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Option F: Emmy and Grammy winner Donald Glover is a 21st century Renaissance man-an actor, comedian, writer, director, producer, singer, songwriter, rapper, and DJ. And yet the versatile storyteller and performer recently told an interviewer, "The thing I imagine myself being in the future doesn't exist yet." Can you relate? "The longer you stay in university, the dumber you become, so you should probably quit at some point," said Japanese philosopher Shunsuke Tsurumi.I believe Mr. Tsurumi has a point. This seemingly counterintuitive statement is commonplace among Japanese university students who, upon entering university, slack off. My hypothesis behind this disappointing phenomenon is the students' lack of passion in academic subjects. If you're a multifarious person interested in Neurology and English and would very much like to pursue both in college- well, too bad for you. As a result, students are unable to explore their range of interests, and their once radiant passion for academics slowly dies out. I am exactly this multifarious person, who dreaded the idea of being unable to pursue her diverse interests in college. Thus, I decided to abscond the country to a place that would liberate me from the confinements of monotonous learning: Dartmouth. For starters, I am a writer. During my high school years, not only was I writing for school assignments, but my competitive nature made me write submissions for various essay competitions, speech contests, short-story contests, not to mention articles for a national high-school newspaper, both in Japanese in English. Moving on to the salad: I am also a teacher, interested in education. A comparative study I conducted on American and Japanese history textbooks got me interested in the social science aspects education. Tutoring elementary kids piqued my curiosity on the pragmatic approaches of education, which leads to the main course: my interest in psychology and neurology. Although neurology was a lofty subject untaught at school, I managed to accumulate bits and pieces via reading. I dream of researching at a neuroscience lab, conducting experiments and analyzing fMRI results. The dessert is an assortment of other topics that I want to study at college, including French, international affairs, and business. Why stop at main course when there's plenty of room for dessert? Only when I exhaust all my options, pursuing all my passions, will I truly be satiated.

Option F: Emmy and Grammy winner Donald Glover is a 21st century Renaissance man-an actor, comedian, writer, director, producer, singer, songwriter, rapper, and DJ. And yet the versatile storyteller and performer recently told an interviewer, "The thing I imagine myself being in the future doesn't exist yet." Can you relate? "The longer you stay in university, the dumber you become, so you should probably quit at some point," said Japanese philosopher Unsure Tsunami. I believe Mr. Tsunami has a point. This seemingly counterintuitive statement is commonplace among Japanese university students who, upon entering university, slack off. My hypothesis behind this disappointing phenomenon is the students' lack of passion in academic subjects. If you're a multifarious person interested in Neurology and English and would very much like to pursue both in college-well, too bad for you. As a result, students are unable to explore their range of interests, and their once radiant passion for academics slowly dies out. I am exactly this multifarious person, who dreaded the idea of being unable to pursue her diverse interests in college. Thus, I decided to abscond the country to a place that would liberate me from the confinements of monotonous learning: Dartmouth. For starters, I am a writer. During my high school years, not only was I writing for school assignments, but my competitive nature made me write submissions for various essay competitions, speech contests, short-story contests, not to mention articles for a national high-school newspaper, both in Japanese in English. Moving on to the salad: I am also a teacher, interested in education. A comparative study I conducted on American and Japanese history textbooks got me interested in the social science aspects education. Tutoring elementary kids piqued my curiosity on the pragmatic approaches of education, which leads to the main course: my interest in psychology and neurology. Although neurology was a lofty subject untaught at school, I managed to accumulate bits and pieces via reading. I dream of researching at a neuroscience lab, conducting experiments and analyzing fMRI results. The dessert is an assortment of other topics that I want to study at college, including French, international affairs, and business. Why stop at main course when there's plenty of room for dessert? Only when I exhaust all my options, pursuing all my passions, will I truly be satiated.

The first person to suggest I apply to Barnard was my college advisor, Dr. Paula Tyler. As a professed feminist and liberal, I was unenthused by Texas' landscape of conservative schools, and Barnard was her first recommendation to truly catch my attention. Still unsure about applying to a school I knew little about, I began researching the university online. As I read about the school's history of advocacy for gender equality in education, its legacy of female leadership, and its commitment to environmental sustainability, I found that Barnard embodies many of my personal beliefs and hopes for society. As a woman entering the male-dominated field of mathematics, I find Barnard's feminist history and commitment to advancing women in academia appealing. Confidence and assertiveness are necessary in professional life, and Barnard's diverse, dynamic community is the perfect environment to nurture such intellectual self-assuredness. Although I intend to major in Applied Mathematics, I refuse to abandon my interests in the arts, humanities or social sciences, and Barnard's liberal arts curriculum would allow me to study a variety of topics and disciplines. Outside the classroom, the Summer Research Institute would provide unique opportunities to conduct and present research, and become more involved in a variety of STEM fields. I could also continue to indulge my love of performing, as the theatre department's productions are open to non-majors. I've found that Barnard provides the perfect blend of rigorous academia, interdisciplinary study, extracurricular opportunities, and close-knit community, and that such a challenging, empowering environment is ideal for the next stage of my life. Word Count: 258

