TOMaHULK wrote:Signed,
I don't really hate you, please reconsider.
Priceless!
TOMaHULK wrote:Signed,
I don't really hate you, please reconsider.
msu1077 wrote:TOMaHULK wrote:Signed,
I don't really hate you, please reconsider.
Priceless!
LilMonsterAnnie wrote:Thank you Dean Tom for the kind email – even if it did land in my inbox.
I am personally CRUSHED as my numbers and softs are exactly what you are looking for. I have listened repeatedly to people say how ‘holistic’ you are and how much you embrace 'diversity', but you have proved to me you do not subscribe to either one.
I am willing to grow hair under my armpits, kiss girls (and like it) and never shave my legs again (or my pooty). I will engage in the saving of whales, ants and the gerbil next door. I will help to feed small children and old people from remote 3rd world countries and find a cure for cancer. I will sell my SUV and learn to ride a bike again. I will give freely to all the panhandlers on the fringes of campus. I will volunteer to help the poor law librarian next fall when all the incoming 1Ls enter. I will promise to spread love and happiness to all who enter my presence. I will promise to eat at Chez Panisse, eat granola daily, shun all meat and embrace vegetarianism. I will overlook how rude the 2 & 3Ls are and give them all hugs – daily.
If ONLY you would change your mind *sniff*
I would like to slam you into next year. However, I cannot. You were one of my top schools and I am devastated.
Now. Would you like to send me a fifth of Stoli for that $75.00 I spent? I need to drink myself into oblivion as I lie on my bed and sob tonight.
I will also pass this bottle around to my fellow TLS Berkeley Ding friends.
Thanks Dean Tom. You are the BEST.
From LilMonster(LOSER)Annie
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Birdlaw wrote:Dear Boston College,
Thank you for sending your rejection letter to my permanent address instead of the house that I actually live at. It was a lovely surprise to receive a phone call from my parents who informed me of your lovely mail. My family was quite eager and anxious to see what you had sent. Like Admiral Ackbar, I knew this was a trap, but failed to warn my parents of the almost certain doom that was inside the envelope. Again, I thank you for the experience of hearing my family become disappointed.
P.S. Thank you for showing a fellow Jesuit some love.
amkid100 wrote:Dear Chicago,
Despite your professed intellectual environment, the lone UChicago student I know spent most of his time in UG 1) in his frat, 2) getting wasted or snorting coke in his frat, or 3) talking about getting wasted or snorting coke, in his frat or elsewhere.
I, on the other hand, more prudently balanced my academics with getting wasted, and achieved a BETTER GPA and LSAT score than he.
I will take my love of learning elsewhere.
-amkid
masochist wrote:amkid100 wrote:Dear Chicago,
Despite your professed intellectual environment, the lone UChicago student I know spent most of his time in UG 1) in his frat, 2) getting wasted or snorting coke in his frat, or 3) talking about getting wasted or snorting coke, in his frat or elsewhere.
I, on the other hand, more prudently balanced my academics with getting wasted, and achieved a BETTER GPA and LSAT score than he.
I will take my love of learning elsewhere.
-amkid
This person must have been the single most interesting person to attend Chicago as an UG. He still sounds like a douche, but he might have been less of a douche than the typical U of C undergrad.
I once went to a U of C undergrad party; there was a roll your own vegetarian sushi bar and an insufficient amount of cheap red wine. The only music was some sort of light jazz world music crap. Most of the conversations were painfully obvious attempts to protect the students' fragile egos from the intolerable narcissistic injury of not being as smart as someone (anyone) else. All of them came to U of C only because they were rejected by better schools. A smelly girl tried to flirt with me, but she mostly made me feel uncomfortable in the "bad touch" way. Festivities ended before midnight because all of the people from outside of Hyde Park had to make the last metra train. We could have walked to the red line, but then we would have been killed since U of C was surrounded on all sides by a gang-infested post-industrial wasteland.
Don't go to Hyde Park to learn anything or to have any fun. If you would like to buy crack, an unregistered firearm, or bland vegetarian food, then it is the place to be.
Needless to say, they rejected me as well. Consider this the intro to my forthcoming ding bar contribution.
masochist wrote:Needless to say, they rejected me as well. Consider this the intro to my forthcoming ding bar contribution.
masochist wrote:amkid100 wrote:Dear Chicago,
Despite your professed intellectual environment, the lone UChicago student I know spent most of his time in UG 1) in his frat, 2) getting wasted or snorting coke in his frat, or 3) talking about getting wasted or snorting coke, in his frat or elsewhere.
I, on the other hand, more prudently balanced my academics with getting wasted, and achieved a BETTER GPA and LSAT score than he.
I will take my love of learning elsewhere.
-amkid
This person must have been the single most interesting person to attend Chicago as an UG. He still sounds like a douche, but he might have been less of a douche than the typical U of C undergrad.
