{Describe the world you come from — for example, your family, community or school — and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.}
There comes a time in every person’s life when they will combat their identity. People will find themselves questioning who they are as individuals, friends or even lovers, but eventually, these people will reach a conclusion or realization of sorts. However, the world I come from brings me to endlessly question my identity. Discovering who I am will forever be an uphill battle, and that is because my world—this society—choses to label and judge me based upon my skin color...
{Describe an extra curricular activity you do.}
The whistle blows and the world around me disappears. My vision is tunneled, focused only on the movement of the ball between players. My palms sweat and my heart races from the excitement and nervous energy pumping through my body. An opposing player approaches the try zone, ball in hand. Building force, I charge into my opponent with nothing but a mouth guard to protect myself. In a swift motion we both tumble to the ground, and the air in my lungs leaves my body in a sharp exhale...
{Write about an object and it's significance to you.}People crowd together, all facing their bodies toward the same object. In the middle of this sea, stands an immense, black square, looming over its spectators. Its presence is unwavering, and to stand before it for these people can only be described as awe-inspiring. The Kaaba, or “Noble Cube”, is a simple kind of beauty—an ancient stone cube covered in a gold-embroidered black cloth...
{NYU's global network provides students with hundreds of academic areas of interest . . . what are your own academic interests?}
In one of my favorite novels, Looking for Alaska, a character raises a question worth pondering: “What is the best way to go about being a person?” I carried that query with me for some time and finally returned to a theory my mother had told me. She would tell me that the majority of people could be divided into two groups: those who enjoy giving gifts, and those who don’t...
Ever since I can remember, I have always been excited about college. It is a chance for me to widen my extent of knowledge, meet new people with similar interests, and finally cement who I am as a person, all while simultaneously having the chance to better my life. When I daydream of what college will be like, I imagine the experience to be one that takes me out of my comfort zone; one that will offer me something that I have never faced before...
A year ago, my academic interest in law was joined by a newfound passion for what it can accomplish.It was my first independent case as a Civil Rights intern at the [redacted], and Adiba was candidly explaining to me how her teacher rationalized a picture of an Arab boy with a mangled hand: “Mr. Smith told us that according to Sharia Law, if you steal something, then your family is supposed to run over your arm [with a car] back and forth until it comes off. If the family doesn't do it then the family gets murdered.” Adiba revealed that Mr. Smith had been conducting these weekly “lessons on Islam,” during which he displayed a gruesome picture and then held a class discussion about it, for several months...
Dr. Masterson handed me the syringe and instructed me to inject the vitamin solution into the left rump of the giraffe. I took the syringe and ran 100 meters to the animal, which was being loaded into the back of a truck. Though restrained by several ropes, the bewildered young bull managed to kick the side of the trailer with such force it shook the enclosure. Perched on the trailer’s edge, I avoided his swinging neck and inserted the needle and injected the solution into the muscular backside of the giraffe. Not an average day for a business consultant...
We had already been on the phone for an hour, discussing Japan’s luxury market, the movie The Social Network, and the best places to fish around Seattle. On the call was an engineer from California, a lawyer from Washington, an economist from New York, and me in Washington DC. The main purpose of the call was to discuss their perspectives on my policy recommendation. This was just one of the many diverse conversations I had throughout the summer...
My undergraduate cumulative GPA of [redacted] is not indicative of my academic performance. During my first two years of college, I spread myself too thin by taking a heavier than average course-load each quarter, partaking in too many extracurricular activities, and indulging in the “college experience.”..
“He had a cardiac arrest.” My twelve-year old mind could only grasp that something bad had happened. As usual, my father had dropped me off at Chinese school in the morning and was supposed to pick me up afterwards. Instead, with no warning signs or symptoms, I was now at the hospital and would leave without him. At the time, I was in seventh grade, my sister was in kindergarten and my mother was young. Thrown into these unexpected circumstances, I matured into new roles...
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