Top Law Schools

HorseThief wrote:FWIW, admits last year came out on Wed. Jan. 30th, Wed. Feb. 6th, and Thurs. Feb. 7th, while denials landed on Fri. Feb. 8th.

In the previous year, admits were all over the place, and denials came during the first 1.5 weeks of Feb.

*Info from mylsn and last year's thread.

**page 180

midwest17 wrote:

HorseThief wrote:FWIW, admits last year came out on Wed. Jan. 30th, Wed. Feb. 6th, and Thurs. Feb. 7th, while denials landed on Fri. Feb. 8th.

In the previous year, admits were all over the place, and denials came during the first 1.5 weeks of Feb.

*Info from mylsn and last year's thread.

**page 180

I get excited when I see information like this

Then I remember I haven't submitted yet.

bee wrote:

neprep wrote:

bee wrote:

bbkk wrote:Still working on the 250...Hope to get it done by this week!

ive gotten through half of like 3 different 250s already its fucking hard, man.

The Yale 250 was by far the most exciting part of the app process. I mean you can literally write about anything.

see but thats the hard part TOO MANY CHOICES.

bbkk wrote: Btw, this thread is awfully quiet.

PotenC wrote:Anybody got that packet from Yale with the sample PSs and 250s? I've read through them and while they're all really good, this one 250 (which I've copied word for word below) is honestly some of the best writing I've read, period. Makes me feel woefully inadequate. I wonder if it was written by a published novelist or something. Just wanted to share, haha.

They flew in, parabolic, with the wind that blows in November. There was a yellow dust warning that day. It will come from the west. Today, at least, stay indoors.

One, two, ten, twenty. One hundred shells. Two hundred. Whistling in from the north to slam into an island two hours away by car. I pressed mute and watched in silence, alone in my apartment perched atop a mountain in Seoul.

Two Marines dead - 21 and 19. Their baby faces stained the papers. Enlistment in the Marines jumped six-fold the following week.

My baby cousin's clothes were sent home from his barracks in August, one week after his mother shaved his head and cried. He was sent somewhere near the DMZ because he's tall, good-looking and athletic. It's supposed to intimidate the North Koreans. Baby cousin sent a letter. "The army's a lot of waiting around for four hours to do something for ten minutes. It's kind of like Six Flags while holding a big gun."

I opened the Times. "We shouldn't attack them, because I can remember when we were like them, poor and eating out of cans. But if we give them any more money, they'll use it to kill us." Biting the hand that feeds you. Feeding the rage that kills you.

Most have returned to their exploded homes. Where else would we go, they with say a laugh.

On a clear afternoon in November, bright pink and black and red plumes rose, languid, from mini-craters like noxious pockmarks in the ground. They have faded now, carried away by the wind that brings the yellow dust from the west.

scoobers wrote:I'm gonna apply to yale today.

I'm also going to data collect.

I also may finish this jar of nutella.

PotenC wrote: They flew in, parabolic, with the wind that blows in November. There was a yellow dust warning that day. It will come from the west. Today, at least, stay indoors.

One, two, ten, twenty. One hundred shells. Two hundred. Whistling in from the north to slam into an island two hours away by car. I pressed mute and watched in silence, alone in my apartment perched atop a mountain in Seoul.

Two Marines dead - 21 and 19. Their baby faces stained the papers. Enlistment in the Marines jumped six-fold the following week.

My baby cousin's clothes were sent home from his barracks in August, one week after his mother shaved his head and cried. He was sent somewhere near the DMZ because he's tall, good-looking and athletic. It's supposed to intimidate the North Koreans. Baby cousin sent a letter. "The army's a lot of waiting around for four hours to do something for ten minutes. It's kind of like Six Flags while holding a big gun."

I opened the Times. "We shouldn't attack them, because I can remember when we were like them, poor and eating out of cans. But if we give them any more money, they'll use it to kill us." Biting the hand that feeds you. Feeding the rage that kills you.