I once went to a U of C undergrad party; there was a roll your own vegetarian sushi bar and an insufficient amount of cheap red wine. The only music was some sort of light jazz world music crap. Most of the conversations were painfully obvious attempts to protect the students' fragile egos from the intolerable narcissistic injury of not being as smart as someone (anyone) else. All of them came to U of C only because they were rejected by better schools. A smelly girl tried to flirt with me, but she mostly made me feel uncomfortable in the "bad touch" way. Festivities ended before midnight because all of the people from outside of Hyde Park had to make the last metra train. We could have walked to the red line, but then we would have been killed since U of C was surrounded on all sides by a gang-infested post-industrial wasteland.
Don't go to Hyde Park to learn anything or to have any fun. If you would like to buy crack, an unregistered firearm, or bland vegetarian food, then it is the place to be.
Needless to say, they rejected me as well. Consider this the intro to my forthcoming ding bar contribution.
masochist wrote:amkid100 wrote:Dear Chicago,
Despite your professed intellectual environment, the lone UChicago student I know spent most of his time in UG 1) in his frat, 2) getting wasted or snorting coke in his frat, or 3) talking about getting wasted or snorting coke, in his frat or elsewhere.
I, on the other hand, more prudently balanced my academics with getting wasted, and achieved a BETTER GPA and LSAT score than he.
I will take my love of learning elsewhere.
-amkid
This person must have been the single most interesting person to attend Chicago as an UG. He still sounds like a douche, but he might have been less of a douche than the typical U of C undergrad.
I once went to a U of C undergrad party; there was a roll your own vegetarian sushi bar and an insufficient amount of cheap red wine. The only music was some sort of light jazz world music crap. Most of the conversations were painfully obvious attempts to protect the students' fragile egos from the intolerable narcissistic injury of not being as smart as someone (anyone) else. All of them came to U of C only because they were rejected by better schools. A smelly girl tried to flirt with me, but she mostly made me feel uncomfortable in the "bad touch" way. Festivities ended before midnight because all of the people from outside of Hyde Park had to make the last metra train. We could have walked to the red line, but then we would have been killed since U of C was surrounded on all sides by a gang-infested post-industrial wasteland.
Don't go to Hyde Park to learn anything or to have any fun. If you would like to buy crack, an unregistered firearm, or bland vegetarian food, then it is the place to be.
Needless to say, they rejected me as well. Consider this the intro to my forthcoming ding bar contribution.
Kinderby wrote:masochist wrote:Needless to say, they rejected me as well. Consider this the intro to my forthcoming ding bar contribution.
I certainly don't hope you get more rejections, but I definitely want you to contribute more to the ding bar.
masochist wrote:amkid100 wrote:Dear Chicago,
Despite your professed intellectual environment, the lone UChicago student I know spent most of his time in UG 1) in his frat, 2) getting wasted or snorting coke in his frat, or 3) talking about getting wasted or snorting coke, in his frat or elsewhere.
I, on the other hand, more prudently balanced my academics with getting wasted, and achieved a BETTER GPA and LSAT score than he.
I will take my love of learning elsewhere.
-amkid
This person must have been the single most interesting person to attend Chicago as an UG. He still sounds like a douche, but he might have been less of a douche than the typical U of C undergrad.
I once went to a U of C undergrad party; there was a roll your own vegetarian sushi bar and an insufficient amount of cheap red wine. The only music was some sort of light jazz world music crap. Most of the conversations were painfully obvious attempts to protect the students' fragile egos from the intolerable narcissistic injury of not being as smart as someone (anyone) else. All of them came to U of C only because they were rejected by better schools. A smelly girl tried to flirt with me, but she mostly made me feel uncomfortable in the "bad touch" way. Festivities ended before midnight because all of the people from outside of Hyde Park had to make the last metra train. We could have walked to the red line, but then we would have been killed since U of C was surrounded on all sides by a gang-infested post-industrial wasteland.
Don't go to Hyde Park to learn anything or to have any fun. If you would like to buy crack, an unregistered firearm, or bland vegetarian food, then it is the place to be.
Needless to say, they rejected me as well. Consider this the intro to my forthcoming ding bar contribution.
masochist wrote:Kinderby wrote:masochist wrote:Needless to say, they rejected me as well. Consider this the intro to my forthcoming ding bar contribution.
I certainly don't hope you get more rejections, but I definitely want you to contribute more to the ding bar.
I foolishly applied to Harvard and Berkeley. More rejections are definately in the works. I doubt I'll be able to be quite as rageful about those, unfortunately. Rejection at U of C = probably moving out of Chicago + the likely end of my relationship with my girlfriend + moving away from all of my really good friends + the sting of being told that I am not quite good enough. I am pissed (perhaps unfairly), and I intend to express my anger in the most childish way possible.
