Untold Untruths

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Poopscoop | June 2nd, 2007 at 10:41 pm

Where do u think I could get in with these scores

800 M
800 CR
800 W

SAT II
790 IIC
790 BIO
800 World History

I have loads of EC including winning state championship. I also have a 4.3 weighted GPA

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Theron | March 19th, 2007 at 8:40 pm

Hi, I’m posting because I have two worries concerning college applications, one of which concerns SAT scores.

1)In the Sat I received a score of 2220, with 800 in Writing and 800 in Critical Reading but 620 in Maths. I am planning to apply to the top colleges in America, and am therefore wondering if I should retake the SAT in the hope of receiving a higher Maths score, as I realise it’s below average for a top university...

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CDA | February 23rd, 2007 at 1:52 pm

LoL, well my scores are:
Critical Reading: 680
Maths: 780
Writing: 700
Combined = 2160

SAT II scores:
Math Level II - 800
Physics - 780
Chemistry - 760

I wanna get MIT or Harvard!!! (i have loads of extracurriculars too). But it seems my scores are only average, damn! And to ashdk - we have every right to complain if we don’t make the college we want even if we have scores of 700+ in some subjects. And im from AUSTRALIA btw, so anyone noe wat my chances are like?

Just kill me.

You're always out late.
You don't care enough to prevent late night phone calls.
You don't seem to remember that I have to get up early as fuck in the morning.
You're not bothered that airy phone kisses predominate our precious little phone calls.
You don't get hints and sweet-talk me the way I keep wishing you would.
Your promises take years to fulfill, if ever at all.
You almost never take initiative to do anything.
You never get things done.
You're always late.
You're unreliable.

So why should I keep composing and telling you the sweet things you like to hear? Why should I always call you to find out you're not home and then wait till after midnight for your call? Why should I text you in the middle of the day whenever I feel love and affection for you? Why should I keep you happy? Why should I swallow my impatience and hurt to accommodate our happiness? Why should I suppress every attraction I feel toward other guys in blind loyalty to you?

And you're going to tell me that I'm right, you're not good enough and that we should break up. You've said it before. You'll never say you'll try harder because we both know this is who you are and you're probably never going to change.

With you, my dreams will never come true.
With you, the next phone call will come in at 1am.
With you, I'm either going to have to give up or give in.

Was reading past posts and GOD, my writing's so sloppy now. Maybe it's the lack of sleep :( Holidays really rust up the brain.

I think I need a sort of rehash.

Was reading Caleen's blog, and there was this 1 post where she had a mission statement in life. At first I felt it was an echo of who I really wanted to be deep deep down inside, but then I realized that that wasn't true: that wasn't who I really want to be. It made me wonder about who I DO really want to be, but then I realized that I don't have a clear idea.

Here's to my sort-of mission statement - my ideal Krys. Humorous and cheerful. Friendly but with personality. To exude self-confidence and to be welcomed wherever she goes. More of my old self: expressive and loud, never keeping opinions to herself but sharing them with the world. Thick-skinned, never afraid of failing and looking like a fool.

Want to be more driven, like Kelvin. More responsible and more reliable. (Wonder if that will ever come to pass.) More creative, more imaginative, more daring and more bold.

Mm. Better work on this 1 thing at a time.

I will never be Cow's Clare.

Not so much because I don't love him in that way - because I like to think that I do - but because I hate waiting and the fact that he doesn't seem to care what time I plan to sleep sometimes just pisses me off.

Clare is a beautiful, sweet martyr, and admire her as much as I do, I'm really not cut out for her role and I can't say I care that I don't.

I should wait if I love him enough, shouldn't I? Allowances should be made for our dearly beloved.

But the fact of the matter is: There's no point in waiting, really. Because by the time he finally calls, or is free to call, that bubbly love-to-share feeling has already evaporated into a sullen, vacuum-like vapour.

The fact is I might have had a wonderful day, but if he's not around to share it with me...

Everything sucks.

The first time I read The Bell Jar, I didn't like it. The setting was depressing, the protaganist came across as some overly PMS-ed depression junkie, and the plot was the sort that made you wonder when the book would end.

But now that we're actually studying it for English, I'm beginning to see it in a completely different light. The beauty of the book lies in the writing, and the depiction of depression. If you think about it, if you gaze long enough at every line and savour the different moods and flavours it slowly fills you with - the depression actually becomes quite beautiful. Depression being beautiful? Krys must be completely off her rocker - but it's true.

Learnt some really interesting things here in ISKL. You know how I've always grumbled about how I didn't get why some books were considered literature? And why some art were considered masterpieces? How do you KNOW? How should I be looking at this book, or painting? What is it that you see in this creation that's so great?

Can't say I know yet. But I feel as though I'm on the way there :) It's a beautiful, wonderful feeling to be able to look at a piece of writing and slowly discover why it is good, and to look at a painting and be able to formulate some opinion.

After 17 years of so-called education - I finally feel like I'm learning how to see.

I want to start with: "after one month of haute couture and steamy catwalks," but I can't because it was hardly any of that. Mostly it was a shabby reproduction of what we keep seeing on television, only we couldn't "watch ourselves watch ourselves on the little monitor", mercy. Not to say I didn't enjoy myself, because I really did. Everyone enjoys the glamour of spotlight, and the sound of chanting crowds. It's a heady rush and not everyone can afford to not enjoy themselves being crowned Ms KDU. Muahahhaha.

But I just read Invisible Monsters and it makes me wonder at the affectedness of it all.

Don't think I understood much of the book. Palahniuk writes about that "fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention" and I'm feeling a little of that now, only I think I rushed through because I don't even know where I should've been paying attention :/

God give me wisdom!!