A focused, disciplined path to Harvard through small, deliberate choices over years.
My Harvard admission hinged on a tiny, three-sentence paper I wrote at midnight the week before deadlines.
A random summer internship recommendation from a Cyclops of a janitor union opened doors I didn’t know existed.
A viral high school project ended up influencing admissions committee members more than GPA totals ever did.
My acceptance relied on an obscure alumni network scavenger hunt that matched my values to their forgotten scholarship fund.
My Harvard admission hinged on a tiny, three-sentence paper I wrote at midnight the week before deadlines.
A random summer internship recommendation from a Cyclops of a janitor union opened doors I didn’t know existed.
A viral high school project ended up influencing admissions committee members more than GPA totals ever did.
My acceptance relied on an obscure alumni network scavenger hunt that matched my values to their forgotten scholarship fund.
