Yes, the title of this thread is slightly deceiving and I have been going back and forth about writing this for several weeks but the part of me that wants to seems to be winning.
Anyway, like most of the class of 2013, my college application process started in the fall. And like most of you I was optimistic and thrilled to be entering the next stage in my life. I have been an avid Stanford fan since I was old enough to understand what Stanford was. Needless to say I applied early and eagerly waited on the eve of December 14th 2012 for decisions to be released: rejected. I don’t think words can describe the feeling I felt. This lofty idea, this dream of mine shattered by the simple words plastered to that letter (or email rather). Thing is, I knew exactly why I was rejected. I took not one AP class in high school, got a C and two Bs freshman year and… here is the whammy: 1750 SAT score!
That’s when my addiction to College Confidential began to fester. I never posted anything until this out of fear. Basically for months I read “Chance Me” threads for hours and continually watched as one 2200 SAT was told after another that they needed a score or watched as yet another kid with 5 AP classes lacked rigor. The hours I spent with a stomach ache watching my dreams sink lower was absolutely enumerable.
After my Stanford rejection I applied to a bunch of safeties (to all of which I was accepted) but being an over-zealous senior I had already filled out four ivy league apps prior to my Stanford disaster. It goes without saying my ivy chances looked to be slim to none.
Then March 28th, 2013 rolled around. Like thousands of other senior I spend the morning waiting until 2pm (california time) plastered to my computer screen anxiously counting down the minutes. Then it came, a day I will never forget, the second chance I’d never think I’d have: ACCEPTED! Accepted into Cornell, Yale and Harvard (rejected from Dartmouth, if anyone was wondering)!!! I am absolutely over the moon happy but that is not the point.
You are probably asking yourself was she a URM, first gen, a martian? Nope. I am white, female, middle class from california. As average as it gets.
So who am I? I more than my numbers. I am strange. I have been pursuing the same ECs since I was six years old, I am the best in the nation, I spent my summer flying overseas speaking at conferences. I am odd, I am different. Very few people would even understand what I do. Others would call me crazy.
The point of this post, after months of not posting a thing, is simple. I know you juniors will post “chance me” threads come the fall, I know you will stew over your SATs and grades wishing you could just change one thing. This threads are a wonderful way to kill time but don’t let them get you down. To younger students I cannot stress enough: be yourself. What gives you a spark? What makes you happy? What ignites you with passion? Latch onto it and fight for it. Be the person YOU want to be, don’t become obsessed with AP courses and test scores, don’t let yourself be defined by superficial integers. Be you. And best of luck!