Anonymous: Which uni are you going to? Was it hard to get in? I am applying this year and i am really scared, i would like to study politics in london but i don't know where and also i don't know how to get my shit together and start writing my personal statement but i don't really know how to start. Do you have any tips? Also, is it really important or are the scores more important than ps?
I’m going to kings college and it depends on what do you understand by “hard”. I’ve changed my personal statement for million times and eventually I was really happy about the final version but unfortunately I started working on it very late in the school year so my big advice to you is: don’t procrastinate. To be honest both ps and your finals are equally important because ps will get you an offer and finals will get you your offer conditions met, so you’ll first need to focus on ps and then on revising the shit out of your notes. Well overall I scored 2 points higher than my offer wanted so no, it was not hard to get in but if I was to do this one more time I would rather eat my leg :) good luck!
Anonymous: why are you so mean? I was just asking
I know you were just asking, but your questions made me ask my own questions so that’s why i answered how I did. Plus sorry but if you “can’t believe me” then what do you want me to say?
Anonymous: I can't believe you sorry
Anonymous: son get your aesthetics straight
Anonymous: why are you so sad ?
Because overall my live tends to avoid anything that can possibly make me happy for a longer period of time
Nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.
Anonymous: When r u moving to london?
Sorry but how can I be sure you are not a creepy stalker that will kill me on my first night in London
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