Had a blast being on campus for the last week and half meeting new people, making great friends, and not having to worry about work, assignment, or classes. I know I should be excited for shopping period, but I’m just terrified.
you only got into yale because you're an urm. typical.
To quote Baby Mama, “bitch, you don’t know my life!” You really don’t. I don’t like talking about my accomplishments, but I believe I was able to accomplish major feats coming from where I lived. I did not have the best test scores, but I was able to show Yale that I can be successful. If I was able to accomplish what I did with barely anything, imagine what I can do with the opportunities they gave me. I’ll be honest, some days I do feel like I got int because I am a minority, but fuck that shit. I deserve to be here. I worked my ass off my entire life, and if I have to work twice as hard as everything else to succeed here, I without a doubt will do so.
what do you think stuck out the most in your college application? i mean, you were competing with kids who got rejected by perfect SAT scores, valedictorians, and 4.0 gpas. how did you do it?
I would answer being extremely blesses is the reason, but wouldn’t really help lol. My admission counselor wrote on my acceptance letter how I was an inspiration and a role model for my community. I believe since I was able to do science research, win awards at competitions, and still be able to do play sports, and volunteer showed them that I had the determination to succeed at Yale if they gave me the opportunity to use their resources. So to answer your question, I think my determination stuck out the most.
Been here since Saturday and I’m just speechless. feel like I should be going back home and face reality in a few days. The people are amazing, the campus is beautiful, and everything feels right (besides friends from back home of course). Love walking around campus, relaxing with classmates, and staying up until sunrise laughing until we are physically in pain. This is real.
I left swim practice early. I told my coach I had something “college related” that I forgot about and I needed to go home to deal with. I got home ten minutes earlier than I expected and waited. I took a shower to kill some time and try to get my mind off of it.
When I finally got out, changed, and checked the time it was a quarter after five. I immediately turned on my laptop and opened up to the decision site. I typed my username and password, and stopped. I freaked out. I didn’t want to check. I went upstairs to talk to my mom while I had a mild panic attack and she just said “don’t worry, God’s on your side.” I said “thanks” as calmly as I possibly could and went back to my room to decide whether or not to click enter.
Pacing back and forth around my room for a few minutes I finally got the nerve to click enter. The page didn’t load. I have no clue how I survived that because my heart was freaking racing and the dead link came at me like a brick wall. I tried a few more times and the page didn’t load again and again and again.
I finally stopped trying to log in for a while (by a while I mean like forty-five seconds), and decided to go at it again. I typed in my username and password in, clicked enter, and covered my face with my hands. The longest two seconds passed and I looked through the corner of my eye and saw a white screen. I put my hands down in defeat and then I saw Handsome Dan and heard the song.
"Bulldogs! Bulldogs! Bow wow…" I fell off my bed and ran upstairs. In a mix of screaming and crying I ran to my mom and fell onto my knees screaming "THANK YOU GOD, THANK YOU GOD, MOM I’M GOING TO YALE!
Today, it still feels odd to say “I’m going to Yale.” I am beyond grateful and completely blessed. I can’t comprehend how lucky I am. In 5 days, I will be at Yale. I don’t think it’ll ever feel real to me.
I am completely blessed to have such an amazing, giving family. I finally got to reading the cards that were given to me, and I am speechless. I can’t comprehend how generous and loving my family is.
I know a lot of my relatives are going through a tremendously hard times, and I didn’t expect them to give me anything. Counting how much money they gave me, I couldn’t speak. I sat there and tried to think/say something but nothing came out. When I came across my God parents’ letter, I choked up. In it a thousand dollars. I know their financial situation, and I couldn’t fathom why they gave me so much. I remember them telling me when they gave me the card that they loved me so much. They said they always saw something different about me, and even though we don’t always see each other, they feel the closest to me than anyone else in our family.
All that I can say is that I am astounded by how selfless my family is. Even in their hardest times, they find a way to give.
Once I told my mom, she immediately broke down in tears. After calming down, she looked up at me and said: “Remember how you were worried about paying for books? God always finds a way to provide.”
