“Martin De Leon, you’re up,” says a young, resonant voice. I lift my head to find a woman slightly older than me with a clipboard in one hand and gesturing me to follow her with the other. My left leg is shaking and my palms are sweating. I have no clue how I manage to get a grip of my caramel coated violin, but I make it across the large, empty room where the young woman stands. As we...

While researching American University, I felt that I already belonged there. I visualized myself going to an environmental protest in the White House lawn before my music theory class, followed by a liberal club meeting and attending my internship with a member of the House. After a semester or two, I would find myself in Paris; fulfilling my major in political science and perfecting my French, all while learning about international relations and modern diplomacy. American University offers my vision...

Why American University?