The first person to suggest I apply to Barnard was my college advisor, Dr. Paula Tyler. As a professed feminist and liberal, I was enthused by Texas' landscape of conservative schools, and Barnard was her first recommendation to truly catch my attention. Still unsure about applying to a school I knew little about, I began researching the university online. As I read about the school's history of advocacy for gender equality in education, its legacy of female leadership, and its commitment to environmental sustainability, I found that Barnard embodies many of my personal beliefs and hopes for society. As a woman entering the male-dominated field of mathematics, I find Barnard's feminist history and commitment to advancing women in academia appealing. Confidence and assertiveness are necessary in professional life, and Barnard's diverse, dynamic community is the perfect environment to nurture such intellectual self-assuredness. Although I intend to major in Applied Mathematics, I refuse to abandon my interests in the arts, humanities or social sciences, and Barnard's liberal arts curriculum would allow me to study a variety of topics and disciplines. Outside the classroom, the Summer Research Institute would provide unique opportunities to conduct and present research, and become more involved in a variety of STEM fields. I could also continue to indulge my love of performing, as the theater department's productions are open to non-majors. I've found that Barnard provides the perfect blend of rigorous academia, interdisciplinary study, extracurricular opportunities, and close-knit community, and that such a challenging, empowering environment is ideal for the next stage of my life. Word Count: 258

"Hurbal", "Birbal", "Billbar", "Whirball", - No, these are not just obscure words. These are my names. These names are not called out of mockery, but rather they are the consequences of having a common but unheard of name in a distant land. When I asked my father why people would not say my name correctly, he answered, "It is because your name is kept after a great man whom most of them do not recognize." I was curious to know who this great man was. I inquired further and he replied, "The man was one of the pioneers of the first human flight -Wilbur Wright." Having discovered the meaning behind my name, I tried to convince others that my name was not different or funny. It was during a summer in ******* when I finished my classes and returned home. When I opened the door, I saw a book lying on the table that I had not seen before. The book roughly translates to "Stars of Science." As most of fourth-grade kids do, I opened the book to see the pictures. I riffled through the black and white pages until I saw a familiar name- Wilbur Wright. My expectations of the great man that my father used to talk about plummeted suddenly, at least in terms of his appearance. Later that night after having dinner, my mother went out to wash the dishes while my father was in the bedroom just a few steps away from the kitchen, since our kitchen, bedroom, library or any other room in a typical house was just a single room. My father asked me to get the new book he brought, so I took the book out from the bookshelf and got onto the bed with him. My father opened the book and, unsurprisingly, he turned to the biography of 'Wilbur Wright'. Usually, my father would ask me to read the book. But this time, he read it aloud while I listened intently. As I listened to him speak, I imagined myself flying high in the sky and conquering the human flight. I couldn't believe that the aviation pioneer was just an ordinary man who worked in a bicycle shop. I was completely assured that the person whose name I shared is a great man although my opinion on his appearance didn't change. However, as I grew older, I began to notice that people were too quick to judge me. I was recognized just because of my different name. Was I only the bearer of a different name and nothing more? No! I told myself. I wanted a change. A change that would prove that I am worthy of my name. But of course, change is never easy. I remember the time when I first dribbled a basketball and threw shots nowhere near the basket. Amidst barely contained giggles, my friend revealed to me that even my teacher told my father that I jumped like a frog. I gave awkward debate speeches, went blank during poem recitations and finished last in relay races. Nothing was going the way I intended, but slowly I began to learn. I learned that I could always improve. I learned that it doesn't matter if others mock or ridicule me because all I had to do was to try again and do it better. I realized that it is necessary to risk failure in order to achieve success. I learned that you can get recognized only if you try. So, I always aspire to create my own identity. I hope to see the day when people who called me "Hurbal", "Birbal", "Billbar" or "Whirball" will correctly pronounce my name as "Wilbur" because they recognize me, not because of the great man whose name I share.