Most have returned to their exploded homes. Where else would we go, they with say a laugh.

On a clear afternoon in November, bright pink and black and red plumes rose, languid, from mini-craters like noxious pockmarks in the ground. They have faded now, carried away by the wind that brings the yellow dust from the west.

bbkk wrote:

PotenC wrote: They flew in, parabolic, with the wind that blows in November. There was a yellow dust warning that day. It will come from the west. Today, at least, stay indoors.

One, two, ten, twenty. One hundred shells. Two hundred. Whistling in from the north to slam into an island two hours away by car. I pressed mute and watched in silence, alone in my apartment perched atop a mountain in Seoul.

Two Marines dead - 21 and 19. Their baby faces stained the papers. Enlistment in the Marines jumped six-fold the following week.

My baby cousin's clothes were sent home from his barracks in August, one week after his mother shaved his head and cried. He was sent somewhere near the DMZ because he's tall, good-looking and athletic. It's supposed to intimidate the North Koreans. Baby cousin sent a letter. "The army's a lot of waiting around for four hours to do something for ten minutes. It's kind of like Six Flags while holding a big gun."

I opened the Times. "We shouldn't attack them, because I can remember when we were like them, poor and eating out of cans. But if we give them any more money, they'll use it to kill us." Biting the hand that feeds you. Feeding the rage that kills you.

Most have returned to their exploded homes. Where else would we go, they with say a laugh.

On a clear afternoon in November, bright pink and black and red plumes rose, languid, from mini-craters like noxious pockmarks in the ground. They have faded now, carried away by the wind that brings the yellow dust from the west.

This is definitely great, but...273 words? I guess you CAN exceed the 250 word limit after all, if your writing is THIS good.

scoobers wrote:

bbkk wrote:

PotenC wrote: They flew in, parabolic, with the wind that blows in November. There was a yellow dust warning that day. It will come from the west. Today, at least, stay indoors.

One, two, ten, twenty. One hundred shells. Two hundred. Whistling in from the north to slam into an island two hours away by car. I pressed mute and watched in silence, alone in my apartment perched atop a mountain in Seoul.

Two Marines dead - 21 and 19. Their baby faces stained the papers. Enlistment in the Marines jumped six-fold the following week.

My baby cousin's clothes were sent home from his barracks in August, one week after his mother shaved his head and cried. He was sent somewhere near the DMZ because he's tall, good-looking and athletic. It's supposed to intimidate the North Koreans. Baby cousin sent a letter. "The army's a lot of waiting around for four hours to do something for ten minutes. It's kind of like Six Flags while holding a big gun."

I opened the Times. "We shouldn't attack them, because I can remember when we were like them, poor and eating out of cans. But if we give them any more money, they'll use it to kill us." Biting the hand that feeds you. Feeding the rage that kills you.

Most have returned to their exploded homes. Where else would we go, they with say a laugh.

On a clear afternoon in November, bright pink and black and red plumes rose, languid, from mini-craters like noxious pockmarks in the ground. They have faded now, carried away by the wind that brings the yellow dust from the west.

This is definitely great, but...273 words? I guess you CAN exceed the 250 word limit after all, if your writing is THIS good.

OMG you would <3

bbkk wrote:

PotenC wrote: They flew in, parabolic, with the wind that blows in November. There was a yellow dust warning that day. It will come from the west. Today, at least, stay indoors.

One, two, ten, twenty. One hundred shells. Two hundred. Whistling in from the north to slam into an island two hours away by car. I pressed mute and watched in silence, alone in my apartment perched atop a mountain in Seoul.

Two Marines dead - 21 and 19. Their baby faces stained the papers. Enlistment in the Marines jumped six-fold the following week.

My baby cousin's clothes were sent home from his barracks in August, one week after his mother shaved his head and cried. He was sent somewhere near the DMZ because he's tall, good-looking and athletic. It's supposed to intimidate the North Koreans. Baby cousin sent a letter. "The army's a lot of waiting around for four hours to do something for ten minutes. It's kind of like Six Flags while holding a big gun."

