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5.45.80.218:valid:Content Nonsensical, Duplicate Survey, High Vulgarity, High Grammatical Error, Probably Admissions, Content Useless, Malicious Intent/Faked, SPAM, :1
5.45.80.218:valid:Content Nonsensical, Duplicate Survey, High Vulgarity, High Grammati

Statistical Analyzer:

I was not qualified to go to U of C. I had extraordinary SAT scores. So, I was smart, and I had read a lot of books. But my academic background in high school was not remotely adequate to prepare me for U of C. And I did not arrive there with a good work ethic, though I did not realize that until I grasped how much work one had to do merely to survive. U of C taught me how to work hard, a lesson I might not have learned otherwise. It taught me that there are hard, objective standards of quality in work and in life, and there are people who demand compliance with them, and that you either rise to them or you do not, and that failure is possible. I was naive about the process, and made poor decisions about what classes to take and suffered the consequences. I graduated with a poor GPA. If I had it to do over again, I would do it. Going to U of C leveraged me into a higher quality intellectual, academic and ultimately professional world than I would have gotten to otherwise. A priceless though in some ways unpleasant experience. I got to meet and to know people who were absolutely top rank, and who would go on to do extraordinary things. And I loved many of the classes which have stuck with me to this day. My mind and life were shaped by them and I would not trade that experience for anything. And I met my wife there. As someone who was not qualified to be there in the first place, I am grateful that the University made a mistake in my case, and that I got in anyway, and got out anyway.