<p>I'm not supposed to be able to view my AP scores until the 7th, but just now I saw them using an online IP proxy. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, and I didn't really think it through. </p>
<p>Now I'm kinda worried... Was that even legal? Is there any way the College Board could somehow make my scores invalid for this?</p>
<p>Leave it to the smart kids</p>
<p>^ lol</p>
<p>No. The trial period by region was a stupid idea to begin with. Traffic on the website should be handled considering only a small minority of AP students have their CB accounts ready for viewing scores. </p>
<p>And, about the proxy, all CB knows is that you were in one of the states for viewing scores today. Nothing else.</p>
<p>Wow, really? You know they could cancel your scores for doing that… it clearly said not to do that in the AP student pack</p>
<p>@Promotional:</p>
<p>I just read the AP Student Pack cover to cover and it doesn’t say that anywhere. Tell me exactly what page it’s on, otherwise I figure you’re just a ■■■■■.</p>
<p>It’s a federal crime to access someone’s else’s computer without proper authorization. Forget about score invalidation, you could go to prison if the proxy you were using is being monitored by the FBI. Look up dangers of using proxies and the idea of honey pots and hacker pots.</p>
<p>Hacking is a federal crime. You’re in as much ***** as Eric Snowden.</p>
<p>CC sarcasm is simply unparalleled :D</p>
<p>But I once had a friend who got his scores invalidated because he did something similar with previous scores.</p>
<p>@levlevlev11:</p>
<p>I know, It’s really annoying when you actually want to find something out and people are just trying to freak you out without actually giving any information.</p>
<p>I once had a friend who used a proxy to hack into collegeboard’s server to get his scores early.</p>
<p>The key is “once.” I never heard from him again after the incident…</p>
<p>I guess I’m gonna go kill myself now.</p>
<p>I once used a proxy on Collegeboard’s website.</p>
<p>What happened next is nothing short of horrible.
A man was driving in the middle of nowhere down a secluded country road far from any cities. He got a flat tire, and got out to walk for help. After walking for some time, he came to a small stone monastery. He knocked on the door and roused the monks. “I’ve got a flat tire. Can I use your phone?” He asked.</p>
<p>The monks said they were sorry, but they did not have a phone. “If you stay tonight, you can get a ride on our wagon into town tomorrow,” they said. So the man stayed the night, and they put him in a small room in the monastery.</p>
<p>In the middle of the night, the man was awakened suddenly by a noise. Not just any noise, but the loudest, most wonderful, most terrifying, most hair-raising noise ever.</p>
<p>He sat there, his heart beating for a few minutes, and he heard it again!Getting out of bed, he went running in the direction of the noise. It came again, making the hair on the back of his neck rise and his skin crawl. Finally, he came to a large door where the head monk was standing. The door was at least 15 feet tall, and made of solid-looking wood and metal. It had chains and bars and locks and a deadbolt on it, and was the most formidable door the man had ever seen.</p>
<p>“What was that sound?” He asked. “What made it? Is it behind that door?”</p>
<p>The head monk shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t tell you; you’re not a monk.”</p>
<p>As the man turned away, he heard the noise again. “You have to tell me what it is,” he begged.</p>
<p>“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you, you’re not a monk,” said the monk.</p>
<p>The man tried to sleep, but couldn’t get the noise out of his head. In the morning, as he was getting ready to leave, he heard the sound again. It made his ears ring and his mind whirl.“Please tell me what made that sound,” he said.</p>
<p>But the monks wouldn’t. “I’m sorry, you’re not a monk” was all they said.</p>
<p>The man left, and eventually got his car fixed and went back to his life. But he couldn’t get the sound out of his mind. After a few months, he got in his car and drove and drove until he found the monastery again. He got out of his car and found the head monk. “I can’t forget that sound from that night I was here. Please, please please tell me what made that sound.” The head monk just shook his head.</p>
<p>“I can’t tell you; you’re not a monk,” he said.“Then tell me how I can become a monk,” the man said.</p>
<p>The head monk said "It’s very difficult. Are you sure you want to do this?"The man said "I’ve got to. I have to know what made that sound."The head monk said, “To join us, you have to perform several tasks. Your first task is to count all of the stars visible in the sky.”</p>
