University of Portland
Undergrad
I was sound asleep when for some obscure reason I woke up in the middle of the night. As I opened my eyes, I saw the shadow of a man with a suitcase. At that moment, I wished I was still asleep...
University of Cincinnati
Undergrad
The crash of football pads and the loud click of helmet to helmet contact are some of my absolute favorite sounds in the world. I love to embrace that smell of new paint on top of freshly cut grass. Those sounds and smells remind me of when I was growing up and the strong impact that football had on my family...
Princeton University
Undergrad
“So why aren’t we doing anything?” Silence. A rarity in my five weeks at the [omit program name] Program. Sitting at the head of the table, my professor tried again...
University of Texas - Dallas
Undergrad
I was twelve years old, and I was practically brimming with excitement at the prospect of experiencing a strange but beautiful country. Despite being an Indian, India was a foreign country to me. However, I was a little worried. How would I communicate with my family, who I had not seen in over eight years?..
University of Chicago
Undergrad
I play the piano, it is not only my sense of hearing that focuses, getting wholly absorbed into a different reality. Schematically speaking, the action of playing itself could be regarded as a simple addition of visual orientation over the keyboard, coordination of both hands' and feet's movements, and familiarity with the written music (if the music played is written at all). However, a few minutes (an hour, at best) of acquaintance with the instrument can lead the player to understand that said articulation of parts is never functional, never complete without the player's own consciousness of the whole: of the harmonics and colors of sound that underlay the joints in between units, reaching beyond each of them and allowing every single one to envelop, determine, modify, augment or tranquilize the other...
University of Chicago
Undergrad
Yo soy yo y mi café (au lait, SVP) I am me and my coffee mug. Though this sentence may seem proof of over-attachment to a physical object of doubtable necessity, or a desperate cry for sleep-hours and low-rate nourishment (which becomes no nourishment at all if I skip the usual splash of milk), I could probably best be described by my coffee mug and the cupboard of various infusions I keep to every day pour into it...
University of Chicago
Undergrad
My own wishes could be synthesized as follows: I look forward to attending an institution where I am challenged and required to strive in order to achieve all my goals, where I have the chance to study a program which satisfies my expectations and where the environment and community enrich my life experience by showing me what I have yet to learn about outside a classroom, while at the same time making me feel welcome enough for me to be able to work as hard or even harder than I would from home. Probably not too different from any other college applicant.For this matter, I believe The University of Chicago could be just the right place to pursue my goals, but let me elaborate on just why:..
Harvard University
Undergrad
I live in a single-parent home, with my mother and little sister. My father died when was I as two years old, and it has been a struggle. I have never had a true, male role model in my life. It has been hard growing up without truly knowing how to be a man...
Harvard University
Undergrad
I believe that the most important issue facing young adults in Washington, D.C. is the STD/STI epidemic as well as the HIV/AIDS epidemic, because these health complications have impacted millions of people around the world, and it is only becoming more serious. It is very unfortunate to live in a world where these complications plague our neighborhoods, cities, states, countries, etch...
Rhodes College
Undergrad
As we approached the gray Smoky Mountains, they appeared cold, unwelcoming, and void of life. The morning itself was gray and surrounding us was the curling fog that blurred color and shape. Shadows of vague familiarity, the Smoky Mountains before us were a stark contrast from the captivating mountains portrayed in the brochures that my senior class had anticipated seeing...
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