I had spent more than one English class curriculum reading about superficiality from the slave-owning, pseudo-pious aristocrats of .
Nevertheless, I felt as though I was the character I had learned to hate.
I suppose I’ve just unconsciously expressed an aspect of my identity.
It inflates the self-worth of some, all while crushing the confidence of otherwise perfectly capable college-bound students.
Sufficient information is given, but not enough to identify the exact person. I was wondering if I could get into any colleges with these terrible credentials. Here it goes: 6.0 GPA (on 4.0 scale); Perfect SATs; President of 5 clubs and Vice President of another 3; Started 2 new clubs; Valedictorian of cohort; 5 hours of Community Service every week bar Sundays; Volunteered in Lagos to build homes; Wrote a Pulitzer Prize-ready College Application essay; Phenomenal recommendations from Michelle Obama; Captain of Ice Hockey, Soccer, Tennis and Rugby; Conductor of Jazz Band; Fluent in Greek, French, Chinese and Spanish. While Chance Me threads have traditionally been useful for students to benchmark themselves against their competition, it has developed over the years to be a dumping ground for cynical and often contemptuous students.
Potential posters lurk in the shadows of the Ivy League thread and post demeaning comments that discourage other applicants.
friend told me recently that someone she knew was applying to transfer out of Hopkins.
“Even if I absolutely fucking hated it here, I don’t think I’d ever transfer,” I said to her.
” Someone added to this sentiment by saying “you want to show how you’ve made a difference, rather than wallowing in self-pity.” I would not have been able to do so.
I am grateful that homophonic writing implements — not homophobic parents — caused me suffering my senior year of high school and that the most difficult part of being gay was liking a selfish guy with a fragile masculinity.