POV: Calla Harlow
It was out! It was finally out! The scholarship application for the University of Toronto, Canada, was out. The scholarship process was a long and tiring one; the administrators had to test your abilities through about three different examinations, and you had to go through oral and visual interviews. Also, you had to have perfect grades all through high school, as well as win awards in several competitions.
Those weren’t a big deal for me, and I was positive that I could ace every interview and examination, especially because I had perfect grades and attendance. I had represented the school as well in Debate and Quiz competitions, and I was also the president of the newly introduced Anti-Racism club, which was filled with five other nerds like myself. That, however, wa
