I was at Buffalo Wild Wings eating away my tears. I’d just opened my match results and, like thousands of other Finalists, I found out that I wasn’t matched. I cried. A lot. I put hours of work into not only my QuestBridge application, but also my supplements and I somewhat felt like I got rejected. However, this truly couldn’t be further from the truth.
What I’m trying to say is that this is not at all a time of grief or sorrow. We should be immensely proud of our peers who have been matched, and, likewise, they should also be very supportive for non-matched Finalists looking ahead to the Regular Decision and Early Action/Decision processes. Continue reading →
Notifications still hadn’t been released when the bell rang, or when I sat on the bus on the way home, or even as I walked up to my front door. I refreshed the QB application portal one more time (sorry QB, I know that all of the refreshing crashed your homepage) as I stood on my front porch. I sighed as there was still no update, reminding myself of the promise that they would in fact be released by the end of the day as I dug into my jacket pocket for my house key. It wasn’t there. Puzzled, I performed a basic pat down on myself. It wasn’t in the other pocket, the pockets on my jeans, in my purse, or in my backpack. I scolded myself. How could I let this happen on such a day? And it was raining. Continue reading →
I cried like a child on December 1, but I wasn’t crying because I didn’t match; I cried because I was so happy for everyone. (Masculinity may be fragile but so are my emotions.) I’ve met a million wonderful people through QuestBridge, people I wish I’d met a million years before. And seeing their success—their hard work and the way they powered through lives that weren’t picture-perfect—pay off in such a grand fashion made me feel that much more special, because I’d become a part of their story the way they’d become a part of mine. Continue reading →
There was an entire shelf stacked with puzzles in my second grade classroom. The mental image of running over and grabbing a puzzle (preferably a Strawberry Shortcake puzzle), finding a seat on the bright red alphabet carpet, and spilling the dozens of cardboard pieces onto the space in front of me is vivid enough to have happened yesterday.
My teacher eventually caught onto the class hobby, and began purchasing puzzles in duplicates so that more than one person could work on the same puzzle at the same time. However, we took it in a direction that I doubt she ever anticipated: extreme puzzle races. Continue reading →
Hello, it’s me. I’ve been wondering if after all these years of working towards college by freaking out over supplements and drowning in difficult coursework and extracurriculars, you’d like to talk about almost being done.
Adele aside, I think I’m speaking for most of us when I say that four years of staying up late to finish internship paperwork and study for eight midterms is finally taking its toll. Continue reading →
People love expressing thanks. Thanks for polite gestures, good health, and many other things. As Thanksgiving is upon us, I want to talk about something that often isn’t appreciated enough, or given thanks for, and that is education.
For millions, education is a privilege and ultimate path to freedom. For others, it’s something that’s taken to be ordinary, making it underappreciated at times. For myself, education surpasses predetermined boundaries of socioeconomic status or commitments to jobs and other activities. Education is a gift in its true essence; it allows individuals to liberate themselves from their situations and to pursue their passions. Continue reading →
A ridge is basically a sturdy and mountainous hill. But for me and many of my peers, we’ve had a backbone-like ridge that has shaped our academic aspirations and hopes for not only gaining acceptance to, but also affording a quality education at top colleges in the U.S.
That ridge, as you may have guessed, is QuestBridge.
I first learned about QuestBridge from a now Quest Scholar from my high school (Hillcrest) in Jamaica, Queens. Tasnim Fairabi is now a Quest Scholar at Yale and, through her words of encouragement, I applied to and was named a College Prep Scholar earlier this year. Continue reading →
Achievement is awkward for me. First of all, the word just sounds weird. “Uh-cheev-ment.” Who decided to throw those sounds together? Plus, I’ve always had a really hard time coming to terms with it. I’ve done a lot of great things, but have I achieved anything? Are my accomplishments grand enough to be considered achievements? Or even accomplishments, for that matter? I find the concept tremendously confusing. Am I alone here?
There’s no questioning what I hope to achieve, though. I’ve had my mind set on it for years. Everything that I’ve “achieved” so far has been merely a step toward it. Continue reading →
So right now, I’m in the midst of “the college process”—a euphemism for near-psychotic levels of panic and self-doubt if there ever was one. Rewind a fair bit to the weeks before the National College Match application was due, and you’ll find an awkwardly tall senior with unruly hair hunched over a computer, stressing. Yeah, it’s me, and as of that moment I had a million pages open on my computer. They ranged from word processors with essay drafts and outlines to the CollegeBoard website, where I was taking screenshots of test scores I wasn’t happy with for an application to a program I wanted (so, so badly) but wasn’t sure I’d even make. Continue reading →