Be warned, U of C. Internetz vengence will be mine.
masochist wrote:
I once went to a U of C undergrad party; there was a roll your own vegetarian sushi bar and an insufficient amount of cheap red wine. The only music was some sort of light jazz world music crap. Most of the conversations were painfully obvious attempts to protect the students' fragile egos from the intolerable narcissistic injury of not being as smart as someone (anyone) else. All of them came to U of C only because they were rejected by better schools. A smelly girl tried to flirt with me, but she mostly made me feel uncomfortable in the "bad touch" way. Festivities ended before midnight because all of the people from outside of Hyde Park had to make the last metra train.
masochist wrote:I once went to a U of C undergrad party; there was a roll your own vegetarian sushi bar and an insufficient amount of cheap red wine. The only music was some sort of light jazz world music crap. Most of the conversations were painfully obvious attempts to protect the students' fragile egos from the intolerable narcissistic injury of not being as smart as someone (anyone) else. All of them came to U of C only because they were rejected by better schools. A smelly girl tried to flirt with me, but she mostly made me feel uncomfortable in the "bad touch" way. Festivities ended before midnight because all of the people from outside of Hyde Park had to make the last metra train.
dabears1 wrote:Shooter wrote:LilMonsterAnnie wrote:I am willing to ... never shave my legs again (or my pooty).
What is this? I've never heard of this...
From what I was able to deduce from the movie "Jerry McGuire," pooty is something that one shouldn't shoplift.
DCLaw11 wrote:masochist wrote:I once went to a U of C undergrad party; there was a roll your own vegetarian sushi bar and an insufficient amount of cheap red wine. The only music was some sort of light jazz world music crap. Most of the conversations were painfully obvious attempts to protect the students' fragile egos from the intolerable narcissistic injury of not being as smart as someone (anyone) else. All of them came to U of C only because they were rejected by better schools. A smelly girl tried to flirt with me, but she mostly made me feel uncomfortable in the "bad touch" way. Festivities ended before midnight because all of the people from outside of Hyde Park had to make the last metra train.
Who has a roll your own veg sushi bar at a party anyways? lol--how pretentious.
At my undergrad, parties were considered awesome if they had a reggae band playing in the house or something.
paulinaporizkova wrote:DCLaw11 wrote:masochist wrote:I once went to a U of C undergrad party; there was a roll your own vegetarian sushi bar and an insufficient amount of cheap red wine. The only music was some sort of light jazz world music crap. Most of the conversations were painfully obvious attempts to protect the students' fragile egos from the intolerable narcissistic injury of not being as smart as someone (anyone) else. All of them came to U of C only because they were rejected by better schools. A smelly girl tried to flirt with me, but she mostly made me feel uncomfortable in the "bad touch" way. Festivities ended before midnight because all of the people from outside of Hyde Park had to make the last metra train.
Who has a roll your own veg sushi bar at a party anyways? lol--how pretentious.
At my undergrad, parties were considered awesome if they had a reggae band playing in the house or something.
At my undergrad, [house] parties were considered awesome only if you were 16 and went to one of the local high schools, or if you were rushing a frat. Everyone else just got fake IDs and went to the bars.
applepiecrust wrote:That was a great ding bar contribution. Northwestern should work out for you so you can stay in Chicago.
Papa Smurf wrote:Dear Illinois,
Thanks for rejecting my hail mary application (at least you were reasonably quick and nice about it...), now I don't have to think about spending 3 years pretending cornfields and department stores are just as sweet at sundown as the Rocky Mountains.
W&L, if you don't take me off the waitlist and accept me, you'll get a much nastier note.
Much love,
Papa Smurf
masochist wrote:amkid100 wrote:Dear Chicago,
Despite your professed intellectual environment, the lone UChicago student I know spent most of his time in UG 1) in his frat, 2) getting wasted or snorting coke in his frat, or 3) talking about getting wasted or snorting coke, in his frat or elsewhere.
I, on the other hand, more prudently balanced my academics with getting wasted, and achieved a BETTER GPA and LSAT score than he.
I will take my love of learning elsewhere.
-amkid
This person must have been the single most interesting person to attend Chicago as an UG. He still sounds like a douche, but he might have been less of a douche than the typical U of C undergrad.
I once went to a U of C undergrad party; there was a roll your own vegetarian sushi bar and an insufficient amount of cheap red wine. The only music was some sort of light jazz world music crap. Most of the conversations were painfully obvious attempts to protect the students' fragile egos from the intolerable narcissistic injury of not being as smart as someone (anyone) else. All of them came to U of C only because they were rejected by better schools. A smelly girl tried to flirt with me, but she mostly made me feel uncomfortable in the "bad touch" way. Festivities ended before midnight because all of the people from outside of Hyde Park had to make the last metra train. We could have walked to the red line, but then we would have been killed since U of C was surrounded on all sides by a gang-infested post-industrial wasteland.
Don't go to Hyde Park to learn anything or to have any fun. If you would like to buy crack, an unregistered firearm, or bland vegetarian food, then it is the place to be.
Needless to say, they rejected me as well. Consider this the intro to my forthcoming ding bar contribution.
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