I lean back in my chair as the first violins play measures 44-48 for the fifth time. The conductor’s passionate voice begging for “more… emotion! Style! Flair!” lulls my cello to sleep between my legs. We see no sign of playing in unison any time soon. And it is the best time of my life. While my classmates explore Caribbean islands I’ve never heard of, I walk down the paths of Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp, which, unlike...

A copy of an essay from high school that received an A. I submitted an essay from IB English HL. Child vs. Adult: A False Dichotomy The environment that a child is placed in from conception installs the thoughts and opinions about the world that the child will grow up believing. If a fetus lives inside of a starving mother, the born child will store all of its energy when it does eat, leading to a higher risk of obesity...

I chose Amherst because of its small size and open curriculum. I wanted the freedom to...