"Herbal", "Burial", "Bill bar", "Whir ball", - No, these are not just obscure words. These are my names. These names are not called out of mockery, but rather they are the consequences of having a common but unheard of name in a distant land. When I asked my father why people would not say my name correctly, he answered, "It is because your name is kept after a great man whom most of them do not recognize." I was curious to know who this great man was. I inquired further, and he replied, "The man was one of the pioneers of the first human flight -Wilbur Wright." Having discovered the meaning behind my name, I tried to convince others that my name was not different or funny. It was during a summer in ******* when I finished my classes and returned home. When I opened the door, I saw a book lying on the table that I had not seen before. The book roughly translates to "Stars of Science." As most of fourth-grade kids do, I opened the book to see the pictures. I riffled through the black and white pages until I saw a familiar name-Wilbur Wright. My expectations of the great man that my father used to talk about plummeted suddenly, at least in terms of his appearance. Later that night after having dinner, my mother went out to wash the dishes while my father was in the bedroom just a few steps away from the kitchen, since our kitchen, bedroom, library or any other room in a typical house was just a single room. My father asked me to get the new book he brought, so I took the book out from the bookshelf and got onto the bed with him. My father opened the book and, unsurprisingly, he turned to the biography of 'Wilbur Wright'. Usually, my father would ask me to read the book. But this time, he read it aloud while I listened intently. As I listened to him speak, I imagined myself flying high in the sky and conquering the human flight. I couldn't believe that the aviation pioneer was just an ordinary man who worked in a bicycle shop. I was completely assured that the person whose name I shared is a great man, although my opinion on his appearance didn't change. However, as I grew older, I began to notice that people were too quick to judge me. I was recognized just because of my different name. Was I only the bearer of a different name and nothing more? No! I told myself. I wanted a change. A change that would prove that I am worthy of my name. But of course, change is never easy. I remember the time when I first dribbled a basketball and threw shots nowhere near the basket. Amidst barely contained giggles, my friend revealed to me that even my teacher told my father that I jumped like a frog. I gave awkward debate speeches, went blank during poem recitations and finished last in relay races. Nothing was going the way I intended, but slowly I began to learn. I learned that I could always improve. I learned that it doesn't matter if others mock or ridicule me because all I had to do was to try again and do it better. Furthermore, I realized that it is necessary to risk failure in order to achieve success. Furthermore, I learned that you can get recognized only if you try. So, I always aspire to create my own identity. I hope to see the day when people who called me "Herbal", "Burial", "Bill bar" or "Whir ball" will correctly pronounce my name as "Wilbur" because they recognize me, not because of the great man whose name I share.

We are often ungrateful of being "normal." We take privileges such as having eyes to see, ears to hear, or parents for granted and never see the values in it until we lose it. We fail to notice that millions of people can not enjoy these privileges. For the children in Hope House, an orphanage I served since 11th grade, they did not have the opportunity to talk, eat, or laugh with their parents. Last year, only one of my friend and I went to the Hope House on a regular basis to clean the place or play with the children. Starting this August, about twenty students began to serve in the Hope House; two "buddies" to take care of for one and a half hours were assigned to each students. Two sixteen years old boys, Chatchai and Wootichai, were assigned to me. While others played card games or jenga, we played soccer, handball, and ultimate frisbee in the field. Despite the language barrier, we laughed and sweat together. As time advanced, my affection and responsibility toward them grew. I wanted to put everything to entertain and give joy to them for the limited time I had. Honestly at first, I attended this community service to put it in the resume, but now, it means more than just a few words in the resume. Of the numerous lessons I learned from the experiences in Hope House, the most memorable takeaway that made me reproach myself was to appreciate the current situation. Every children in Hope House were always smiling, and I believe this is possible because they were grateful of the given situation. I, as an individual with high expectations in academics, was never satisfactory of the grades, SAT, and TOEFL scores I received. This character motivated me to study more, but it also brought frustration and sorrow which agonized me throughout my four years of high school. Only when I was thankful for the smallest aspects in life, I realized that happiness was not a fairy tale.

We are often ungrateful of being "normal." We take privileges such as having eyes to see, ears to hear, or parents for granted and never see the values in it until we lose it. Furthermore, we fail to notice that millions of people can not enjoy these privileges. For the children in Hope House, an orphanage I served since 11th grade, they did not have the opportunity to talk, eat, or laugh with their parents. Last year, only one of my friend and I went to the Hope House on a regular basis to clean the place or play with the children. Starting this August, about twenty students began to serve in the Hope House; two "buddies" to take care of for one and a half hours were assigned to each student. Two sixteen years old boys, Chitchat and Wotcha, were assigned to me. While others played card games or Jenna, we played soccer, handball, and ultimate Frisbee in the field. Despite the language barrier, we laughed and sweat together. As time advanced, my affection and responsibility toward them grew. I wanted to put everything to entertain and give joy to them for the limited time I had. Honestly at first, I attended this community service to put it in the resume, but now, it means more than just a few words in the resume. Of the numerous lessons I learned from the experiences in Hope House, the most memorable takeaway that made me reproach myself was to appreciate the current situation. Every child in Hope House were always smiling, and I believe this is possible because they were grateful of the given situation. I, as an individual with high expectations in academics, was never satisfactory of the grades, SAT, and TOEFL scores I received. This character motivated me to study more, but it also brought frustration and sorrow which agonized me throughout my four years of high school. Only when I was thankful for the smallest aspects in life, I realized that happiness was not a fairy tale.

