Wednesday 15August 2012, Gap Years, London, England
It was onlywhen you tried to save the world that you realized how good Superman, Spiderman,Batman were at their jobs behind the scenes. Under their careful and diligent eyes,the Sun would always rise in the morning and the British Isles never sink intothe Atlantic Ocean. Even the London Bridge, which I would pass twice daily duringmy commute, was never falling down. But the question then was how shall I do somethingworthy for my HBS essays? Please, just give me one chance, I promise I wouldnot let the world blow up.
Stanford’sessay, “What matters most to you and why?” was a lot easier in comparison. Itwas very obvious to me that luck was the most important factor in my life sofar. Not that long ago, I was just one out of 100,000 12-year-old student in mycity in China and my biggest dream was to get into the best local high school. Eventhat was a very long shot as otherwise I would have made it to that desirablemiddle school in the first place. When I did get in, even my own reaction wasthe result must be wrong! Beyond that, I had never thought about even leavingthe city and a place at Cambridge or any UK university for that matter was simplybeyond imagination. After all I not only spoke no English but also thoughteveryone else including Skywalker spoke Chinese. But even if I did somehow havesuch a plan, would I really have any chance against my peers who were raisedwithin UK’s world class school systems since a toddler? Just ask theinternational education agent who sat me through those two UK school entranceexams. Very likely my time record in completing those exams were stillunbroken.
And yet, I madeit to Cambridge and Trinity, the home of Sir Isaac Newton, Francis Bacon andalike. My English level gradually improved from non-existent to bad and bad tojust all right, but it was never anywhere near the best of my peers, the bar, Iimagined, needed to be reached places like Cambridge. But I found UK educationsystem was unique in the sense that it specialized so early that even in highschool one could only study the subjects one likes. Even English, the country’sown language, was not compulsory and therefore my English was not a problem byitself as I simply didn’t need to do it. UK students also had to learn subjectssuch as French or Latin from an early age and I always wondered how on earth Icould even pass on them. But somehow all of them stopped at GCSE and by startingat A level, I simply bypassed them all.
Furthermore,I was also a couch potato who not particularly good at either sports or music,nor did I have any leadership positions ever. If anything, I was the exactopposite of the well-rounded student British education system try to raise. Butthat turned out to be OK as well as Oxbridge didn’t look at any of them duringits admission process. It was the academics and academics only that counted.That half an hour interview I somehow manage to light a bulb outweighed thethousands of hours other students spent on extracurricular activities.
In fact, ifI was to design a system that gave myself all the advantage I could possiblythink of, I probably could not come up with anything better. And more amazingly,the whole thing repeated again at Cambridge: one exam at the end of the threeyears program determined that I would graduate with a first-class honour eventhough both myself and my tutors thought I was going to fail two years out ofthe three. On paper and paper only, I even managed to look quite like Aly, withthe same degree, same result and then working for the same firm. I still didn’tknow how, but the lucky star kept shining over my head, enabling me to make onelong shot after another. Even in the recent GMAT exam, I got a higher score inEnglish than Maths with an overall score way higher than I ever got in themocks.
So without asingle doubt, luck had been most important to me. Finger crossed that it wouldwork again this time. With Aly’s help, I could even feel Harvard was welcomingme already. Even its location, in a town also called Cambridge outside Boston wasso comforting. Shouldn’t it be just like coming home for me?
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