Alright, so my question is like the people who already got admission offer or waitlist numbers and then now my interview was after these calls. So now how does this work do they have seats in their ipm if I simply did better say what do they do? What even is this?
Alright so I applied like late I guess to tapmi and I know a set of interviews were done in the 8-15 June but mine was on 1st of July I have a 199 ipmat indore score and interview was good but would there be a seat in IPM still ?
I gave the interview on 1st July it went nice when can I expect a mail?
Beautiful life one
Beautiful, Oxford describes this adjective as something giving pleasure to the senses or to the mind. We deem many things beautiful on the basis of the former, a pretty rose, the aroma of freshly brewed tea, the touch of grass on your feet. They all please the senses, but a life has to cater to the latter. So, the question now is what type of a life would please the mind? For this let me take you two places.
A little girl comes up to me, pulls her hand from behind her back, revealing something wrapped in paper. On that paper, a smiley face and the words: Thank You. Inside, a KitKat, my favourite chocolate, and I remember this girl asked me what my favourite chocolate was. She handed me the chocolate, gave me a shy smile. Overwhelmed, I replied with a thank you. This was when I was volunteering and teaching 4th grade girls mathematics.
The sense of fulfilment from having an impact on someone real, it stuck with me and looking back this is what pleases my mind.
The stairs of gate number four of the metro, a place where I have had endless conversations with my best friend, which are unusually elegant. When we talk whether it is our lives, media, literature or just understanding the why behind something peculiar, the conversations always leave me content yet hungry for more.
This intellectual satisfaction pleases my mind.
Everything I find beautiful comes from two things, social impact and growth. They do not exist in a vacuum; they tie into each other, to truly appreciate the beauty of helping someone I must have the intellect to understand it.
Simply put, my beautiful life is, endless conversations on the metro stairs, and somewhere else someone smiling because I helped them
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I know the last two paragraphs go flat but 300 word limit so
Anyway here is Who Am I?
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I measured the ingredients with careful focus; I was baking a cake for my friend's birthday. I was sure it was going to be flawless, nothing could go wrong. A year ago, I had a similar mindset. Days out from the IPMAT exam and I was sure of myself. I was well prepared, I had worked hard.
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I heard a squelching sound from the oven. I rushed to see and the cake batter was overflowing everywhere, and to make matters worse, my frosting curdled. The results last year felt similar. I had missed the cutoff by a frustratingly small margin. My academic aspirations were shattered and I was scared for my future.
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I took the fractured sponge out of the oven. But I had hope that I could fix it, I reshaped the cake into a new base, covered the curdled frosting with Choco chips and it no longer looked the way I had imagined, but it was something I was proud to present. Now the result last year was a much more serious setback, but my approach was the same. I made a decision to take a gap year and work on my shortcomings. The gap, however was an even bigger obstacle. My friends were going off to college, I was isolated. But I never saw this year as evidence of my failure, I saw it as an opportunity. I came out of this year imperfect, but more resilient, self-aware and confident in my ability to recover from failure, a visibly remade but perfect cake.
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Who am I? I am someone who, no matter how fractured their cake is, does not lose hope.
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Man their senseless ahh 25% policy what even