As I walked onto the campus for the first time, my mental state was one of paranoia. I walked past other students on my way to class and wondered 'Can they tell?'. When I finally sat down in the classroom, I still had the irrational, yet powerful fear that the entire campus was watching me and judging me for what I was: a high school dropout. Due to an unforeseen medical condition, I was forced to drop out of high school. I was eventually diagnosed and treated, but during the interim between dropping out and completing treatment, I was faced with the worst symptom of all: boredom. To allay my boredom, I decided to read and, suddenly having a surplus of free time, I read a lot. I went through a plethora of books, and during this frenetic period of discovery I stumbled upon my passion: Mathematics While exploring a science text, I became fascinated with the equations. Their symmetry was both orderly and abstract, and the proofs used to find them were fascinating. I soon found math taking over my thoughts, with a problem always in the back of my mind and a solution just out of reach. As the treatments gave me my strength back I dedicated more and more time to my newfound obsession, until I had finished my treatments, and nothing was holding me back. I was going to be a mathematician, and now nothing could stop me. This is how I found myself standing on the campus of the University of Houston, feeling out of place but with a plan nonetheless. The transition from dropout to freshman was far from painless, with my first semester being a comedy of errors in every sense of the phrase, but unlike many of my classmates I had one advantage: I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and I knew how to get there. So, I persevered and did what I always did, I dove deep. Over the next three semesters I took as many math courses as I could, finishing roughly two years' worth of mathematics in the first year alone. It was during this glutinous period that I took a course in Differential Geometry, and I fell in love with it. Everything that I loved about mathematics was present in the subject, the elegant symmetry of the equations and mind-bending proofs pulled me in immediately. Unlike other subjects I had studied however, I could clearly see the theory develop from the perspective of its founders. There were flashes of insight of course, but also false starts and conceptual dead ends. It was a story whose characters were brilliant, but fallible, and as a result more relatable. The course gave me insight into what research in the field is like, warts and all, and I knew it was something I would enjoy. So, I decided to become a mathematical geometer! Unfortunately, I ran into a problem: UH has virtually no higher geometry courses. The irony was not lost on me, I had chosen UH because of the breadth of the material it offered, yet my chosen field happened to be the schools blind spot. I discussed this with my professors, and surprisingly their advice was to transfer. So, I set out to find schools with great geometry programs. This is what brought me to the University of Texas at Austin. The number of geometry courses that UT offers is staggering, especially in areas of Topology. The yearlong Topology sequence, M367K and M367L, offered by UT's math department, as well as the courses on manifold theory, such as M375T, would be a massive boon in preparing me for grad school in geometry. I won't be stopping at undergrad courses, and plan on taking as much of the graduate topology sequence as I can during my time in undergrad at UT. These courses were not my only reason for applying to UT, with the main attraction being the Geometry Research Training Group in UT's math department. The ability to get hands on research experience with the wealth of geometers in UT's faculty will be invaluable in gaining insights into the current modes of thought in modern geometry. These experiences will allow me to figure out where in the mathematical community I fit, and in which directions I should develop. In short, UT is a geometers paradise, and with the wealth of opportunities available I have full confidence that UT will prepare me for becoming a full-fledged mathematician.

As I walked onto the campus for the first time, my mental state was one of paranoia. I walked past other students on my way to class and wondered 'Can they tell?'. When I finally sat down in the classroom, I still had the irrational, yet powerful fear that the entire campus was watching me and judging me for what I was: a high school dropout. Due to an unforeseen medical condition, I was forced to drop out of high school. I was eventually diagnosed and treated, but during the interim between dropping out and completing treatment, I was faced with the worst symptom of all: boredom. To allay my boredom, I decided to read and, suddenly having a surplus of free time, I read a lot. I went through a plethora of books, and during this frenetic period of discovery I stumbled upon my passion: Mathematics While exploring a science text, I became fascinated with the equations. Their symmetry was both orderly and abstract, and the proofs used to find them were fascinating. I soon found math taking over my thoughts, with a problem always in the back of my mind and a solution just out of reach. As the treatments gave me my strength back I dedicated more and more time to my newfound obsession, until I had finished my treatments, and nothing was holding me back. I was going to be a mathematician, and now nothing could stop me. This is how I found myself standing on the campus of the University of Houston, feeling out of place but with a plan nonetheless. The transition from dropout to freshman was far from painless, with my first semester being a comedy of errors in every sense of the phrase, but unlike many of my classmates I had one advantage: I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and I knew how to get there. So, I persevered and did what I always did, I dove deep. Over the next three semesters I took as many math courses as I could, finishing roughly two years' worth of mathematics in the first year alone. It was during this glutinous period that I took a course in Differential Geometry, and I fell in love with it. Everything that I loved about mathematics was present in the subject, the elegant symmetry of the equations and mind-bending proofs pulled me in immediately. Unlike other subjects I had studied however, I could clearly see the theory develop from the perspective of its founders. There were flashes of insight of course, but also false starts and conceptual dead ends. It was a story whose characters were brilliant, but fallible, and as a result more relatable. The course gave me insight into what research in the field is like, warts and all, and I knew it was something I would enjoy. So, I decided to become a mathematical geometer! Unfortunately, I ran into a problem: UH has virtually no higher geometry courses. The irony was not lost on me, I had chosen UH because of the breadth of the material it offered, yet my chosen field happened to be the schools blind spot. I discussed this with my professors, and surprisingly their advice was to transfer. So, I set out to find schools with great geometry programs. This is what brought me to the University of Texas at Austin. The number of geometry courses that UT offers is staggering, especially in areas of Topology. The yearlong Topology sequence, M367K and M367L, offered by UT's math department, as well as the courses on manifold theory, such as M375T, would be a massive boon in preparing me for grad school in geometry. I won't be stopping at undergrad courses, and plan on taking as much of the graduate topology sequence as I can during my time in undergrad at UT. These courses were not my only reason for applying to UT, with the main attraction being the Geometry Research Training Group in UT's math department. The ability to get hands-on research experience with the wealth of geometer in UT's faculty will be invaluable in gaining insights into the current modes of thought in modern geometry. These experiences will allow me to figure out where in the mathematical community I fit, and in which directions I should develop. In short, UT is a geometers' paradise, and with the wealth of opportunities available I have full confidence that UT will prepare me for becoming a full-fledged mathematician.

