This is the first time I've been taken off parsley duty, and there’s a definite satisfaction to the halt in the tedious routine: slide, pick, sort, and chop. My fingernails are green and everything smells like spring and earth, even the Pavarotti coming from the tinny radio. Music is a fifth sense in her tiny kitchen. “It’s time you learned how to do this yourself," says my Nona. I’m only ten years old but I know this...

I wrote an essay about a time I had to use my creativity to succeed in a school debate.

Emerson offers a non-binding early decision application that you submit in the...