I was doing what any MIT admit would do- scour the admissions blogs for any single scrap of information that would aid me on my quest to relieve my soon-to-be-empty wallet. Then it hit me.
Those walls, that dome, those hacks, all seemed familiar, like an old friend. Suddenly, a flood of MITES memories came back to me- walking around the Charles, never being able to find biochem in Building 22, meeting Eric Lander, complaining about MacGregor food and stuffing my face anyway. Every single moment made me realize something wonderful. MIT chose me for a reason. I will not let anything stop me. In September, I'll finally be going home.
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