Injustice has always been a negative experience in any form of society. It is present in various forms, whether it is poverty, lack of [education and] opportunities, or an equal dispersion of wealth. However, letting children face such things is more than cruel. They deserve the same opportunities in education, financial support, and healthcare, like any other person. The article"Understanding How Children Experience Injustice," published by World Vision International gives an incredible insight on the repression and exploitation that children all over the world face, especially in third-world, developing countries. The journalist expresses remorse over young people who are sacrificing everything in order to obtain an education in a cold, crumbling school somewhere in a poor village. They talk about the lack of opportunities, financial problems, and becoming detached from society. Everything that should be a basic right is painted in the light of a privilege, and is what these children are deprived from. This article has inspired me to pursue my dream of journalism. Yet, it goes beyond just picking up a pen and writing about a current topic. It is about speaking up for those that have felt they have been silenced by the repressive constraints of society. It is about advocating for the young children who are being denied the right to an education, stability and reliability inside and outside their homes, and being treated as less than human. Thus, journalism has the power to advocate not only the young, but for anyone who feels that they are treated in an unjust manner. It allows for a new technique and form to raise awareness about such topics. A person's greatest strength is the power of a pen. An article can educate and reform one's mindset, and has more influential impact than those of a hundred speeches. Any helpful advice would be much appreciated!

Injustice has always been a negative experience in any form of society. It is present in various forms, whether it is poverty, lack of [education and] opportunities, or an equal dispersion of wealth. However, letting children face such things is more than cruel. They deserve the same opportunities in education, financial support, and healthcare, like any other person. The article"Understanding How Children Experience Injustice," published by World Vision International gives an incredible insight on the repression and exploitation that children all over the world face, especially in third-world, developing countries. The journalist expresses remorse over young people who are sacrificing everything in order to obtain an education in a cold, crumbling school somewhere in a poor village. They talk about the lack of opportunities, financial problems, and becoming detached from society. Everything that should be a basic right is painted in the light of a privilege, and is what these children are deprived of. This article has inspired me to pursue my dream of journalism. Yet, it goes beyond just picking up a pen and writing about a current topic. It is about speaking up for those that have felt they have been silenced by the repressive constraints of society. It is about advocating for the young children who are being denied the right to an education, stability and reliability inside and outside their homes, and being treated as less than human. Thus, journalism has the power to advocate not only the young, but for anyone who feels that they are treated in an unjust manner. It allows for a new technique and form to raise awareness about such topics. A person's greatest strength is the power of a pen. An article can educate and reform one's mindset, and has more influential impact than those of a hundred speeches. Any helpful advice would be much appreciated!

Discuss an accomplishment, event, or realization that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of yourself or others. In elementary school, I was the girl that couldn't do anything well. I had attended boarding school since I was in kindergarten, so my childhood was filled with insecurity and homesickness. These inadequacies affected my studies everyday. Stress caused sickness, and I, went to see the doctor every month. The only thing that made me happy during my childhood was going home in on the weekends. My life at that time was chaotic and aimless. As a child, my only dream was to be happy. In sixth grade, something happened change my life. In the beginning of the semester, our physical education teacher taught us how to swim. Many of my classmate already knew how to swim, but I certainly didn't. I was usually the slowest runner in my PE class. When our teacher whistled, all the students jumped into the water, and I was the only one to stay on the ground. I felt scared looking at the swimming pool since the pool was deeper than my height. But my teacher became frustrated with me as he always did, and surprisingly, picked me up and threw me into the water. I struggled furiously, and swallowed a lot of water. My teacher jumped into the water and saved me when he realized I truly couldn't swim. I felt shame and embarrassment. After that, I begin to think about why I always couldn't do well at anything, and if I should I make a change. Something triggered deep inside of me. On that weekend, I went home and told my mom that I wanted to take swimming lessons. Back at school, I began to try my best to finish every task. A month later, I became the top student in my class. I also ran second place in the PE class. Then I realized, I was not that bad. The only problem was my attitude. My former self was lazy, and never willing to do anything. But I could do something well if I wanted to. I learned that it felt good to do well in something. From then on I told myself that I should be a successful person. This idea has been with me until now. I don't give up and take every chance to make myself better. Also, I learned to be hardworking. The swimming experience made me interested in sports, and this made me healthier. I don't have to see the doctor every month like when I was young. As a teenager, I continue to take part in many other sports, but I always was fond of swimming. When I began to do well at school, I became a little arrogant. But when I found my friends distancing away from me, I learned that no one would remain friends with me if I had a negative attitude, even though I had good grades. Now I always empathize with others rather than being proud, and I restrain myself from showing anger even when others have a bad temper. I realized that after I began improving at school, I was no longer homesick. I no longer blamed my parents for sending me to boarding school. Living apart from family forced me to quickly take care of myself and learn necessary life skills at a very young age. The experience that I had studying and living with other people gave me an original view of the world and a unique personality. I am thankful for the hardships I've had because they have raised me, made me stronger, and more focused on achieving my goals. No one who knows me now would believe I was the insecure girl from my past. However, I alway remember who I used to be, and always tell myself to move forward.

