"What? like it's hard?"-Elle Woods.
So often--SO so so often, I do really stupid things. It became a catch-phrase with my best friend in DC, whenever I would do one of these really stupid things, he'd say (affectionately), "...and you got into Harvard."
I forgot to screw in the gas tank lid on a rental car for a good few hours before someone brought it to my attention (I didn't even notice. Who knows how long it would have stayed like that? Days? Weeks?)
"...and you got into Harvard"
Or when I couldn't fill up my water bottle from the drinking spout, and my friend suggested I open the top...
"...and you got into Harvard"
Or when I put in a work order because my door wasn't locking correctly. The repair guy asked to see my key, "well, the key won't do any good, cause it just won't lock when you shut the door." then he turned the deadbolt, and said, "you thought it locked automatically, huh?"
"It's moments like this I have to remind myself I got into this school."
The repair man chuckled, "You people can split an atom, but you can't figure out how to lock your own door."
Sometimes, in my blondest moments, I think, "how on earth did they let some dunce like me into this school? Harvard Schmarvard."
But sometimes I'll be walking through campus, and get hit with this overwhelming rush of amazement and humility.
I live here. I will be attending this school. By some unbelievable, magnanimous, divine miracle (s), I got into Harvard, I am going to Harvard. With all my quirks, shortcomings, lack-of-knowledge, I have the opportunity to be a part of this incredible legacy, community, and education. I feel so incredibly blessed.
I can't even begin to describe my gratitude. Remarkable, ineffable amounts of gratitude.
Thank you to everyone who supported and encouraged this crazy dream. RP, for listening to the essay 86 times, and to every anxiety attack thereafter. To my mother, who never let me forget my (outlandish) dream, five years ago, to one day go to this school. My father, who at every chance reminds me I'm a fake imposter.
The Ed School Motto: Learn to Change the World.
I promise I will work as hard as I can to do exactly that, and to contribute to the legacy that's here.
Because for all my blonde moments later, I am so humbled, grateful, and thrilled! I am going to Harvard!
So often--SO so so often, I do really stupid things. It became a catch-phrase with my best friend in DC, whenever I would do one of these really stupid things, he'd say (affectionately), "...and you got into Harvard."
I forgot to screw in the gas tank lid on a rental car for a good few hours before someone brought it to my attention (I didn't even notice. Who knows how long it would have stayed like that? Days? Weeks?)
"...and you got into Harvard"
Or when I couldn't fill up my water bottle from the drinking spout, and my friend suggested I open the top...
"...and you got into Harvard"
Or when I put in a work order because my door wasn't locking correctly. The repair guy asked to see my key, "well, the key won't do any good, cause it just won't lock when you shut the door." then he turned the deadbolt, and said, "you thought it locked automatically, huh?"
"It's moments like this I have to remind myself I got into this school."
The repair man chuckled, "You people can split an atom, but you can't figure out how to lock your own door."
Sometimes, in my blondest moments, I think, "how on earth did they let some dunce like me into this school? Harvard Schmarvard."
But sometimes I'll be walking through campus, and get hit with this overwhelming rush of amazement and humility.
I live here. I will be attending this school. By some unbelievable, magnanimous, divine miracle (s), I got into Harvard, I am going to Harvard. With all my quirks, shortcomings, lack-of-knowledge, I have the opportunity to be a part of this incredible legacy, community, and education. I feel so incredibly blessed.
I can't even begin to describe my gratitude. Remarkable, ineffable amounts of gratitude.
Thank you to everyone who supported and encouraged this crazy dream. RP, for listening to the essay 86 times, and to every anxiety attack thereafter. To my mother, who never let me forget my (outlandish) dream, five years ago, to one day go to this school. My father, who at every chance reminds me I'm a fake imposter.
The Ed School Motto: Learn to Change the World.
I promise I will work as hard as I can to do exactly that, and to contribute to the legacy that's here.
Because for all my blonde moments later, I am so humbled, grateful, and thrilled! I am going to Harvard!