Open Question: Do I have what it takes to get into NYU, let alone any college?
I’ve been looking online for scholarships, since my grandma and i collectively make under $24,000/year. I’m not very sure if i can make it into the colleges i want to get into :[
I got straight A’s on my report card this year
My Average is a 94
My gpa is a 4.3, on a 5.0 scale
I take honors classes
I’m in four clubs, and plan to go to honduras in august for the malta corps
I have been to china with my dance school to dance in a festival
I am part of the people to people leadership program
I am part of the national society of high school scholars
I am a first honor student
I have organized the GORED fundraiser at my school to raise money for the american heart association, since my mom died of heart disease.
I have over 200 hours of community service
That’s all i can think of now, but does it seem like i am going in the right direction? or should i just give up on wanting to go to NYU?
Oh, and i am ranked 59 out of 185.
and i have gotten an award from school for typing 97 WPM with 96% accuracy.
i’m not bragging. i actually think i’m underqualified compared to some of the other people i know.
and i dont want to go to rutgers, sorry.

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 18:30:30 GMT
Open Question: What do you think of this short story?
The borderline
?Miss Reece Carrison, do you, or do you not plead guilty for the murder of Mr Dean Brogan remembering you are under oath?? The judge asked through his syrupy foreign accent.
?Not guilty.? I proclaimed from my inferior placing in the grand hall. A faint murmur rippled through the jury amongst the cries of my mother and father. I didn?t care to spare their dignity when I was practically asking for the death penalty. I stared through my eyes numbly not caring about my consequences.
In the recent centaury the world had declared its differences by splitting it into two halves. Criminals were rebelling against the law abiders to enforce their own cruel world and its laws. I was born to blue banded criminals, a single band lower than that of the black banders. It was, and always had been my job to uphold my families? name. I was destined to commit a crime and see myself branded by the High Court of the Dark side, as one of their future leaders. Anyone who steps through the billowing halls of the High Court dreams of the powerful mark given to the untouchable chosen. With decent banding, money, food and shelter didn?t matter; the world would be your oyster bearing the fruits of your sinful labour. Anyone would take there own life to be in my position, murder was worth a black banding, a chance for a seat on the court?s council and all the decoration and glory that goes with it. I myself would have done the same but life wasn?t worth living without my Dean, no matter what side of mother earth you are.
Dean was a Christian boy, brought up by wealthy and godly parents; he was on the Light side. He believed in peace which my world was destroying. I was the opposite; my parents were rich but were devious and unforgiving. I?d been like that once too, merciless and spiteful. I?d believed in blood shed and terrorism, but Dean changed that. He relight the love my ancestors had passed down silently in there blood. I saw through his eyes instead of the tinted red ones I?d supposed were all mine.
We?d met on the borderline of the Dark and Light. It was the centre line of a boarded up supermarket. I was in hunting out my prey, someone I could draw my first drops of blood from. I?d just turned sixteen, the age of banding. Mother and father had set me on murder, theft and adultery weren?t good enough for the likes of a Carrison. After all the years of craving the pleasure of taking blood I could finally cease my thirst. It was known that killing a fellow human of the Dark side was worth a lower banding than that of the Light. This made me instinctively make my territory the borderline and I would have breached it if my patience ran dry. So I spent hours prowling the grounds, waiting for a glimpse of the purest white (the Light?s side chosen colour). I lurked behind the bins and readied myself.
When I finally saw the flash of white I was straight for the kill. I pounced onto a seemingly ignorant Light. Savagely I poised my gleaming dagger on my prey?s chest. I looked hungrily into my targets eyes and forced more pressure onto the knife?s tip. Then my eyes widened. I realised he had a similar dagger placed just below my heart. A Light was never armed, it was just not possible. Surprise and fearful adrenaline pulsed through me. I rolled off him and stood, my arm tensed with the dagger at hand. He mirrored my actions.
?Lights aren?t supposed to carry weapons, everyone knows that.? I stammered steadying my pulse.
?I thought Dark?s never gave up so easily.? He retorted sharply. I shot him a more venomous look than before. He slipped the knife into a leather case. ?I?m Dean.? He held up his hands defensively as if surrendering. Reluctantly I did the same.
?Reece.? I grunted looking at him shiftily. He pulled a hand through his tufted hair. I watched. He was dangerously stunning. His movements were swift but graceful. Although handsome he had the worst sense of humour.
?You wanna go for a coffee? I think you damn well owe me one!?
In the end I think that?s what made him special and somewhat mine. He wasn?t scared to rebel against the rules, I liked that.
Secretly we?d meet up and let the world diminish around us. Light and Dark became grey between us. We?d share secrets and ambitions letting our guards down if only for a couple of hours.
I was going to meet him when I found him. He lay still on the borderline of Light and Dark, his pure white shirt infected by stains of red. I held him in my arms as the rain fell. Then they found me, the Dark side police. They?d greeted my as if I was hero, Light killings were rare and more honourable. I was bundled into a police car, Dean?s body in the car behind and was laden with the promise of a black banding. I was too ashamed to look back.
I continued to glare at the judge, knowing my fate was what I wanted, the chance to be with Dean once again. With a quick nod from the judge, an officer led me brutally to a private room I?d only ever seen in my

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 20:07:56 GMT

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