so yale has been kocked off its pedestal, which is a good thing, because now it has a lesser way to fall if they don't want me...
went to bc and harvard today. bc was awesome. i'd never been on the campus save for a sole pc/bc hockey game back in the day. it was an absolutely gorgeous day, and the campus looked beautiful.
color by numbers
-twenty minutes from the city.
-ten T stops from fenway.
-an hour away from home (far enough away, but close enough if i ever had to come back for an emergency. which will seriously be the only reasons ill ever be coming back here.)
-ninety million dollar undergrad science center.
-thirty eight required courses over 4 years from a 3500 course selection.
-8,851 full-time undergraduates (dont ask how i remember that)
-88% acceptance rate at first choice grad (med) schools for pre med concentrators who maintain a 3.2 or higher.
-one billion dollar endowment
-range of SAT scores for middle 50 percent: 1260-1390
-multiple choice early action (= wickedfrigginawesome)
yeah. definitely doing a bit of revision as far as my list o' schools to apply to goes.
dear god. how can i forget? so, today i met my soulmate. he's a 'rising junior.' ok. he is like:: everything i wish i could be. think:: bc version of Ross 5.0
human development major (ages 0- 11) with a concentration in pre-med
minor in spanish
minor in international relations
studying abroad in protugal over the summer
took so many ap's and sat II's that he was exempt from every single core class (yes, all 10)
he was so perfect that if i was madeleine we probably would have had sex next to the superconductors and magnetic fields in the physics lab.
oh, also i went to harvard. i'm not going to apply there. that's jon's school. he would seriously put a bullet to my frontal lobe if i applied there. the scary part is i can't tell if he's kidding. (his goal for the summer is to sit under trees in the yard and look politely perplexed as he ponders an enormous textbook so that he has a chance of being in the admissions catalogue next year. dont mess.)
i did however, indulge in a t shirt. which i will wear way too often. and when people ask me about the school, i will give them the snotty harvard once-over that i witnessed today and act as though i float on a cloud of perfection and am way too good to even answer those stupid questions of mere mortal beings that do not attend harvard. i cannot wait.
actually, when the tour guide said that she's actually seen pre med students bring sleeping bags, small sustenance packages, and deoderant into one of the school's bajillion libraries, i got too scared and ran away wimpering.
wouldnt it be cool if i could temporarily borrow courtney's cloud of perfection and rise above senior year and all the applications that come along with it, never mind the 4 ap's worth of work?
can you say 'adderall'?
because i sure as hell can.