Christmas drew near, and I wasn't completely without hope. Notre Dame had accepted me! So there was something to celebrate about! It was great! Of course, Korean parents aren't well acquainted with the reputation of ND and UM, but of course I was one to quickly acquaint them with it. Then came the acceptance from Case Western, and the start of the new semester. During my vacation, my mom told me to go on over-drive and apply to the colleges she wanted me to apply to -- the Ivies, etc. To be honest, I wouldn't have been as happy at the Ivies as I would have at Georgetown.</p>
<p>It was this pressure from my parents that had me apply to a variety of colleges. I had my reasons for applying to each one; I didn't randomly pick off of USNWR rankings. Still, it seemed as if my choices were wildly erratic. Despite taking heat from a few people (some from CC) I kept going.</p>
<p>To be honest, I don't know how I survived. It was a lot of work, but in the end, I wouldn't trade the experience for the world. I know for next time (is there ever a next time) not to make the same mistakes again. </p>
<p>It was now February, and I had broken up with my then-girlfriend again. She ditched me in the middle of a JROTC version of Prom, and so I just went into a slump again. Mid-month, however, I received a letter from Vanderbilt. I remember thinking to myself, "Oh great, they rejected me this early? Naah. It's probably the university asking for some supplementary materials." I opened the letter, it was an invitation to the college's MOSAIC program and an early-write! Oh man, was I excited. </p>
<p>I couldn't go, unfortunately, the MOSAIC program conflicted with an encampment for JROTC. February and March passed on uneventfully, except with one occasion where Professor Anthony Lake from GU SFS came down to give an address on the Silent National Security Threats. He was a great speaker! I mean, incredible! Talking about swallowing duck feet in a Chinese state dinner for "the good of the country" while Dean Gallucci tried to hide his duck feet inside a napkin -- now * that * is a good professor. I have a copy of the transcript of the session, if anyone wants to see the full joke. :P...</p>
<p>It was mid-March. I was preparing for my encampment, when I saw a huge envelope from Williams. The cover read: "Likelihood this big purple folder means what you think it does: 100%." Williams gave me an early-write, which I found amazing, considering my less-than-extraordinary profile. </p>
<p>Still, Georgetown was on my mind.</p>