My fondest memory of visiting Boston was sneaking around MIT and through different buildings with my brother (this was maybe 5 or 6 - maybe 7! years ago). We ended up getting lost in some building and climbing up to some random floor where the walls had bulletin boards of posters of math, science, and art club activities. I remember walking into an empty lecture hall and seeing last lecture's chalk scribblings still visible on the calk board. We ended the day eating in some dining hall. We could have passed as students ourselves!
I guess I understand why... But it's sad in a way that I won't get to ever experience that again. It's a place that I could never dreamt of being accepted by, but at least for a moment I pretended I was haha.
I knew a kid who got into MIT. I walked in on him collaborating with his girlfriend to write his own recommendations. Sometimes you have to make your own luck I guess. Funny because his girlfriend absolutely deserved to get accepted into MIT, I don't think she took this path, but it kind of let me down that she was involved in this.
Fun fact, this is how it often works in academia. By request, many recommendation letters are given as drafts to the people 'writing' them by those whom they are written about (unless he was writing them as someone without their permission, which would definitely be bad).
I guess I understand why... But it's sad in a way that I won't get to ever experience that again. It's a place that I could never dreamt of being accepted by, but at least for a moment I pretended I was haha.