As everyday comes, I realize how more and more blessed I am. I might have a family that is a little loopy, but they are always there for me. I will never let them down.
Tonight i went to my close friend, Willie, grad party. I am SOOOO glad i went. I had SO much fun. His friends are SO awesome and fun. They are very different from my friends from HS or even Pace (sorry). They are easy to get along with. ( i think it bc most of them are spanish :x lol)
I LOVE you so much, Sandy! I’m so glad you were able to come, and I know without a doubt we will always stay friends! Thanks so much for coming, it’s means so much and I had a blast with you! So glad you were able to have such a great time. No matter what happens, we’ll always be true friends. I promise.
Okay, I have no clue why people in my town decided to make a Facebook page titled “The Rage Page” where the slogan is “tell us about your anger here YOU FUCKING FAGGOT BITCH.” About fifteen kids from my high school are in the group, and they spend all day “raging” about things they hate. While doing so, they’re being completely racist, ridiculous, and absolute assholes to say the least.
I wouldn’t have checked the page, but my friend told me I was written about on it. A guy wrote:
"I LOSS TO A GAY GUY AT PROM!!!! LIKE WTH ISN’T MY PRIDE DAMAGED ENOUGH AS SELF PROCLAIMED KING!!!!"
Are you serious? Prom was over two months ago, we graduated, and we’re about to go to college, and you’re still mad that I won? Get over yourself. I’m not even going to comment on you calling me gay, because I’m not, and that’s besides the point how ridiculous your post is.
You were the one that wanted to be the “outsider that prevailed” and you believed you were entitled to the crown. The whole twenty minutes I had to deal with you for prom court pictures, you were a complete tool. You called yourself the “underdog,” was infuriated that the homecoming king was nominated, and boasted how you were gonna win while pumping your cane up and down at prom. That alone proves how much you didn’t deserve it.
You didn’t stop there though. When my name was called, you quickly went to Facebook and called me an “AP duechbag” (yes he spelled douche bag like that) and told everyone you won second (dude, they never announced that). When I watched the prom video, I noticed two things: 1. my embarrassing reaction to winning, and 2. your shocked reaction on your face. And while all the nominees clapped, you just stood there.
Once again, you didn’t stop. You had to make this comment long after prom was over. How you act is completely unnecessary and immature. I’m sorry to say this, but I’m so glad you didn’t win.
I’m happy that I won (like anyone should be), but I find it extremely pathetic how you are so caught up about losing to me. I get it, I’m not your typical prom king, but I didn’t do anything to you. I was on your pee-wee basketball team! That was my only interaction with you before prom! I don’t know what happened between that and then, but please inform me what the fuck I did to you.
When facebook starting exploding with these “You know you’re from.. [insert high school here]” I knew it would get ugly fast. I mean, it’s Brentwood. When have we ever been able to be mature for more than five minutes?
So of course when this kid show up using a pseudonym and picture of a…
I can’t stand the people that make it look like complete and utter shit. As soon as I saw that group, I knew it would only be bad. All the “you knows” just supported the negative view of our town, and everyone on it just amped it up. Unfortunately because of these people this that think it’s okay to do absolutely everything opposite of the right thing, people view our town so horribly. I just wish more of the people in our town who did the right things and know the good things about our town would speak up.
Despite all this ridiculous crap, I still love Brentwood. I’m just as excited to go off to college as you are, Ije, but for some reason, I don’t mind staying. I don’t want to leave.
So, you should tell me how the workload is when you start Yale.
Like on a scale of 1-10.
1 being regents course in the seventh grade.
10 being I'm bald because I ripped my hair out while trying to get all of this work done just to get a B.
I'm excited FOR you. I'm a little scared for you too. haha.
HEY taking Earth Science and Math A in middle school was pretty tough for my 13 year old self! hahaa.
But yea definitely! Just randomly remind me a month or so in, and I’ll definitely tell you.
Thanks so much! And AHH I’m so freaking scared. While everyone is looking at the BlueBook for classes to shop, I’m avoiding it. Don’t get me wrong, I love to learn but simply thinking about the workload literally makes me panic.