Rutgers University - New Brunswick
Undergrad
The University Honors Residential Community brings together students who strive for excellence in every aspect of their lives, including academically and socially. These students come from different backgrounds and have different experiences, as well as a diverse range of majors. In order to further advance their academic careers while at the same time providing a space for students’ enjoyment, I would create an It’s Academic Club...
Merrimack College
Undergrad
My father once said to me, “Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.” He recalled hearing Tom Brady say this a few years back (although I think Tom may have borrowed it from Seneca, a first-century Roman philosopher). I’ve more often heard it stated that “Success is when preparation meets opportunity.” This quote, whatever its origin, has always resonated with me, because to me, success seldom comes if you don’t prepare yourself for the opportunities that may lie ahead...
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New York University
Undergrad
Growing up in New York, I was always attracted to the city and the city life, and naturally, I was attracted to attending NYU. When the time came to visit colleges, I scheduled a number of campus tours and information sessions at various institutions that are well known for their education programs, education being the field I aspire to go into. This included NYU’s Open House on October 12th, 2013...
University of Pennsylvania
Undergrad
College Freshman have reached a point in their lives where they have formulated their own biases toward other people and sometimes feel like they know all about the world without actually seeing it. I have personally seen the effects of stereotypes in my own life and acknowledge its widespread presence...
University of Southern California
Undergrad
As a Montessori kid, I was raised by curiosity. I never saw the other half of education: no power standards, no graded tests—nothing limited my interests. I’m nine, and I find Microsoft Paint. Everything is fascinating—little square patterns and buckets of color—and soon I am pencil tool master. I come home each day from third grade to draw my laptop pictures. I improve my art, and by middle school I’m making drawings in the Adobe Suite instead...
Harvard University
Undergrad
“Noooo!” I turned around to my mom shrieking, “Don’t eat that hot dog!” It was too late. I had tasted meat for the first time, but not just any meat… BEEF. I had been ambushed by the All-American Frank hot dog. It was the bite heard around the world. The war between the two cultures had begun - the oiled comb-over boy against the Yankee Doodle adversary...
University of Southern California
Undergrad
A crinkled FedEx box has ruled my life for nearly two years. Inside the box is a sixty page-long score of music that is unique to me, written by a little-known composer. It was a combination of luck, determination, and a tremendous amount of time spent on countless Google searches that brought the score to me. Although the piece is incredible, the story of finding it is even better...
University of Southern California
Undergrad
My sophomore year I met my favorite teacher, Mr. Warnke, whose enthusiasm about the subject of biology inspired me and sparked my interest in the biological field of science. He told stories of his work in biology research labs at locations ranging from Princeton University to the Bahamas. He lived and breathed the subject of biology.As the kids in class to the left and right of me groaned and nodded off to the sound of Warnke’s rambling about the research he had done, I became enticed with his research endeavors and wished to someday partake in some traveling and research of my own...
University of Southern California
Undergrad
My eyes search the terrain ahead. The grounds steepens, and my eyes are fixed on the natural staircase of rocks up ahead. The muscles in my legs ache, but I continue. My breathing is heavy and my hands are numb, yet I continue. The sun was shining at the beginning of our trek, but now it is hidden behind the peaks. The chill from its absence felt nice at first, but soon I'm missing the warm sun on my back. People pass by with smiles on their faces. They are illuminated with a certain joy that is rarely seen anywhere else...
Tufts University
Undergrad
It didn’t seem like a bad idea, or a great one. At my mom’s suggestion, I walked into Black Belt Academy for my first karate class. I didn’t know then that the institution wouldn’t just teach me self-defense, but would radically change my perspective in life...
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