Archive for the ‘ High School ’ Category

Questions … and more questions.

On Friday, I discovered that I was placed on the Wait List at the University of Chicago. I wasn’t especially worried or bothered by this; I was previously accepted to McGill University, my top choice, so I have known for a while now that I would be going to the school I wanted to go to. However, more troubling is that all six of the students from my school who applied were placed on the W.L. We are all students who would be highly attractive to schools, with wide-ranging interests and activities. However, we were all placed on the list—whilst five students from a school in the suburbs were accepted. Now, what is more interesting is, in many ways, our school is superior, and constantly shows as such in competition. Instead, there seems (at least to us) to be a systemic bias … it is entirely as though our school has been blackballed for some reason. One of the possible reasons that has been floated is that there are economic considerations: statistically, students from an inner-city high school (like ours) are more likely to require financial aid. Then again, unless the need-blind policy has changed, that shouldn’t even be a consideration. All we are left with is seething resentment.

Maybe I’ll ask my counsellor, and see what I can dig up.


Whee, radio silence!

Papers leave no time for me to think, do other homework, or write blog posts. There went my « update every day » plan. But, I’m now done with another assignment, so I guess I can feel better about that. Now my mind is dominated by the presentation, and getting that ready. Somehow, this will all work. … I was going to write more, but my brain is so shell-shocked at the moment, that’s not going to be possible. Perhaps in a few days.

This is not what I wanted

Well, Second Semester is off to an absolutely fantastic start. Two papers in the same weekend, as well as a commentary, a presentation to prepare, and myriad other assignments which all need to be done by tuesday. This is a rather awful way to start out the end of my high school career, but at least the end is in sight. Continue reading

Taking a day off …

Well, I could have gone to school today. It would have been really boring, what with pretty much the entire Senior Class going snow tubing (more on that later), and I was really tired. So, instead, I slept in for four extra hours—sleep I really needed—and had a nice leisurely morning. As I write this, I’m sitting in my favourite coffee shop, just after having eaten a sandwich from the shop next door. Continue reading

A day at the Zoo

Exactly what it sounds like. Well, almost. The actual thing was, all the French classes level 3+ went to the Minnesota Zoo today, so that French 3-4 kids could do presentations on animals, and French 5-6 could just have some fun (something sorely lacking at times.) We decided to have an awkward picture contest, so we found the most awkward situations, and photographed them. Also, we wandered around in the snow, threw snowballs, and had a great time.

On a related note, they overcharge so much for the food, my wallet aches. I think it tried to hæmorrhage cash at one point. Ow.

My, how time goes by.

I have spent an unfortunate amount of time consumed with the finalisation of my Extended Essay and other work, so I have not posted for a while. Life continues in a normal fashion, with grades having been finalised recently and me getting ready to ship off first semester final notes to colleges. This week I’ll be missing three days in a row, for no particular reason other than there being a trip to the Zoo (yay, fun!) a day I simply won’t be about, and a concert downtown the next day. Remember what I said about second semester being calmer ? I lie through my teeth sometimes, and this was one of them. Continue reading


Ah, finals. Or rather, final. Since there was only one of them. IB English essay on a play by a Nigerian playwright, Wole Soyinka: The Lion and the Jewel. I was rather glad to have bought the Lamy Safari about a week ago; without it, writing an eight-page essay would have involved far more pressure and hand strain. Continue reading