<p>Alpharo, my admission counselor changed as well today, and I am not an international student. So I have no idea what it means. Hopefully nothing bad lol Good luck all!</p>
<p>weird, I was under the impression that every transfer student had Andre. You guys mind telling us who yours changed from/to?</p>
<p>I'm hoping it's nothing important...</p>
<p>what's going on stone</p>
<pre><code> I had Andre until today. Now mine is Jeffrey J. Hreben. He handles upstate New York, which is where I'm from, so I'm thinking that might be why.
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<p>It's nothing I'm just bored so of course I'm reading way too much into this.</p>
<p>I'll probably be switched to an adcom that handles my region because Andre doesn't handle mine. It's probably just taking longer for some than others. </p>
<p>Of course the closer it comes to decision day the more anxious I get...I need a beer or twelve.</p>
<p>Hope to see all of u guys in Uchi. my dream school....T.T</p>
<p>donjuan, r u chinese?</p>
<p>Does anyone know if they notify us by mail or online?</p>
<p>i like where your heads at stone...sign me up</p>
<p>pxu, i am hispanic</p>
<p>sorry. what did u guys do these days?</p>
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Does anyone know if they notify us by mail or online?
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Last year they sent an email first then regular mail a week later.</p>
<p>in another odd twist, stone, my admission counselor was switched back to andre this morning. maybe everyone wants a piece of old dickie do right :-p</p>
<p>stewartudall, i'm from tulane....</p>
<p>wow that's pretty strange Stewart, I've been checking mine and it hasn't changed at all. I didn't think they worked at all on Saturdays but maybe it's just a computer glitch.</p>
<p>now that the deadline has passed... would anyone care to share their essay? there were some wild questions this year, there should have been some great essays written.</p>
<p>essay option 4:</p>
<p>Modern improvisational comedy had its start with The Compass Players, a group of University of Chicago students, who later formed the Second City comedy troupe. Here is a chance to play along. Improvise a story, essay, or script that meets all of the following requirements:</p>
<pre><code>* It must include the line And yes I said yes I will Yes (Ulysses, by James Joyce).
* Its characters may not have superpowers.
* Your work has to mention the University of Chicago, but please, no accounts of a high school student applying to the Universitythis is fiction, not autobiography.
* Your work must include at least four of the following elements:
- a paper airplane
- a transformation
- a shoe
- the invisible hand
- two doors
- pointillism
- a fanciful explanation of the Pythagorean Theorem
- a ventriloquist or ventriloquism
- the Periodic Table of the Elements
- the concept of jeong
- number two pencils
The groan from the second floor of the Jackson Park Beachhouse was barely audible over the throaty screeches of the Monk Parakeets in the surrounding trees, but the fox who uttered it was in agony. Though the sun was still young in the morning sky, the vulpine creature named Jeong had been awake for hours with a sharp pain piercing the right side of his mouth.
Thats it, Ive had it, he sputtered, if to no one but himself. Ive got to do something to get rid of this pain."
He sluggishly emerged from his lair atop the Beachhouse to call for his friend, and fellow fox, Pythagoras. Pythagoras is much older than I am and therefore much wiser, Jeong reasoned. Surely he will know what to do. Jeong trotted toward the Wooded Island, where he found his friend frolicking.
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<p>Pythagoras, you must help me. Jeong implored. Ive had this terrible pain in the side of my mouth all morning.
Ah, Jeong, my boy, good morning. Beautiful weather, isnt it? Downright fantastic. Whats that you say? Youve a pointillism in your mouth? Pythagoras inquired.
Uh, well, yes, yes that sounds right. A dreadfully painful one, too, Jeong stammered.
I do say I know the precise course of action to take, Pythagoras countered. I know of a wonderful ventriloquist who practices at the University of Chicago Medical Center.
A
ventriloquist? Jeong questioned. His understanding of the world was far inferior to that of Pythagoras, but even he had seen ventriloquists perform in the park. Dont you think I should see a dentist?
Ah, yes, Pythagoras stood corrected. Precisely what I meant. Toljanic is his name; I reckon hes one of the best. Ive heard he has the ability to magically transform ones teeth into pure gold.
Oh, wow! Jeong marveled. As usual, he was simply awed by Pythagoras knowledge. Alright, then I will travel to see him. Pythagoras, you must accompany me on my journey. What do you say?
And yes I said yes I will Yes. Pythagoras answered emphatically, and thus the journey began.</p>
<pre><code>Minutes later, the foxes had left Jackson Park and were trotting through Midway Plaisance toward the University of Chicago, when Pythagoras suddenly halted in his tracks.
