NYU Accepts 8,809 of 37,000 for a 24% Acceptance Rate
Down 8% from last year. Pretty wild.
This week, 24 percent of applicants to the Class of 2012 will find acceptance letters in their mailboxes.
The acceptance rate dropped eight percentage points from last year's 32 percent, following a national trend of falling acceptance rates.
The Office of Undergraduate Admissions extended fewer offers of admission this year due to a high yield from the Class of 2011 and a larger applicant pool, dean of undergraduate admissions Barbara Hall told WSN in an earlier interview. NYU sent admissions decisions last Wednesday and Thursday to roughly 37,000 applicants.
The Western Interstate Commission for Higher Education projected a national all-time high of graduating high school seniors this year, and NYU's 24 percent acceptance rate is the lowest in recent years.
This spring, 8,809 applicants were offered admission to NYU's Class of 2012 for a projected class size of 4,400 students. The university placed 1,867 students on the waitlist.
Hall, who provided WSN with the statistics, anticipated that the number of students who accept NYU's offer of admission would increase to about 40 percent, up from 38.3 percent for the Class of 2011.
Other universities around the country are reporting new lows. Harvard broke records for the lowest acceptance rate in Ivy League history, recording a 7.1 percent rate. Yale followed closely, accepting 8.3 percent of its applicants.
Well, I had dreams once.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
John Mayer can get away with being a jerk.
As age eighteen approaches rapidly, I'm beginning to become more accustomed to exploring realms outside my little suburb wherein the Amish roam. For instance, about a month ago, I took my first train ride to Philadelphia, and two Fridays ago, I took a bus to Washington, D.C. It's exciting seeing new places, even if they aren't really all that far away. We Lancastrians don't tend to leave our county, which can be a great annoyance.
Anyway, last summer, I went to my first concert ever and saw John Mayer, who's the epitome of crazy awesome. I was lucky enough to go, as Mayer was playing at a stadium fifteen minutes from my house, which my mom considered within her driving range (but only barely). I had an amazing time there, with Tina and Esther, and I even have a ticket stub hanging on my wall to remember it. Tina and I vowed to see at least one JM show per summer, from now on, and I aim to stick to it.
For the past few months, I've visited Mayer's website incessantly to see when he'd be posting his summer tour dates, and finally a week ago, he did here: www.johnmayer.com
However, this wasn't as joyous an experience as I had expected, for, if you clicked the above link, you'd have noticed that Pennsylvania isn't highlighted on the map. That's right, he's not coming to PA this summer! What about all the famous and popular places in our state? Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, Hershey, etc.? What about those? Yep, he's just skipping over them this summer, which absolutely defines him as a total jerk.
There is a good side to this story, though, and that is the aforementioned fact that I am no longer afraid of traveling. Hence, Tina and I are going to make a bold one hour and forty minute drive down to Maryland to see J Mizz play in concert. Indeed, he is that good and completely worth seeing. I just don't understand how he can completely skip out on PA, as doing so is almost to the same magnitude of skipping New York City. Maybe I'm overanalyzing this, but he didn't seem too thrilled at the first concert he played. This could have been due to the sixty-four people arrested for drug use, but hey, who knows? I'm just slightly sore at myself for adjusting my own plans to accompany Mayer's, when he ought to be coming to my state. Just shows that he can get away with being a jerk.
And if this article isn't proof enough that John Mayer doesn't do much to piss off his fans, then I don't know what will. If you haven't heard him yet, go buy his shit, or download it, or whatever NOW. He's the coolest kid around.
The only sucky thing about the concert is that I'm going to have to make it through the SATs, AP Test, SAT Subject Tests, and finals before I get a summer sort of off (expect for work and summer homework) and get down to see J Mizz. Well, ughiness.
Anyway, last summer, I went to my first concert ever and saw John Mayer, who's the epitome of crazy awesome. I was lucky enough to go, as Mayer was playing at a stadium fifteen minutes from my house, which my mom considered within her driving range (but only barely). I had an amazing time there, with Tina and Esther, and I even have a ticket stub hanging on my wall to remember it. Tina and I vowed to see at least one JM show per summer, from now on, and I aim to stick to it.
For the past few months, I've visited Mayer's website incessantly to see when he'd be posting his summer tour dates, and finally a week ago, he did here: www.johnmayer.com
However, this wasn't as joyous an experience as I had expected, for, if you clicked the above link, you'd have noticed that Pennsylvania isn't highlighted on the map. That's right, he's not coming to PA this summer! What about all the famous and popular places in our state? Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, Hershey, etc.? What about those? Yep, he's just skipping over them this summer, which absolutely defines him as a total jerk.
