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Hi,

Just wondering what anyone thinks my chances at T14 schools may be (specifically Harvard, NYU, Columbia and Georgetown).
I have an American passport, but did not grow up here. I have two degrees, one from Sciences Po (a french institution in paris) in comparative politics with a focus in latin american politics and economies, and another from the american university in cairo in history, which i earned in two years. With the LSAC conversion (or however it is called) I have a 3.6 gpa but i was in the top 2% of my class in France. I also scored a 162 LSAT. In addition, I spent two years teaching French and English in Peru and China. I grew up in Switzerland until I was 16, and as a result speak Italian and German in addition to French, English and Arabic....and bits of mandarian and cantonese (I took language courses in China), though I am by no means fluent.
While studying in Cairo I worked at the French embassy for a year as well.

I know that my gpa and lsat are low for T14 schools, but I am looking to enter international law and was wondering if my language proficiencies might make up for my lower gpa (LSAC is cruel!! haha) and lsat....i just really do not want to sit through the exam again......

You're going to get the same response from most people on here: you really should retake. No one enjoys taking the LSAT, but if you can get your score up, it's going to completely change the set of schools for which you'll be competitive.

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with Reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Between 0%-.05%

tswiss wrote:I know that my gpa and lsat are low for T14 schools, but I am looking to enter international law and was wondering if my language proficiencies might make up for my lower gpa (LSAC is cruel!! haha) and lsat

That's a bit of an understatement - with a 3.6/162 your numbers are low for T25-30. And no, your language proficiencies won't give you any boost. Retake.

JazzOne wrote:My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

You've got a pretty good start on a Yale 250 right there

JazzOne wrote:My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Where do you come up with these stuff?

weejonbu wrote:

JazzOne wrote:My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

You've got a pretty good start on a Yale 250 right there

The above is from an Austin Powers movie. Fun stuff.

whymeohgodno wrote:

JazzOne wrote:My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Where do you come up with these stuff?

It's from Austin Powers.

lol

Is OP a URM? If not, you have absolutely no shot. Retake.