<p>I am going to apply to MIT next year, and I think that the number one factor in my decision to apply and the reason that I really want to go there should I be accepted is the atmosphere at MIT.
After visiting MIT a couple of years back I knew that MIT was the place for me because of the interesting people that I met as I visited the campus and the vibe that came from the college.
Information from my brother who currently attends has backed up my first impression and has made me continue to want to attend MIT.
I think that I can best communicate the atmosphere at MIT as I understand it by copying a blog post from one of my brother’s friend at MIT.
Names and locations have been omitted in order to protect privacy.</p>
<p>"It is 7 AM. I have been up all night. I can finally make a real post about MIT. Here are some of MANY highlights of the past few months, not really in chronological order.</p>
<p>I was rollerblading back to [dorm] one night, at 3:30 AM after an amazing party. I had no shirt on, was wearing a black, pinstriped fedora, and my shorts were covered with chocolate frosting. As I bladed down the infinite corridor, not only were there OTHER PEOPLE in that particular hallway, but as we passed, they didn’t even give me a second look! I was not doing anything unusual. That was the exact moment I realized: MIT is where I belong.</p>
<p>[Fraternity name], the fraternity, took freshman indoor skydiving during rush. If you are not familiar, indoor skydiving is where you stand in a vertical wind tunnel, and they shoot air at you fast enough for it to lift you right off the ground, keeping you suspended. My father and I have wanted to do this for years and years, and let me just say that it was everything I’d hoped it would be. He and I are of course going to go whenever he comes up to visit.</p>
<p>My amazing roommate [roommate name] and I were coming back from somewhere and as we passed the Simmons lobby, we saw little tiny blocks of wood. A whole bucket full. We immediately set out to build a 20 foot tower, freestanding, in the middle of the room. After more than an hour of work, no glue no connectors, only blocks and stacking, we managed to get within about 6 inches of the 2-story ceiling. It was a masterpiece, a true triumph of engineering. I stood on the ground and marveled at its beauty while [Roommate] worked on the last few blocks. Then, as swift as a breath, it started shaking, swaying, oscillating…What came next can only be described as an explosion. It was absolutely glorious.</p>
<p>I had fallen behind on my reading in class, and I soon stopped reading altogether, knowing I could never catch up with it. The essay got assigned, and yet I never got time to work on any of it. I faced a terrible decision on the night before it was due: to quit the class or perform the miracle that would be necessary to pass. At 10:00 I began skimming. By midnight I had an argument. At just over an hour a page, I finally pressed submit the following morning at 9:00 AM. Sore, depleted, yet proud, I swore I would never put off an essay until the last night again. I got an A- on my essay. I did the same thing two more times.</p>
<p>I had already failed a Calculus test, and I was determined not to let it happen again. [Friend] and I studied for hours, literally HOURS for the next test, and I felt I had a good handle on the material. I confidently strode into that test, having prepared more for it than I did for the AP calc BC test, and I got my ass handed to me on a plate. I couldn’t even grasp half the questions. I have never before been so harshly beaten by math! 40% on a midterm. Second failure in a row. Pain.</p>
<p>The night before my Calculus final, my entire grade was riding upon it. Snow fell and stuck for the first time all winter. All the southerners were so cute! Their young, unfrozen eyes glistened, entranced by the soft, virgin blanket of snow. Snow fell from midnight to 2 AM. At 3 AM they begged to go outside. We went. Instead of sleeping or studying more, we ran outside and carved a giant 9A in the snowy field, along with a giant awesome-face. Then, we built a HUGE snowman. I would estimate that he weighed in total around 900 lbs. We perched him up against Simmons so he could greet people walking in and out of Simmons as they went to meet their finals. Bad News: I got and F on my calc final. Good News: It was a high enough F for me to still do well in the class. Pass/No Record is awesome.</p>
<p>I was giving a little tour of MIT when I saw through a window, a robot. These are not uncommon but I was still surprised, so I moved in to inspect. Through the window I saw a head, two arms, and a body, normal robot style. But as I peeked lower, I found not legs, but a frickin’ segway. A segway robot. Just sittin’ in a room there. My tour subjects didn’t appreciate it nearly as much as I did.</p>
<p>AND OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS</p>
<p>It’s near the beginning of the year, I sleep with my room door open. Around 10:30 one morning, I awake to a light, gentle scratching at the top of my head as I hear a cherubic female voice sing, “[Blog author], hey [Blog author]? Wake up…” Stunned, I turn over in my sheets and see [Friend name], a chinese girl, standing beside my bed. She extends a plate on her arm and says “I just baked some cookies, would you like one?” Those of you who know me will understand why a little bit of my soul actually effervesced and ascended from my chest as a small white cloud into heaven itself. ([Friend} claims the cookie incident was not even a big deal)</p>
<p>There are hundreds more moments like these, in the next 3 weeks I will record them as I think of them. It is now 8:10 AM"</p>
<p>I hope this helps other people to fall in love with MIT as I have.</p>