Discuss an accomplishment, event, or realization that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of yourself or others. In elementary school, I was the girl that couldn't do anything well. I had attended boarding school since I was in kindergarten, so my childhood was filled with insecurity and homesickness. These inadequacies affected my studies every day. Stress caused sickness, and I, went to see the doctor every month. The only thing that made me happy during my childhood was going home in on the weekends. My life at that time was chaotic and aimless. As a child, my only dream was to be happy. In sixth grade, something happened change my life. In the beginning of the semester, our physical education teacher taught us how to swim. Many of my classmate already knew how to swim, but I certainly didn't. I was usually the slowest runner in my PE class. When our teacher whistled, all the students jumped into the water, and I was the only one to stay on the ground. I felt scared looking at the swimming pool since the pool was deeper than my height. But my teacher became frustrated with me as he always did, and surprisingly, picked me up and threw me into the water. I struggled furiously, and swallowed a lot of water. My teacher jumped into the water and saved me when he realized I truly couldn't swim. I felt shame and embarrassment. After that, I begin to think about why I always couldn't do well at anything, and if I should,, I make a change. Something triggered deep inside me. On that weekend, I went home and told my mom that I wanted to take swimming lessons. Back at school, I began to try my best to finish every task. A month later, I became the top student in my class. I also ran second place in the PE class. Then I realized, I was not that bad. The only problem was my attitude. My former self was lazy, and never willing to do anything. But I could do something well if I wanted to. I learned that it felt good to do well in something. From then on I told myself that I should be a successful person. This idea has been with me until now. I don't give up and take every chance to make myself better. Also, I learned to be hardworking. The swimming experience made me interested in sports, and this made me healthier. I don't have to see the doctor every month like when I was young. As a teenager, I continue to take part in many other sports, but I was always fond of swimming. When I began to do well at school, I became a little arrogant. But when I found my friends distancing away from me, I learned that no one would remain friends with me if I had a negative attitude, even though I had good grades. Now I always empathize with others rather than being proud, and I restrain myself from showing anger even when others have a bad temper. I realized that after I began improving at school, I was no longer homesick. I no longer blamed my parents for sending me to boarding school. Living apart from family forced me to quickly take care of myself and learn necessary life skills at a very young age. The experience that I had studying and living with other people gave me an original view of the world and a unique personality. I am thankful for the hardships I've had because they have raised me, made me stronger, and more focused on achieving my goals. No one who knows me now would believe I was the insecure girl from my past. However, I away remember who I used to be, and always tell myself to move forward.

Tell us about a circumstance (from any area of your life, continuing or past) that has challenged you, or continues to challenge you, and describe how you are using that experience to grow into the student and the person you aspire to be. Before my final year of high school, my family decided to move out of the city. Switching schools is something I had never experienced, and having to establish new social connections while adjusting to a new environment was incredibly challenging. For me, senior year was supposed to be a time to cement my relationships into lifelong friendships and transition into adulthood together; but instead, I was the "new kid" trying to make new friends and trying to fit in. Although the beginning of the school year was a difficult time, relocating has also taught me how important it is to be adaptable. I wasn't given a choice to move, but what I was given were the new opportunities to be experienced. I learned to grasp this opportunity as a chance to discover new people and try new things. As someone who is slow to warm up to people, I had to come out of my shell and make an effort to introduce myself as confidently as possible. The more names I knew, the easier it was to continue starting conversations with strangers. Becoming more comfortable being uncomfortable is something I am constantly striving to improve, and by learning to accept and adapt to change allowed me to be uncomfortable. Adaption was a process I had to go through the past four months, and I continue to be challenged by it; however, the person I aspire to be is not afraid of challenge because challenge creates discomfort, and great things never come from comfort zones.

Tell us about a circumstance (from any area of your life, continuing or past) that has challenged you, or continues to challenge you, and describe how you are using that experience to grow into the student and the person you aspire to be. Before my final year of high school, my family decided to move out of the city. Switching schools is something I had never experienced, and having to establish new social connections while adjusting to a new environment was incredibly challenging. For me, senior year was supposed to be a time to cement my relationships into lifelong friendships and transition into adulthood together; but instead, I was the "new kid" trying to make new friends and trying to fit in. Although the beginning of the school year was a difficult time, relocating has also taught me how important it is to be adaptable. I wasn't given a choice to move, but what I was given were the new opportunities to be experienced. I learned to grasp this opportunity as a chance to discover new people and try new things. As someone who is slow to warm up to people, I had to come out of my shell and make an effort to introduce myself as confidently as possible. The more names I knew, the easier it was to continue starting conversations with strangers. Becoming more comfortable being uncomfortable is something I am constantly striving to improve, and by learning to accept and adapt to change allowed me to be uncomfortable. Adaption was a process I had to go through the past four months, and I continue to be challenged by it; however, the person I aspire to be is not afraid of challenge because challenge creates discomfort, and great things never come from comfort zones.