Jeong! I do believe I have deciphered the great mystery of your pain, he started excitedly, and we must not travel another inch before I rationalize your situation.
Oh, go on, then! Jeong replied eagerly. Was it possible that his clever companion had calculated the genesis of his suffering?
My boy, are you familiar with The Invisible Hand? Pythagoras queried.
Hmm, Jeong pondered; the term definitely sounded familiar. He had a faint memory of encountering the term in a microeconomics course he had once taken at Fox College, but that had been several years ago. The pain in my mouth is certainly not related to economic theory, Jeong speculated. He deduced that his recollection must have been incorrect. No, I dont believe Ive heard of it.
Well, my boy, do you recall last winter when, of a sudden, I could not walk on my hind leg? Pythagoras probed. Jeong remembered this grave occurrence; some humans had noticed a limping Pythagoras and had taken him away in an enormous vehicle. Days later, his friend had returned with a white shoe covering his hind leg. After scrutinizing my situation, I determined that there was only one possible explanation, Pythagoras elaborated, his demeanor quite stern. The Invisible Hand grabbed my hind leg and disabled it.
Jeong was terrified. Was The Invisible Hand, this mysterious, evil force, responsible for the pain in his mouth? What
what does all of this have to do with my mouth? he inquired, now quivering with fear.
That is precisely my next point, my boy. This is my theorem, Pythagoras revealed. I do conjecture that The Invisible Hand has slapped you in the face.
Jeong appeared shocked, as if his worst fears had just been confirmed. You must be right, he remarked. What am I to do? Is there any hope?
Do not fret, my boy. The Invisible Hand may have slapped you, but there is a solution, Pythagoras explained. When my leg was attacked, a doctor placed a white shoe on my leg, correct?
Jeong nodded, although still trembling.
Well, I believe we must travel on, so that a doctor can bind a shoe to your mouth, Pythagoras elucidated. This, and only this, will undermine the work of The Invisible Hand.
Oh, how lucky I am to have such a wise escort, Jeong mused. Well, then what are we waiting for? he returned, now considerably anxious. Lets keep going!
The two travelers finally crossed East 59th Street and approached the University of Chicago Hospital. After scampering inside, they stepped into an elevator occupied by a friendly looking man in a white coat.
Excuse me, kind sir, Pythagoras spoke, as the man looked down toward the two foxes. Would you happen to know where we would find a man by the name of Toljanic?
The man smiled. Well, arent you in luck? I am Doctor Toljanic. I suppose you are looking for me.
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<p>Ah, the great Toljanic! I am Pythagoras; I have heard legends of your prowess in ventriloquism. I do believe you can help us. My friend Jeong is inflicted with a great pointillism in his mouth. You see, last night, The Invisible Hand slapped him in the face, he paused to catch his breathe, and now it is essential that you wrap his mouth with a shoe.
Doctor Toljanic first looked at Jeong, but his head quickly swiveled back to Pythagoras. Are you feeling alright? Im just a dentist, but Im sure the folks in our psychiatric ward would love to speak with you if youve got a moment.
As for you, he now spoke to Jeong. What seems to be ailing you?
Jeong began to describe his situation: the sleepless night, the pain in the right side of his mouth, and the swelling of his cheek.
Ah, all of that talk about ventriloquists and invisibility and shoes had me confused, the doctor replied, shooting a fleeting glance at a silent Pythagoras. Would you open your mouth for me, so I could take a look?
Jeong did as he was told, and the doctor immediately nodded.
My boy, its a good thing you came in today! Doctor Toljanic announced. Weve got to get that wisdom tooth removed before it breaks through your gums! As the elevator door swung open, the doctor whisked the two foxes into his office where he performed the simple surgery.
Jeong and Pythagoras were back in Jackson Park just as quickly as they had left. While Pythagorass pride may have taken a bit longer, Jeongs mouth took just a few days to heal. But even though the Pythagorean Theorem was flawed, the two foxes did take the right angle to resolve their problem, and eventually both lived happily and painlessly ever after.</p>
<p>I liked that one Celticsfan!</p>
<p>I'm going to wait until after decisions come out to post mine though.</p>
<p>has anyone heard anything about when we will hear? i guess it is technically mid-april by now...</p>
<p>Let's consolidate all of our essays into one thread.</p>
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I'm predicting April 17th</p>
<p>Man, now I wish I had applied. I would have kicked ass on the essay.</p>