Sweaty jocks and pet death
I saw an ad in The New Yorker for someone who will help your high-school student to write that dreaded college admissions essay
With that in mind, here from my own school's alumni magazine is an Admissions Department insider's view of that genre.
I wonder why they admitted me, though. As I recall, I wrote part of an essay, became frustrated, cut it off abruptly, and made up the balance by including some of my "brilliant" high-school poetry. Maybe they had a "rebellious poet" slot open.
With that in mind, here from my own school's alumni magazine is an Admissions Department insider's view of that genre.
I wonder why they admitted me, though. As I recall, I wrote part of an essay, became frustrated, cut it off abruptly, and made up the balance by including some of my "brilliant" high-school poetry. Maybe they had a "rebellious poet" slot open.
posted by Chas S. Clifton at 1:56 PM Permalink
3 Comments:
Did you see Helen's link to some shiny- toothed people who will get you into Oxbridge?
Yes, indeed. Synchronicity strikes again.
Oh go on Chas, post some of your high-school poetry...
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