I opened the Times. "We shouldn't attack them, because I can remember when we were like them, poor and eating out of cans. But if we give them any more money, they'll use it to kill us." Biting the hand that feeds you. Feeding the rage that kills you.

Most have returned to their exploded homes. Where else would we go, they with say a laugh.

On a clear afternoon in November, bright pink and black and red plumes rose, languid, from mini-craters like noxious pockmarks in the ground. They have faded now, carried away by the wind that brings the yellow dust from the west.

This is definitely great, but...273 words? I guess you CAN exceed the 250 word limit after all, if your writing is THIS good.

PotenC wrote:
They flew in, parabolic, with the wind that blows in November. There was a yellow dust warning that day. It will come from the west. Today, at least, stay indoors.

One, two, ten, twenty. One hundred shells. Two hundred. Whistling in from the north to slam into an island two hours away by car. I pressed mute and watched in silence, alone in my apartment perched atop a mountain in Seoul.

Two Marines dead - 21 and 19. Their baby faces stained the papers. Enlistment in the Marines jumped six-fold the following week.

My baby cousin's clothes were sent home from his barracks in August, one week after his mother shaved his head and cried. He was sent somewhere near the DMZ because he's tall, good-looking and athletic. It's supposed to intimidate the North Koreans. Baby cousin sent a letter. "The army's a lot of waiting around for four hours to do something for ten minutes. It's kind of like Six Flags while holding a big gun."

I opened the Times. "We shouldn't attack them, because I can remember when we were like them, poor and eating out of cans. But if we give them any more money, they'll use it to kill us." Biting the hand that feeds you. Feeding the rage that kills you.

Most have returned to their exploded homes. Where else would we go, they with say a laugh.

On a clear afternoon in November, bright pink and black and red plumes rose, languid, from mini-craters like noxious pockmarks in the ground. They have faded now, carried away by the wind that brings the yellow dust from the west.

HorseThief wrote: I guess it's just me, but I don't like this for a 250. Assuming the author really was in Seoul, it's a frustrating example because how many of us were bystanders in Korea during the war? And if the author wasn't in Seoul and it's just fiction, then it seems irrelevant to the application. I'm no Asha, but I think 250's should tell something more about the author than 'I can write poetically.' What do we learn about the author's character from this 250? Not a whole lot.

5/10 would not submit.

The-Specs wrote:

HorseThief wrote: I guess it's just me, but I don't like this for a 250. Assuming the author really was in Seoul, it's a frustrating example because how many of us were bystanders in Korea during the war? And if the author wasn't in Seoul and it's just fiction, then it seems irrelevant to the application. I'm no Asha, but I think 250's should tell something more about the author than 'I can write poetically.' What do we learn about the author's character from this 250? Not a whole lot.

5/10 would not submit.

Couldn't agree with you more HorseThief. I won't pretend that my writing is more beautiful than this example but I think the 250 can achieve a lot of different things. It may be that this was the perfect 250 (minus the fact that it went over the word limit) for this applicant but I think it would have been a terrible one for me (not just in content because I obviously didn't have this experience but in its tone and style).

So, while I think this is beautiful writing I don't think this a great prototype for almost anyone. The one thing I do like about it is its disregard for the standard essay format (intro, body, conclusion). The 250 can be so liberating if you get out of that box.

While I say this I really don't know how good my own 250 was, though, to be honest, I felt like it is probably the best piece of writing I have ever produced…so all the more telling when I am summarily rejected from Yale.

Howl wrote:Sooooo after weeks and weeks of procrastinating, just decided to check out the Yale app today. I am mucho confused by the attachments section. Should we just not submit a resume if all the info would go in the other attachments anyway?

Howl wrote:Sooooo after weeks and weeks of procrastinating, just decided to check out the Yale app today. I am mucho confused by the attachments section. Should we just not submit a resume if all the info would go in the other attachments anyway?

crazyrobin wrote:
I look forward to reading it!!!!!