<p>HOLY MOTHERS I JUST GOT INTO MIT.</p>
<p>Thanks for keeping everyone updated, Judith. ;)</p>
<p>Stats:[ul]
[<em>]SAT: 2360 (800 M, 800 W, 760 CR)
[</em>]SAT II: 770 Math II, 800 Bio
[<em>]ACT: 35
[</em>]GPA: 4.588 W, 3.99 UW
[<em>]Rank: 1/183
[</em>]Other Tests (AMC, AP, IB): 2 4s and 3 5s
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Subjective[ul]
[<em>]Essays: Awesome. Also, I submitted a supplemental one about how much I wanted to go to MIT.
[</em>]Teacher Recs: One super-amazing-fantastic, the other just awesome
[<em>]Counselor Rec: Super-amazing-fantastic
[</em>]Supplementary Material: Research Abstract, a boggle scorecard (the only words I won on- actin, ides, and uber. Is it any wonder I want to double major in courses 7 and 21L?)
[<em>]Hook(recruited athlete, legacy, Nobel Prize): Sailing Recruit- the coach already called me today about visiting with the team.[/ul]
Personal[ul]
[</em>]Location: Michigan
[<em>]High School Type: Catholic
[</em>]Ethnicity: Irish
[<em>]Gender: Female
[</em>]Applied for Financial Aid: N[/ul]
Other[ul]
[<em>]Extracurriculars: Debate, Lacrosse (Captain, All-State), Quiz Bowl (All-State), and Cross Country (Captain)
[</em>]Awards: Just check my stats profile if you're honestly that curious.
[li]Advice? Commiserations? Feel like bragging?: OH MY GOD I JUST GOT INTO MIT.[/ul]</p>[/li]
<p>I'm seriously on cloud nine. In order to completely appreciate this, though, you just need to understand how it is I got my decision:</p>
<p>I worked at PetSmart today from 11-7, right? So, it's 11:23 (I know this because I like times like that), and I'm just wandering around putting stuffed dog-santa-like creatures away when a woman I work with comes up to me.</p>
<p>HER: Hey, I think you have a hold on park 21.
ME: Seriously?
HER: Yeah, the other Shannon isn't in today.
ME (thoroughly confused): OK. How do I get a call off park?
(she explains it to me, and I pick up the phone)
ME: Hi, thank you for calling PetSmart, this is Shannon speaking, how may I help you?
MYSTERIOUS MAN ON THE OTHER LINE: Hi, this is Ben Jones from MIT Admissions. How are you?
ME (thinking: OH MY GOD): Oh, um, I'm doing good. How are you?
BEN JONES: I'm doing pretty well. Well, I know you're working right now, but it didn't really seem fair for you to have to wait until 7 to get your decision. (I'm just thinking: sht, he is not seriously **calling me at work* to defer me, is he? This sucks*). We just aren't going to let you go to Chicago next year.
ME: (almost awkward moment of silence) Wait... oh my god, I got in? Oh my god! Oh my god! (repeat through entire conversation)
BEN JONES: (I kind of forget what he said here. Sorry, Ben. It was something along the lines of-) I assume we'll be seeing you at CPW?
ME: Heck yes! (I'm not allowed to swear at work) I've only been wanting to go for years.
(5 seconds of filler conversation)
ME: Wait, how did you find me?
BEN JONES: Well, I saw you were working from 11-7, and I read your application, so it was pretty easy to find the number.
ME: Ah.
BEN JONES: Well, go freak out and scare some puppies or whatever it is you do there. Congratulations.
ME: Wow, thank you so, so much!</p>
<p>And with that, I got into MIT. How's that for a story? (And Ben, if you're reading this, I apologize for completely slaughtering this conversation. You're awesome.)</p>
<p>You can read everything on my [url=<a href="http://www.xanga.com/shmor%5Dblog%5B/url">http://www.xanga.com/shmor]blog[/url</a>] in a few minutes, I just need to get the chance to update it. Oh my god!!</p>