There is a good side to this story, though, and that is the aforementioned fact that I am no longer afraid of traveling. Hence, Tina and I are going to make a bold one hour and forty minute drive down to Maryland to see J Mizz play in concert. Indeed, he is that good and completely worth seeing. I just don't understand how he can completely skip out on PA, as doing so is almost to the same magnitude of skipping New York City. Maybe I'm overanalyzing this, but he didn't seem too thrilled at the first concert he played. This could have been due to the sixty-four people arrested for drug use, but hey, who knows? I'm just slightly sore at myself for adjusting my own plans to accompany Mayer's, when he ought to be coming to my state. Just shows that he can get away with being a jerk.
And if this article isn't proof enough that John Mayer doesn't do much to piss off his fans, then I don't know what will. If you haven't heard him yet, go buy his shit, or download it, or whatever NOW. He's the coolest kid around.
The only sucky thing about the concert is that I'm going to have to make it through the SATs, AP Test, SAT Subject Tests, and finals before I get a summer sort of off (expect for work and summer homework) and get down to see J Mizz. Well, ughiness.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Thoughts of a crammer.
The SATs are coming up in May, and I'd better score well on them, if I want to have any chance whatsoever of being accepted at NYU. I've started practicing everyday after school, but I can tell that it's all going to be grueling anyhow. What's more is that three days after I take the big SAT, I have a three hour AP test for my statistics class. If I score well on that, I can gain credits for college. Needless to say, I'm a wee bit stressed.
To top it all off, this week, the state of Pennsylvania is forcing all eleventh graders to take the PSSA's (Pennsylvania State Standardized Assessment) to see if we meet the requirements for the level of intelligence a junior should be at. In reading and writing, I usually hit way above average. The same used to be for math (the test is administered to 3rd, 5th, 8th, and 11th grade), but after today, I'm not so certain. I remembered learning about the mathematical procedures that I was being asked to perform but couldn't, for the life of me, remember how to figure them out.
The funny thing about being deemed a "smart kid" at a very young age is that it sometimes has negative effects, rather than the predicted positive ones. When I was twelve, the school decided that I was advanced in math and placed me at an eighth grade level, even though I was only in sixth grade. This state of advancement continued through to high school, and now, as a junior, I'm taking precalculus, a senior math class that half the seniors don't even bother taking themselves. This has caused some unexpected problems, in actuality. On the PSSA's today, most of the material was on subjects from Algebra I and Algebra II. If you follow the regular sequence of math classes, then you had these two courses in tenth and eleventh grade respectively. But if you're "special" like I supposedly am, then you're whisked through the Algebra classes at a fast pace in eighth and ninth grade. The problem that is being posed here is that I don't remember a damn thing from math class in eighth and ninth grade.
This is what terrifies me about standardized tests and even the SATs. Here I am, going to school everyday to learn about sine and cosine, when in reality, I should be reviewing parabolas, exponential variables, and factoring polynomials. In short, you're called above average, taken through all sorts of math courses at top speed, and then given a state test on things you haven't done in years so that you can be deemed below average. What's the deal here? Being smart sounded awesome when I was twelve, but now that I'm facing the consequences, I'm not so sure that I want to be advanced. But the paradox there is that NYU only accepts kids in the top classes.
Well damn.
To top it all off, this week, the state of Pennsylvania is forcing all eleventh graders to take the PSSA's (Pennsylvania State Standardized Assessment) to see if we meet the requirements for the level of intelligence a junior should be at. In reading and writing, I usually hit way above average. The same used to be for math (the test is administered to 3rd, 5th, 8th, and 11th grade), but after today, I'm not so certain. I remembered learning about the mathematical procedures that I was being asked to perform but couldn't, for the life of me, remember how to figure them out.
The funny thing about being deemed a "smart kid" at a very young age is that it sometimes has negative effects, rather than the predicted positive ones. When I was twelve, the school decided that I was advanced in math and placed me at an eighth grade level, even though I was only in sixth grade. This state of advancement continued through to high school, and now, as a junior, I'm taking precalculus, a senior math class that half the seniors don't even bother taking themselves. This has caused some unexpected problems, in actuality. On the PSSA's today, most of the material was on subjects from Algebra I and Algebra II. If you follow the regular sequence of math classes, then you had these two courses in tenth and eleventh grade respectively. But if you're "special" like I supposedly am, then you're whisked through the Algebra classes at a fast pace in eighth and ninth grade. The problem that is being posed here is that I don't remember a damn thing from math class in eighth and ninth grade.
This is what terrifies me about standardized tests and even the SATs. Here I am, going to school everyday to learn about sine and cosine, when in reality, I should be reviewing parabolas, exponential variables, and factoring polynomials. In short, you're called above average, taken through all sorts of math courses at top speed, and then given a state test on things you haven't done in years so that you can be deemed below average. What's the deal here? Being smart sounded awesome when I was twelve, but now that I'm facing the consequences, I'm not so sure that I want to be advanced. But the paradox there is that NYU only accepts kids in the top classes.
Well damn.
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