<p>State: Georgia
GPA: 3.95-4.1
AP’s: AP LANG, CALC BC, CHEM, USH, World Hist, Gov., MacroEcon, Lit and Comp.
I got 3 4’s , and 5 5’s on the exams. My school also offers IB, but I chose to do AP because I wanted to focus on Music and deter from continuing French.
EC’S: Founder/President Latin American Organization
President: Gay Straight Alliance
Principal Cellist, Buckhead Youth Orchestra, Dekalb Orch., Atlanta Youth Orchestra
I’ve done 100- hours of community service at the modern art museum here
I’ve worked at various musical events, I travel a lot, particularly to Peru, where I do theatre, and I help out with housing…
School Newspaper
Princeton Summer Journalism Program - Selected for a small group of 20 student journalists, minorities.
Harvard Crimson Academy…</p>
<p>Ethnicity: Latino, Swedish-Peruvian, Irish-Peruvian. (Half Swede, Half Irish-Peruvian)</p>
<p>My low GPA is due to the fact that I’ve attended three high schools, including a semester in Peru.</p>
<p>Essay: </p>
<p>Marco, llama la policia!!! </p>
<p>I was sleeping when I heard my mother shout. I had already woken once before and upon noticing my parents were engaged in a heated argument, I decided the best action to take was to return to sleep. The argument would probably develop in its usual format: fist-fights, screaming, punching and threats to call the police. My mother usually assumes I will be the one to call the police, though I never do. </p>
<p>After hearing her shout, I let out a sigh. Sighs are enjoyable. They are not meant to just express grief, theyre meant to help you relax and to give you company. Since my sister lives in Peru and I wouldnt dare bring my friends to the shack I live in, I am thankful for this company. </p>
<p>I wonder if this cycle of arguments, fights and arguments shall ever end. Its been going on for almost five years now, and sometimes I feel like killing myself or just escaping to a far away land. </p>
<p>Life at home has worsened since last year. Its no ones fault but my parents, though I dont even think I can blame them. I think they are on the verge of insanity, or at least one of them is. </p>
<p>I do not have anyone to relate my life at home to. I wish I did.
I wish I knew someone who is startled by his mother in the middle of night on her nightly routine to scream at his father, a man who has made countless mistakes. I wish I knew someone who–the next morning–promptly arrives to school, looking forward to his Analysis class because it is the only thing in his life that truly seems to make sense. I wish I knew a boy who reads the New York Times every day, especially the Dowd and Collins columns, because he wants to remain informed despite his lack of television and internet access. I wish I knew someone who goes to church to try and find faith in the midst of problems. </p>
<p>Finally, I wish I could convey to you, reader, all of the events of my life in the past five years. I wish you knew all the times I cried because I was scared, and all the times I neglected to do my homework for Chemistry or Biology or French because I was depressed or sad or simply hopeless.</p>
<p>What I can convey to you is that I have never lost hope. I have had my low points and my downright suicidal points, but somehow, by pulling myself up and wishing for the best, I have managed to continue my journey through high school. </p>
<p>I can now turn away from unhappy moments, for I am close to finding what Ive always wanted, a chance at a calm, enriching life.</p>