<p>It is 3.2 now but a couple of years ago it was a 3.0, I believe.</p>
<p>I hate to burst any bubbles, the UT admission to engineering is just a tiny part of your trials. </p>
<p>UT engineering weeds out a large percentage, and a really frightening percentage (around 40%) of women. Could someone schedule some light on a culture that sends the women flying out the door? </p>
<p>Check out the ASEE database on class numbers.</p>
<p>^^^ Do you know what percentage of men get weeded out?</p>
<p>I went there when there weren’t that many women at all (80-86), and never had any trouble. The students and profs were great. Has anything changed?</p>
<p>i applied for cockrel but got in for undergrad studies</p>
<p>Toadstool, I think things have changed since your bad experience. UT has a very active and nurturing Women in Engineering Program. [Women</a> in Engineering Program (WEP) at UT Austin](<a href=“Custom 404 page”>Custom 404 page).
The school of engineering has also opened tutoring/advising centers in Kinsolving and Jester. In addition to the regular engineering FIGs, there are several just for the girls. My senior D is in Communications, but her engineer friends’ positive experiences are a big part of why my S has chosen to be in Cockrell in the fall. They seem to be a very tight knit group who embrace their geekiness and help each other succeed.</p>
<p>In-state and accepted! Extremely shocked when I found out. I seriously thought I was going to get denied just based on my rank and low grades from freshman year. I didn’t do so hot freshman year, (my rank suffered and everything!) but then I started improving sophomore year and continued to do so. </p>
<p>Academics: Some GT, some reg, four APs.
Class Rank: 54/181 Top 30%ish
ACT: 24
AP Exams:
English Language AP - 3
English Literature- Not taken yet
Human Geography- Not taken yet
Art 2D- Not taken yet
Extracurricular Activities: Editor-in-chief of yearbook, co founder and vice president of Students for Humanity, president of National Art Honor Society, secretary of Christian Fellowship, prom committee, Quill and Scroll Society
Volunteering: Mostly at this elementary school as a teacher aide, Race for the Cure, volunteer judge at speech tournament, tour guide at fish camp
Essays: Strong. Essay #1 was about father’s death. Essay #2 was about society’s mannerisms when it comes to simple courtesy such as door holding (made it upbeat and funny).</p>
<p>Congrats Ml4!! My daughter is also going to the “editor in chief” of her yearbook next year…she has been on staff and editing for the last 2 years…I hope that will help her out… she is a junior now and in the top 25%. We don’t have her test scores yet…this gives us hope!</p>
<p>^…and ESSAYS, to be honest that/ along with my amazing ECs, CS, and LORs is what got me in.</p>
<p>@user3725,
stop bein so bitter. in a few months u’ll be at some other college, and all this won’t even matter anymore.</p>
<p>@user3725, perhaps you should have looked at the admissions criteria before you applied.</p>
<p>ECs and essays are EQUAL to academic standards in determining whether you get in to UT. To be more specific, they are graded on two seperate axes and placed onto a graph. I believe that academics tend to matter a bit more than ECs/essays, but you will not get in with an excess of one and a lack of the other. At UT, an excess of academics demands hat you are in the top ten percent, otherwise you’ve really not even done that great of a job focusing on academics.</p>
<p>And I stand by what I said on Texas A&M. Say what you will, but the school does not have a good reputation outside of Texas. That is NOT to say that it isn’t a good school. It’s the second best public school in the state, and within Texas it will do as much for you as a Texas diploma, and probably more for you than a Rice degree will. But nationally it just does not have the pull of a Rice or Texas degree. You can disagree, but it’s simply provincial and wishful thinking. I do respect your right to disagree with me, however.</p>
<p>you don’t know what you are talking about
you have a very factitious view of UT</p>
<p>I got rejected</p>
<p>Look, I find myself a strong intellectual. I held a job working 35 hours a week to help support my family (hence my 40% GPA), but I am not stupid. And, of course, some of that was due to wasted time on websites like this one (aka procrastination.) My scores are strong-ish (670/670/660 and 29 ACT), and I am killing myself with 6 APs this year. They took me. But they did NOT take me over you. They just didn’t take you. </p>
<p>Not to say that the top 10% rule is a GOOD thing because it isn’t. But, you are being hypocritical. You hate that they use a person’s 10% ranking solidifies their entrance, but then want to be admitted based on test scores about other’s with lower test scores. It’s about the well rounded individual. </p>
<p>This is my first essay: Y’all can read it or not read it, but I think this really helped my admittance into The University of Texas. I think I made it compelling, with out being overly boo-hooy (I cut out names/changed names for…well…privacy…aside from mine…because…it’s the hook and tie of my story…I’m Catherine. =])</p>
<p>The Greats</p>
<pre><code>Catherine, was named after Catherine the Great, Tsarina of Russia, by mother Jennifer Hill.
