HOLY MOTHERS I JUST GOT INTO MIT.
Thanks for keeping everyone updated, Judith.
Stats:- SAT: 2360 (800 M, 800 W, 760 CR)
- SAT II: 770 Math II, 800 Bio
- ACT: 35
- GPA: 4.588 W, 3.99 UW
- Rank: 1/183
- Other Tests (AMC, AP, IB): 2 4s and 3 5s
Subjective- Essays: Awesome. Also, I submitted a supplemental one about how much I wanted to go to MIT.
- Teacher Recs: One super-amazing-fantastic, the other just awesome
- Counselor Rec: Super-amazing-fantastic
- Supplementary Material: Research Abstract, a boggle scorecard (the only words I won on- actin, ides, and uber. Is it any wonder I want to double major in courses 7 and 21L?)
- Hook(recruited athlete, legacy, Nobel Prize): Sailing Recruit- the coach already called me today about visiting with the team.
Personal- Location: Michigan
- High School Type: Catholic
- Ethnicity: Irish
- Gender: Female
- Applied for Financial Aid: N
Other- Extracurriculars: Debate, Lacrosse (Captain, All-State), Quiz Bowl (All-State), and Cross Country (Captain)
- Awards: Just check my stats profile if you're honestly that curious.
- Advice? Commiserations? Feel like bragging?: OH MY GOD I JUST GOT INTO MIT.
I'm seriously on cloud nine. In order to completely appreciate this, though, you just need to understand how it is I got my decision:
I worked at PetSmart today from 11-7, right? So, it's 11:23 (I know this because I like times like that), and I'm just wandering around putting stuffed dog-santa-like creatures away when a woman I work with comes up to me.
HER: Hey, I think you have a hold on park 21.
ME: Seriously?
HER: Yeah, the other Shannon isn't in today.
ME (thoroughly confused): OK. How do I get a call off park?
(she explains it to me, and I pick up the phone)
ME: Hi, thank you for calling PetSmart, this is Shannon speaking, how may I help you?
MYSTERIOUS MAN ON THE OTHER LINE: Hi, this is Ben Jones from MIT Admissions. How are you?
ME (thinking:
OH MY GOD): Oh, um, I'm doing good. How are you?
BEN JONES: I'm doing pretty well. Well, I know you're working right now, but it didn't really seem fair for you to have to wait until 7 to get your decision. (I'm just thinking:
sht, he is not seriously calling me at work to defer me, is he? This sucks). We just aren't going to let you go to Chicago next year.
ME: (
almost awkward moment of silence) Wait... oh my god, I got in? Oh my god! Oh my god! (repeat through entire conversation)
BEN JONES: (I kind of forget what he said here. Sorry, Ben. It was something along the lines of-) I assume we'll be seeing you at CPW?
ME: Heck yes! (I'm not allowed to swear at work) I've only been wanting to go for years.
(5 seconds of filler conversation)
ME: Wait, how did you find me?
BEN JONES: Well, I saw you were working from 11-7, and I read your application, so it was pretty easy to find the number.
ME: Ah.
BEN JONES: Well, go freak out and scare some puppies or whatever it is you do there. Congratulations.
ME: Wow, thank you so, so much!
And with that, I got into MIT. How's that for a story? (And Ben, if you're reading this, I apologize for completely slaughtering this conversation. You're awesome.)
You can read everything on my
blog in a few minutes, I just need to get the chance to update it. Oh my god!!