<p>Guys, I think as decision times come near in sight we all need a little bit of hearty bluster to nurture in ourselves a little bit of hope. Let's be honest, we tell everyone "there's no chance I'll get in" that "we're nothing" and we really are. But somewhere deep inside we all cling onto that miniscule chance that our imperfect soul might indeed get in -- that those officers might make that "mistake" of getting us in.</p>
<p>I first realized this when I opened my MIT decision at 4:30 AM India time. I had slept at 11:30 that night after working on my Mathematics IA for several hours (cliche, yes). I had by some stroke of luck convinced myself that I would be rejected. It was bliss. Because in four hours when I had to read my decision it wouldn't be so bad. It held through. It held through until I loaded "decisions.mit.edu". It held through as I filled in my user information. It held through as I hit "go". But as my terrible BSNL internet (government owned, of course) loaded my decision, something very strange happened. I expected to see "we are thrilled to inform you..."</p>
<p>A moment later my gorgeous iMac instead, in crisp black letters of which font I don't know, told me that it is "so sorry to inform me..."</p>
<p>So that's how my America decision process began: a rejection from MIT. Since, I have been wait-listed from the University of Chicago, for which I wrote my best essays by far.</p>
<p>But more than anything, I want to see people have hope. Because if other imperfect, non-cancer-curing, non 4.0 kids have hope, then I can also have hope. </p>
<p>So I am publicly (albeit anonymously) announcing to this board that I think I have a very good chance of getting into Harvard. Hah! Laugh, laugh with me. How could someone with a tad bit of common sense delude himself into thinking that he will get into the University. Why would I do this to myself? What a shame it will be when I don't get accepted, right?</p>
<p>But let the bluster command me. I am one of those stupid rational cynics but I can say one thing. I thought I would get into Oxford, and I did. I thought I would get into UCL, and I did. I thought I would get into LSE, and I did. I told myself I would not get into MIT and I didn't. And I was very here-and-there about Chicago and it turns our they are also very here-and-there about me (though more "there" than "here"... which, coincidentally, is a very well-placed reference to my Chicago extended essay, if anyone wants to read).</p>
<p>So I think I will get into Harvard. It's the only university my driver has heard of outside of India (and it's common here to have household help). It's the alma mater of my unemployed Dad. I'm going to get into Harvard, god damnit!</p>
<p>So comon, guys, join with me on my bluster. "Challenged" is getting into Harvard. And for thinking this he is "challenged" indeed! For those wondering, what crazy statistics must engender in him so exquisite an arrogance?</p>
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[<em>]GPA: 3.5 (I think. It's so bad I've never really checked)
[</em>]SAT: 2200 (superscore)
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<p>I think my essays and extra-curricular activities are pretty good, but nothing outstanding - I promise. I would have provided a more detailed explanation of my daily life, recommendations, zen buddhist tendencies, and pet zebras but this ain't no chances thread. It's a "I'm gonna get in thread". </p>
<p>Join me, friends. Join me in on some hearty bluster before D-Day approaches. Abandon that humility your parents have been cultivating for the past 17 years and embrace your inner arrogance. If you didn't think you would get in, why did you apply? God damnit, embrace this madness with me!</p>