<p>First off, I wanted to say that this is my very first post. I joined this site when I looked up “How to get accepted into Phillips Exeter Academy”, and I was led to this community site. While I was reading the thread that I had been led to, I got a feeling this was the site where I would be helped sincerely.
I am going to tell a story now, so if you don’t like stories, please do press that back button and not leave hurtful comments please.</p>
<p>Background Info: I’m Asian. (Explains most things about me.) I live in Los Angeles, CA. Not the richest, but not the poorest either. Been taking piano lessons for 9 years until I quit 3 years ago. Current 8th grade at a public school. Figure Skater, never went in competitions though. (But this is the sport I love most and want to pursue.) Playing flute for 4 years, currently on hiatus, playing in my free time. (Again, no awards. Yet.) Math Olympiads Highest Individual Score 3 years ago (not important, but Im proud of it.) President’s Award 3 years ago when graduating elementary (not important but still, I like saying this, makes me feel important.). Assorted collection of Awards from basketball, water polo, junior lifeguards, piano, and synchronized swimming. (embarrassing to say, most of them are “most improved player” awards. :S)</p>
<p>So while I was applying to the Ten Schools (you know what they are) I got lazy and the only application I completed was Exeter. I didn’t take any SSAT prep classes, or tried studying hard. I did take the ISEE to see what it was like, since they are similar. When the results came, I thought I did pretty good. 78%. Yeah, as a fresh 8th grader, I was proud to be that score with a test taken by up to 12th graders. But that was only my fantasy. Because I didn’t take up to reality. I knew straight As were a given, and since I had straight As and taking the highest honors classes, I thought I was in. I wrote an essay that I myself was very proud of. My English teacher told me he didn’t believe I wrote it because it was so good. So there I was, full of myself, so sure that I was a future Exonian. The more I saw the video I was sent, the more I looked through the courses booklet, I felt getting more and more absorbed in the thought that I would be packing soon and taking my flight to New Hampshire. My transcripts were sent, and I had my whole future planned out. I would go to Exeter, be in the Harkness Table. Find my true inner strengths academically. Study French (because I am self-taught, but I suck) and Animal Behaviour. Go to M.I.T. to study medics for animals. Get a license. Go to Harvard. Study law. Get degree. Have a job in the Supereme court doing cool juries on Animal Rights. Even though I was 14, I had the brain of a 5-year old. This “plan” I had was equivalent to my cousin’s “I wanna be a princess” future. But I never realized this till the admission decision email. Yep, got turned down. Not even waitlisted. I can translate their “I am very sorry but honored…” to “Arrogant fool, you think this is a joke? We are THE rich people school. Go away.” Haha, I was pretty stricken. I dropped my phone (i was reading the email from it) and bawled. This was in my house, at night. I went to my parent’s room, and mom tried to console me. Didn’t work, so went to the roof of my 12 story building, and cried, looking at the moon. I didn’t know why I was crying, the shock was still settling in. Since this was thursday evening, I went to school the following Friday. I went in my pajamas, all depressed. When my friends did the usual “are you okay” rounds was when everything finally sunk in. My future, my plans, shattered. No alternate paths. Nothing in front of me, no more stepping stones. For the whole week I cried myself to sleep. But I know that this experience had matured me. If I were to be really accepted, I would never have tried my best, do things the easy way. In all honesty, I suck up to my teachers, never really study for tests, and I never did try my best for my applications. I was pushed to try harder, and I set a new goal, graduate in AT LEAST the top 10% in my middle school. I am actually going to open a book and study. I was blessed with a talent for memorizing things, but I never really used it. When I read in CC about the girl who was the class president of 900 students, captain of VA volleyball team, 99% on SSAT, I sank more into self-regret. Can you see how ashamed I would be? A mere straight A student, not trying hard, and proud of 78%. No awards, no captain, nada. I’m in yearbook, for goodness sake! So this is my review on my non-acceptance into Exeter. As they say, a blessing in disguise. I will try again to Exeter, apply to other schools with it, and actually complete applications. I also want to admit, my applications were completed a few days after the deadline, because there was a delay in transcripts. I am going to be a better and renovated applicant, someone who actually tried their BEST. Not have stupid fantasies about doing things the easy way. I am going to win awards, and be the best of best, not “good enough”. So this was my share on Exeter Admissions.</p>
<p>P.S. I would like to sincerely apologize to all the other applicants out there, to have someone as low as me be competeng with them. I promise in the future, I will be a worthy enough opponent.</p>