With all the failures created by the liberal teaching agenda on display by our youth in this country, a sign of REAL hope has become a rarity. This is why it is ever so important to for our kids to recognize that shining beacon and to know they are not alone. and that their same thoughts and feelings are indeed shared by many.
When one of these mentally abused children makes it entirely through the liberal brainwashing and comes out unscathed, as you will see, the relentless attacks from less fortunate scholars and the liberal institutionalist's themselves...
Age: 17
4.5 GPA, scored 2120 on her SATs
Worked as a page in the U.S. Senate
As great as her accomplishments are, Suzy found herself rejected by well fitted schools like Yale, Princeton, Vanderbilt and the University of Pennsylvania.
One may ask themselves, why? While many of us already know the answer. And as it appears, so does Suzy!
Suzy took the initiative to pen her feelings and exploit the facts of why she was rejected in an article printed by the Wall Street Journal.
If you are anything like me, this is absolutely a delight to read! When we as parents worry about the future of our country's future because of the anti-American agendas taught to our children, reading words of Truth coming from someone who should by all rights be an entitlement zombie, you KNOW FOR SURE that the America we know and love is far from over!
So here it is:
To (All) the Colleges That Rejected Me
If only I had a tiger mom or started a fake charity.
By SUZY LEE WEISS
Like me, millions of high-school seniors with sour grapes are asking themselves this week how they failed to get into the colleges of their dreams. It's simple: For years, they—we—were lied to.
Colleges tell you, "Just be yourself." That is great advice, as long as yourself has nine extracurriculars, six leadership positions, three varsity sports, killer SAT scores and two moms. Then by all means, be yourself! If you work at a local pizza shop and are the slowest person on the cross-country team, consider taking your business elsewhere.
What could I have done differently over the past years?
For starters, had I known two years ago what I know now, I would have gladly worn a headdress to school. Show me to any closet, and I would've happily come out of it. "Diversity!" I offer about as much diversity as a saltine cracker. If it were up to me, I would've been any of the diversities: Navajo, Pacific Islander, anything. Sen. Elizabeth Warren, I salute you and your 1/32 Cherokee heritage.
I also probably should have started a fake charity. Providing veterinary services for homeless people's pets. Collecting donations for the underprivileged chimpanzees of the Congo. Raising awareness for Chapped-Lips-in-the-Winter Syndrome. Fun-runs, dance-a-thons, bake sales—as long as you're using someone else's misfortunes to try to propel yourself into the Ivy League, you're golden.
Having a tiger mom helps, too. As the youngest of four daughters, I noticed long ago that my parents gave up on parenting me. It has been great in certain ways: Instead of "Be home by 11," it's "Don't wake us up when you come through the door, we're trying to sleep." But my parents also left me with a dearth of hobbies that make admissions committees salivate. I've never sat down at a piano, never plucked a violin. Karate lasted about a week and the swim team didn't last past the first lap. Why couldn't Amy Chua have adopted me as one of her cubs?
Then there was summer camp. I should've done what I knew was best—go to Africa, scoop up some suffering child, take a few pictures, and write my essays about how spending that afternoon with Kinto changed my life. Because everyone knows that if you don't have anything difficult going on in your own life, you should just hop on a plane so you're able to talk about what other people have to deal with.
Or at least hop to an internship. Get a precocious-sounding title to put on your resume. "Assistant Director of Mail Services." "Chairwoman of Coffee Logistics." I could have been a gopher in the office of someone I was related to. Work experience!
To those kids who by age 14 got their doctorate, cured a disease, or discovered a guilt-free brownie recipe: My parents make me watch your "60 Minutes" segments, and they've clipped your newspaper articles for me to read before bed. You make us mere mortals look bad. (Also, I am desperately jealous and willing to pay a lot to learn your secrets.)
To those claiming that I am bitter—you bet I am! An underachieving selfish teenager making excuses for her own failures? That too! To those of you disgusted by this, shocked that I take for granted the wonderful gifts I have been afforded, I say shhhh—"The Real Housewives" is on.
Ms. Weiss is a senior at Taylor Allderdice High School in Pittsburgh.
A version of this article appeared March 30, 2013, on page A11 in the U.S. edition of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: To (All) the Colleges That Rejected Me.
Shock: Readers accused her of being entitled, whiny and racist after she said she was not diverse enough
(DAILY MAIL) - The article outraged many, who accused her of being entitled, self-indulgent and even racist.
'Entitled little brat,' one Twitter user said, as another said: 'Choking on the petulant privilege of Suzy Lee Weiss & hoping she matures out of her ignorance rather than being bolstered by a book deal.'
Another directed a message to Weiss, saying: 'Your letter reveals your republican homophobic leanings and hatred of others not exactly like you. Grow up.'
But others applauded her outspoken rant, saying she was simply telling the truth about tough application processes, while some noted that the piece was simply sarcastic and fun.
On Twitter, one reader noted she 'makes brutally accurate assessments of college admissions,' while another added: 'Saying what you feel is not always easy or popular! She is going places!'
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| Good student: Weiss, left with a relative and right, has top grades and has worked as a U.S. Senate page |
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