Entering elementary school not only marked the beginning of my academic career, but also the beginning of a new cultural era. Previously, my early childhood consisted of authentic Southeast Asian cuisines, English mixed with Chinese, and traditional silk clothing imported from China. But when I was five, I was exposed to a whole new world of vibrant cotton-blend clothes, denim overalls, and strange foods like beef dippers and corn dogs. Even then, I vividly remember how difficult it was to learn the norms of the mainstream culture. Since then, the greasy, fast food I was once appalled by is now a constant in my life and my English is perfect. But while I have adapted to the American customs, I also learned to appreciate my diverse heritage. Using my broadened sense of self-awareness and self-acceptance of my blended heritage, I am able to share my experiences with my peers and community through International Night at my high school and local cultural festivals. Ten years down the road, I find myself in a similar position, but this time in the Galapagos Islands-- home to Charles Darwin's observations and evolutionary theory. From the moment I stepped off the small plane to the cultural immersion experience on each island, I could sense the local's culture of protectionism and conservationism. Although I was only there for two weeks, the emphasis on preserving the pristine environment had me committed to protecting the Galapagos Islands and the myriad of unique species it is home to. Taking my strong sense of protectionism that I acquired during my short trip abroad, I decided to collaborate with my school's environmental club, Go Green, to implement a community protection and preservation project that would not only positively impact our school, but also the rest of our community. My experience abroad and self-awareness, inspired me to initiated a project to improve the recycling program throughout our school, which eventually led to the development of recycling programs in several underfunded elementary schools in our county. To Rice University, I bring a perspective eager to embrace new cultures with an open mind. I bring a perspective that values learning from her own experiences to share with others, and who takes the initiative to act. My self-awareness for my culture has made me realize that my own encounters in life will allow me to connect, build relationships, and value the experiences of others from different backgrounds through the residential college system at Rice. As I have helped my peers deepen their self-awareness, acceptance, and knowledge I have learned that my diversity can be an asset to me, my peers, and the Rice community.

Entering elementary school not only marked the beginning of my academic career, but also the beginning of a new cultural era. Previously, my early childhood consisted of authentic Southeast Asian cuisines, English mixed with Chinese, and traditional silk clothing imported from China. But when I was five, I was exposed to a whole new world of vibrant cotton-blend clothes, denim overalls, and strange foods like beef dippers and corn dogs. Even then, I vividly remember how difficult it was to learn the norms of the mainstream culture. Since then, the greasy, fast food I was once appalled by is now a constant in my life and my English is perfect. But while I have adapted to the American customs, I also learned to appreciate my diverse heritage. Using my broadened sense of self-awareness and self-acceptance of my blended heritage, I am able to share my experiences with my peers and community through International Night at my high school and local cultural festivals. Ten years down the road, I find myself in a similar position, but this time in the Galápagos Islands-- home to Charles Darwin's observations and evolutionary theory. From the moment I stepped off the small plane to the cultural immersion experience on each island, I could sense the local's culture of protectionism and conservationism. Although I was only there for two weeks, the emphasis on preserving the pristine environment had me committed to protecting the Galápagos Islands and the myriad of unique species it is home to. Taking my strong sense of protectionism that I acquired during my short trip abroad, I decided to collaborate with my school's environmental club, Go Green, to implement a community protection and preservation project that would not only positively impact our school, but also the rest of our community. My experience abroad and self-awareness, inspired me to initiate a project to improve the recycling program throughout our school, which eventually led to the development of recycling programs in several underfunded elementary schools in our county. To Rice University, I bring a perspective eager to embrace new cultures with an open mind. I bring a perspective that values learning from her own experiences to share with others, and who takes the initiative to act. My self-awareness for my culture has made me realize that my own encounters in life will allow me to connect, build relationships, and value the experiences of others from different backgrounds through the residential college system at Rice. As I have helped my peers deepen their self-awareness, acceptance, and knowledge I have learned that my diversity can be an asset to me, my peers, and the Rice community.