At thirty-four, my mother had two masters, a well-to-do husband, resplendent green eyes, and me. From a life so beautiful on the surface, clandestine tales emitted slowly. She tightened a noose of unconditional hope and immense love for years, praying to keep the toxins filtering through our home shadowed. She was scared—terrified. And for that, I love her. For all of it, she is everything to me.
At forty-one, my father owned his own business, had a stunning wife, and slate black hair. From a life so beautiful on the surface, clandestine tales emitted slowly. He tightened a noose of flasks with vitriolic scents and bags with foreign substances for years, praying to keep the addictions coursing through his veins furtive. He was selfish—audacious. And for that, I hate him. For all of it, he is nothing more than twenty-three chromosomes to me.
My lily-white naivety was limited only to the paramount qualities in my parents. The banal “daddy’s little girl” lived in only awe of her father. Rarely letting me win tickle matches, I giggled in his presence. He went on ‘business trips’ for weeks on end, and I missed him.
“I could not have handled the truth,” my mother would later say.
Granted, I was only four; I did not know big words like alcohol and cocaine, only small ones like dolls and rain.
It was not until I turned ten that I learned the events which kept my house secretly divided.
The epiphany came one bitter winter evening. My father was to retrieve me at six o’clock for a “daddy, daughter” weekend. Six came and went, and I waited as patient as turtle drifting with the sea.
I waited…
And waited…
And waited just a while longer…
I peered out the window countless times. An empty street, like those of ghost towns in old Western movies, was always my view. I fell asleep to the soft melody of Christmas music and the faint stroke of my mother’s hand upon my back for comfort.
The next morning, my mom knew it was time. Time for truth. Time to “cut the crap.” Time to cut that noose. The last grain of sand had fallen.
Sitting her prepubescent child down, she questioned:
“Honey, do you know what addiction means?”
“Uhh….Additions?”
Reticent tears cascaded down her already reddened face.
“No Sweetie, addiction. It’s when someone is really, really sick. Your daddy is really, really sick.”
Not yet eleven, I learned the “germs” of his disease—alcohol and crack cocaine—and of his treatment. Incarceration due to a drug felony. Just fifteen, I learned that my mother went through bankruptcy due to my father’s illness.
Today, I dwell in the halls of high school’s petty theatrics. I, a frequent histrionic, stomp home with complaints of trivial dilemmas. My mother never ceases to remind me that, “There’s only one ‘fair’ in this world, and you have to PAY to get in!”
Her early motherhood was by no means fair. Simply written, hardly lived. She strove over giant hurdles to keep me in an excellent education system. For this, I admire her. In an attempt never to see my mother cry silently, ever again, I stay away from all things deleterious—including him. Her strength though all of these secrets amazes me.
I was named by Jennifer the Great, Tsarina of my life.
</code></pre>
<p>I think it’s funny that some of you think that intelligence, scores, and rank are the sole factors college admissions teams take into account. God forbid they actually read well-written essays, admit kids with talent other than pure intellect, or take EC’s into regard in order to see if a student is well-rounded!</p>
<p>Good luck in the real world :]</p>
<p>that essay was beautiful. I think you would be a great addition to the UT family!</p>
<p>I appreciate the compliment (Though reading it with out indentions is kind of irksome! Sorry!) </p>
<p>I just am tired of people thinking that admission is solely granted off of numbers. For this reason, I wrote all three essays, A B and C. That was my A essay. B was about the Robin Hood plan and C was about working through high school. Instead of purely numbers, I filled my application with words.</p>
<p>catherine… you totally deserve to be in with that essay! it is well written and a person actually enjoys reading it! well done, and congrats :)</p>
<p>Cathrine, your essay was wonderful. Loved it!
I laugh at the reference to fair… My saying for my daughter your age is " Fair is a place you take a pig to win a ribbon."</p>
<p>cynic_olives</p>
<p>I really liked your essay! Congratulations on your acceptance to UT. Hook 'em Horns!</p>
<p>Gig em aggies!</p>