Really??? WSJ Publishes Ignorant HS Student’s Essay Blaming Her Whiteness And Lack Of A “Tiger Mom” For Being Rejected By Colleges

- By Bossip Staff Categories: Cry Me A River, Ho Sit Down, News


Can somebody tell Suzy Lee Weiss we said, ‘Cry us a muhfuggin river!’? Please and thank you. On Sunday the illustrious Wall Street Journal published an article penned by a senior at Taylor Allderdice High School in Pittsburgh complaining that she was rejected from her schools of choice because she lacked diversity, among other things. But we’re thinking maybe admissions offices just figured out she might manage to tick off everyone else on campus. Some choice excerpts below:

Colleges tell you, “Just be yourself.” That is great advice, as long as yourself has nine extracurriculars, six leadership positions, three varsity sports, killer SAT scores and two moms. Then by all means, be yourself! If you work at a local pizza shop and are the slowest person on the cross-country team, consider taking your business elsewhere.

What could I have done differently over the past years?

For starters, had I known two years ago what I know now, I would have gladly worn a headdress to school. Show me to any closet, and I would’ve happily come out of it. “Diversity!” I offer about as much diversity as a saltine cracker. If it were up to me, I would’ve been any of the diversities: Navajo, Pacific Islander, anything. Sen. Elizabeth Warren, I salute you and your 1/32 Cherokee heritage.

I also probably should have started a fake charity. Providing veterinary services for homeless people’s pets. Collecting donations for the underprivileged chimpanzees of the Congo. Raising awareness for Chapped-Lips-in-the-Winter Syndrome. Fun-runs, dance-a-thons, bake sales—as long as you’re using someone else’s misfortunes to try to propel yourself into the Ivy League, you’re golden.

Having a tiger mom helps, too. As the youngest of four daughters, I noticed long ago that my parents gave up on parenting me. It has been great in certain ways: Instead of “Be home by 11,” it’s “Don’t wake us up when you come through the door, we’re trying to sleep.” But my parents also left me with a dearth of hobbies that make admissions committees salivate. I’ve never sat down at a piano, never plucked a violin. Karate lasted about a week and the swim team didn’t last past the first lap. Why couldn’t Amy Chua have adopted me as one of her cubs?

Then there was summer camp. I should’ve done what I knew was best—go to Africa, scoop up some suffering child, take a few pictures, and write my essays about how spending that afternoon with Kinto changed my life. Because everyone knows that if you don’t have anything difficult going on in your own life, you should just hop on a plane so you’re able to talk about what other people have to deal with.

You can read the full article, along with the dumb “Real Housewives” punchline HERE

The sad part is Suzy clearly thinks she’s being funny. Are we the only ones not laughing — or is there something seriously off about this essay?



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