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.
Thank you so much! It really means a lot. I’m sitting here in a friend’s common room on campus and I literally still have chills!
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.
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.
I said it earlier, but yeah I got a 1790.
Nope. I went to Brentwood
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.
At least it’s finally done.
Couldn’t have asked for a better last summer hangout.
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 stopped keeping track of the time I had left, but my friend just texted crying about how she hates knowing it’s my last week at home. Way to make me not want to leave even more, Francy.
- Me: For the price should I just get two bottles of body wash?
- Mom: Well it depends how long it'll be until you come back home *burst into tears in the middle of the aisle*