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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 3:15 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 3:16 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 3:42 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 4:11 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 10:55 pm
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September 15, 2012
I'm running late for an entrance exam! omg! I knew it the minute I tool a glance at the clock before we left. My dad kept trying to dodge traffic, but that is an inevitable part of these exams. There are thousands of examinees and they all probably came by car. Even the highway outside the school is packed. I saw an examinee jump out of the car and run, test permit in hand. I took the cue, jumped out, and walked fast. The several people I was walking with was worried they were late too. Everyone just seemed to be running or walking fast. Finally, I reached the high school. Sweat was dripping on my forehead. I was late. But they were gracious enough to let me in, anyway. The next 5 hours was spent answering their well-known, time pressured aptitude tests. The 25 question, 5-minute questionnaire pissed me to all ends. It was already nighttime when we finished, to my dismay. I would have liked to talk a walk through their large and nature-surrounded campus. Oh, well, better luck next visit, if ever I do pass.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 8:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 1:58 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:54 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 5:20 pm
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Emo Pankakes I e u n e i live in the Philippines though i'm Chinese c: really? that's interesting. so the school decides your admission based on your SAT score? smile what happened? unfortunately, that's not the case here. we have to take exams on every university we want to get into gonk
╔═ ☆ ⋆══════════════════════════╗ Schools don't determine your acceptance only on your SAT score, there are other things that they look into as well like your grades throughout school, letters of recommendation, and most schools have you write an essay and come in for an interview. There are also the ACTs that are required depending where in the country you want to go to school, and I am pretty sure there is a variation of the SATs for students that want to go to law school. Some schools have you take their own test as well. One of the schools I applied to didn't look at my SAT, they had me take their own test which was shorter and covered more topics.
I was accepted to a few art schools that I applied to, but I wasn't able to get enough money in loans to pay for it (an unfortunately getting loans was my only option left).
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oh, yeah, we do that here too biggrin they look into our grades in high school and sometimes we're taken for "reconsideration" and that's when interviews and more tests come we do have SATs, but it plays a very small role (or no role at all)
that's unfortunate, but i'm sure you can find a way soon enough smile
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 6:22 pm
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September 20,2012
I hopped out of the school bus and walked into school, not a high school soul in sight. That's because they are off to a field trip today. Not that I wanted to go, I actually didn't and so did my parents. So it was decided that I not go with them and come to school instead. I was excited about having the almost the whole school to myself. No lines to wait for in the canteen; no usual routine; no high schooler roaming in large packs that block the way. And a day in the library proved to be more interesting. It contained books that i recognized from my former school which gave me a dose of nostalgia. I spent some time looking for books I've read and loved as a child before the teacher came in with a list of seat-works to do. Since all high school teachers went with the field trip, she was assigned to look over me the whole day. At first, I didn't know how I'd be able to finish them in time, but as the day progressed, I finished them all, one subject at a time. I said goodbye to my teacher, Solomon (who also stayed in school), and to a day that gave me a huge treasure chest filled with the old and new: new acquaintances and nostalgic elements and memories. I had no regrets of missing my last high school field trip c:
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 10:29 pm
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October 11, 2012
Today is my crushes' birthday. I would never forget that. Every year, on this day, I would go open up my secret stash of memories and reread his letters to me. I would walk through the corridors at school and remember the times we spent together. Times that we and our friends considered precious and special. I'd remember and laugh at how I had confessed to him. I remember everything too vividly. When it was dismissal time and how he had pestered me who my love was. How sweaty and fidgety I was then and how he reacted to my confession -- by blushing and then facepalming. I was heartbroken then only to be surprised on the end of the school year with a written confession from him. How he gave me flowers, called my house, called me cute. How he smiled genuinely when I said goodbye to him that last day of school, which served as our farewell to each other. I never saw him again. He moved to a country on a different continent.
It was my turn to transfer to a different school last year. That's where I met him. He was part of the school basketball team, popular, and handsome. He was the same age as I was, but got pushed back one year in school levels. He was friendly enough to break the walls of my shyness and I grew to like him. He's the reason why I chose to spend my senior year there, to get to know him more. He seemed to like me too, but we soon drifted apart. He was too much a player. Handsome and beautiful people are sometimes like that. I was too afraid to get hurt so I pulled back.
Ironically, they both share the same birthday. I greeted neither today.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 10:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 9:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 4:50 pm
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