Saturday, June 27, 2015

How To Get Into College





How do I get into my dream school without taking a dozen AP's and being the president of eight clubs? That's quite a common question asked by young people today. But what if there was a way you could get into a better college than all your friends but still live life to the fullest?

I've been loving this book by Cal Newport, called How To Be A High School Superstar. It explains "a revolutionary plan to get into college by standing out (without burning out)".

Check it out here:
http://calnewport.com/books/high-school-superstar/

The book tells the stories of multiple students with average grades but not-so-average personalities.

Paraphrased from How To Be A High School Superstar:

          Let's use the example of Kara. In 2004, Kara visited a college counselor at an elite Bay Area private high school. The counselor flipped through a file containing Kara's details, and concern flashed across her face. "So, how are your grades going to be this semester?" the counselor asked.
          "Not as good as I hoped, probably some B's," Kara answered.
         Glancing down at the list of schools where Kara wanted to apply, the counselor asked, "Stanford has a ten percent acceptance rate. Do you know what that means?"
          Hesitatingly, Kara ventured, "One in ten get in?"
          "No. It means nine in ten get rejected. What makes you think you're better than nine other people?" Before Kara could respond, the counselor said pleadingly, "Kara, Stanford doesn't take students with B's."
          Kara's best friend Elizabeth was quite the opposite. She took so many AP's she might have broken the state record, and she even dropped a class because she got a B on the first quiz, and that decreased her chances of an A as a final grade. She also stayed away from classes that required creativity or natural ability, only caring about classes where she could attain an A by just raw effort.
          But Kara stayed true to herself, and when it came time to apply, she scraped together enough money to apply to twenty-one schools, as her dad refused to pay for that many schools.
          "I was freaked out that I wasn't going to get in anywhere," she recalls.
          But she did get in. In fact, she got into twenty out of twenty-one schools she applied to, including MIT, Caltech, Columbia, Cornell, Berkeley, Johns Hopkins, and, of course, Stanford.
     How did Kara shatter the unshakable confidence of the regular stressed-out students who thought stress is the only way to stand out? She was a "relaxed superstar".

          Relaxed superstars are students who live relaxed and happy lives. The topic of college admissions doesn't dominate their lives, which gives them more time to do things that will actually matter in the application process. Cal Newport notes, "Perhaps the most striking trait of these students is their happiness. Spending time with them, I have been astonished by how much they seemed to enjoy their lives."

Moral of the story: Do what makes you happy. Be genuinely interesting. Don't shut down your inner voice. And when it comes time to apply, you'll breeze through the admissions process like a superstar.



Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Part 3: The Serpent

Yes, it's been, like, forever. So why don't we jump right into Part 3 of the adventures of Zenith Whytheblanc as he prepares to find out the truth about the strange young girl.

Before you read Part 3...

Part 1: The Storm
Part 2: Zenith


          The door creaked open. Zenith stepped inside, glancing carefully about him. The shed seemed to be constructed of corrugated iron. Wet straw was strewn across the floor. The air was musty. A ray of early sunshine slanted in through the window. Dawn was breaking. He kicked the wet straw against the wall, until it formed a sort of bed. Then he went back outside and hurriedly picked up the young girl and carried her inside, closing the door behind him. As gently as possible, he lay the girl on the bed. Whirrrr... Zenith took a startled step back. He heard it again. Whirrrr... He gazed about him, searching for its source. Then he saw it. The girl's eyes were glowing a startling shade of green. Her body was surrounded by a strange mist, tinged with aquamarine. Zenith took a step back. Another step. Another step. He stretched his arms out behind him, his gaze never straying from the possessed maiden. He felt something cold and wet. It was the wall. Dropping his hands to his sides, Zenith slid to the ground. Pressing himself against the wall, he stared, petrified, as the young girl began to twist and writhe. He whimpered like a baby as he watched with wide eyes. Then suddenly everything stopped. The whirring noises, the greenish glowing, the writhing. Zenith remanied still, apprehensive and afraid. Zenith remained still. A minute passed. Two minutes. Three. Zenith took a deep breath, and slowly began inching towards the body. He crawled on all fours until he reached her body. Then he slowly stood up. Zenith struggled to see through the magical mist that surrounded her. As the mist cleared, he saw the girl's wound. But it wasn't a wound anymore. To Zenith, it looked like a sort of a nest -- a shallow indentation that didn't seem to be solid. It was more like a ripple, or half a bubble. Zenith couldn't figure out what it was, but whatever it was, it wasn't earthly. And what lay in that "nest" surprised Zenith the most. It was a snake. It slithered throught the wet straw and began to coil around Zenith's ankles.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Next time: Zenith finally gets to know the truth about the girl, but so many more questions remain unanswered.




Picture credit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=9107879