<p>The man thought about how hard that would be, but he had to know what made that sound. He sat up every night for a year, counting the stars over and over until he was sure how many stars were visible in the sky. He went to the head monk and told him, and the monk nodded.</p>
<p>"Very good. Your next task is to count all of the grains of sand on the beaches around the world."The man knew this would be even harder, but he could not get the noise out of his head. He had to know what, what kind of animal, could make that terrible horrible mind-bending sound. So he left on his journeys. He crawled the length and breadth of every beach in the world, counting the grains of sand, and he returned to the monastery years later.The head monk heard his answer and nodded.</p>
<p>“Excellent. You are almost done. Your final task is to climb to the peak of the highest mountain in the world, and see yourself in relation to the rest of creation.” And the man knew this would be hard, but he outfitted himself, and he went to the highest mountain in the world, and he climbed to the top, and returned months later, older and wiser and more tired than years before when he had first heard the noise, the noise that would not leave his mind and that echoed in his every waking thought.He returned, and the head monk saw that he was wiser, and said “At last, you are a monk. Come with me.”</p>
<p>And they walked through the monastery, its twisting and turning halls, and as they went the man heard the noise again, over and over, and he was no longer sure if it was the noise or merely his memory of it.And finally, finally, he stood in front of the door and the head monk opened it up, and the man saw what had made the noise.</p>
<p>But, I can’t tell you what it was. You’re not a monk.</p>
<p>The noise was Cthulhu.</p>
<p>I told so many people at my school to use a proxy, I’m going to expect an angry mob any moment now.</p>
<p>Angry? Let me tell you about angry.</p>
<p>on a cold friday afternoon, i had come home from school. I had been thinking of the gym all day. I was hungry, didn’t have any lunch. In fact, i didn’t eat because i spent the money. For the past month i was saving up for something. Something special which i bought at gnc. I was surprised they didn’t ask for id; i was pretty sure the cashier noticed how nervous i was. Anyways, my mom asked my how my day was when i got home, but i ignored her. I have more important things to do. I run to the bathroom and unpack my bag. In my school bag is a white plastic bag from gnc. I open the bag, first removing the receipt and flushing it down the toilet to get rid of the evidence. My heart was racing now. I unpack the creatine monster from the bag.</p>
<p>I wonder what people will be asking me when they see that i will be 50lbs heavier. Should i say i was just eating a lot? I remove the label from the tub and tear it into a thousand small pieces. I flush that down the toilet, too. It is time now. I run up to my room when my mom ask me what i am holding. I panic, sweat drips down my forehead and my teeth chatter. “mom, it’s just for a school project”. “what project?” “i don’t know mom i just started it!”. A tear runs down my cheek. I run upstairs and open the creatine, scooping upservings into a clear water bottle. What have i gotten myself into? I fill it with water and drink it. There is no turning back now. The creatine monster is inside me now, it will control me. What should i do if i die? I cant let my family know about this.</p>
<p>I open the creatine tub and throw it all out the window; a white cloud of mysterious dust sparkles into the wind so graciously. I feel the substance taking control of me; i am now the monster. I walk downstairs, its time to work out; time to get big. Now i worry, i don’t want to get too big; people will think i use steroids. I do use steroids. No i don’t. Creatine. All i see is the weights now, i am almost downstairs when i hear “do you want a cookie i just baked”. I know i do not have time for this **** now. “no mom i do not want a cookie” i walk in the basement and drop to my knees before the weights, tears running down my cheeks. I turn to the right and look at myself in the mirror. Oh god, what have i done?</p>
<p>umm our whole class used proxy lol</p>
<p>College Board knows that you received access to your scores today based on your location. That’s it…</p>
<p>“Open Door” anyone? Proxy app w/o any filters whatsoever, kids use it to access the student grade-checking site because my school’s wifi bans it :/</p>
<p>You didn’t access someone’s computer… you accessed available information through a proxy server. Lol, you’re fine. If I were in your position and I had read these responses, I would’ve started crying and punching things.</p>
<p>What proxy did you use?</p>
<p>@sophumb: I have no idea anymore lol. I could swear it was something like “hidemyip.com” but it doesn’t exist anymore. </p>
<p>Also nothing happened to me, I survived and my scores are still valid 
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