I have accidentally used over 250 words.. I perceive architecture as an art that leaves a permanent mark in history. A mark that is not of buildings, but what is created by an idiosyncratic individual that shows timelessness and practicality. Sadly, many do not see the impact architecture has had in history, as I was one of many. However, from discovering architecture in elementary school to the present, I have become fond of it and would like to construct my mark that would convey architecture to modern society. As a resident of Georgia, I have definitely heard and researched about Georgia Tech. As one of the highest rated schools for architecture, I am allured by its vision of offering the highest education a school can offer. By offering exceptional programs, like its study abroad programs in Europe and Asia, I can become inspired by different cultures and history that I have never seen from my naked eye or by hands-on experience. I am very eager that I can study how as changes occur in society, architecture seems to reveal its commonplace in many cultures. Georgia Tech School of Architecture and its study abroad programs are a crucial key in further developing my desire to create a better world, and to have this opportunity to design and create what can reflect on modern society is what I indubitably want to pursue in my life. I know it will be tough after graduation with overwhelming pressure upon my back, however, I will not hesitate to take on difficult projects throughout my college years. For I know that through constant practice and studying at one of the top architecture colleges, I can have viable and innovative solutions. I have heard how challenging Georgia Tech will be from its first year all the way to its graduate school, however, as diamond forms under constant pressure, I will become an architect that will leave a mark inspiring the current and future generations.

I have accidentally used over 250 words. I perceive architecture as an art that leaves a permanent mark in history. A mark that is not of buildings, but what is created by an idiosyncratic individual that shows timelessness and practicality. Sadly, many do not see the impact architecture has had in history, as I was one of many. However, from discovering architecture in elementary school to the present, I have become fond of it and would like to construct my mark that would convey architecture to modern society. As a resident of Georgia, I have definitely heard and researched about Georgia Tech. As one of the highest rated schools for architecture, I am allured by its vision of offering the highest education a school can offer. By offering exceptional programs, like its study abroad programs in Europe and Asia, I can become inspired by different cultures and history that I have never seen from my naked eye or by hands-on experience. I am very eager that I can study how as changes occur in society, architecture seems to reveal its commonplace in many cultures. Georgia Tech School of Architecture and its study abroad programs are a crucial key in further developing my desire to create a better world, and to have this opportunity to design and create what can reflect on modern society is what I indubitably want to pursue in my life. I know it will be tough after graduation with overwhelming pressure upon my back, however, I will not hesitate to take on difficult projects throughout my college years. For I know that through constant practice and studying at one of the top architecture colleges, I can have viable and innovative solutions. I have heard how challenging Georgia Tech will be from its first year all the way to its graduate school, however, as diamond forms under constant pressure, I will become an architect that will leave a mark inspiring the current and future generations.

I am Nusrat Jahan. Since my childhood I remember desiring to be an explorer. I love travelling and visited many places of my country. I desire to experience new cultures and learn about the cultural history of other countries as well. Unfortunately I didn't get the opportunity since my father is a Marine Engineer who works for foreign ships and for his work he couldn't give me and sisters enough time. So I decided to make the most of my academics and achieve better result so I can keep my travelling dreams alive. I have four sisters, three older and one younger. My mother is a house-wife and the most important person of my life. I love my family more than anything in this world and my mother means everything to me. She is the most influential figure in my life and I want to be like my mother because for me she's the strongest women ever. During my secondary and high school I have participated in many cultural activities. I love singing and dancing and my mother always encourages me to pursuit my passion. I learned music for six years. I find peace in music and both singing and dancing comforts me in a time of great distress and sadness. I have leadership qualities and since my secondary school till now I have always been the class representative. I have received awards for my cultural activities and for my results but among them one of the most important awards that I got is from the honorable Prime Minister of Bangladesh for my outstanding performance in the Secondary School Certificate Exam. I provide private tuition to English medium school students. I love teaching because I think teaching is not only a profession but a moral responsibility that I take very seriously and sincerely. "A teacher is never an ordinary person. Construction and destruction can be produced in his lap" a quotation by Chanakya made me believe so. I am currently enrolled in University Of Liberal Arts Bangladesh in third year. I am doing my major in Computer Science & Engineering and minor in Bachelor of Business Administration (BBA). I chose CSE as my major because the most important aspect of computer of a software developer is problem solving, an essential skill for life. I applied for the Global Undergraduate Exchange Program (Global UGRAD) because this exchange program will allow me to familiarize myself with the cultural norms and styles of the citizen there. This exchange program will be a great opportunity for me to explore another part of the world while continuing my education. I can also interchange the rich cultural history of Bangladesh through this exchange program. I have no intension of staying in USA. My family is settled in Bangladesh and I have certain responsibilities to my family that I need to comply.

I am Nus rat Japan. Since my childhood I remember desiring to be an explorer. I love travelling and visited many places of my country. I desire to experience new cultures and learn about the cultural history of other countries as well. Unfortunately I didn't get the opportunity since my father is a Marine Engineer who works for foreign ships and for his work he couldn't give me and sisters enough time. So I decided to make the most of my academics and achieve better result, so I can keep my travelling dreams alive. I have four sisters, three older and one younger. My mother is a house-wife and the most important person of my life. I love my family more than anything in this world and my mother means everything to me. She is the most influential figure in my life and I want to be like my mother because for me, she's the strongest women ever. During my secondary and high school I have participated in many cultural activities. I love singing and dancing and my mother always encourages me to pursuit my passion. I learned music for six years. Furthermore, I find peace in music and both singing and dancing comforts me in a time of great distress and sadness. Furthermore, I have leadership qualities and since my secondary school till now I have always been the class representative. Furthermore, I have received awards for my cultural activities and for my results but among them one of the most important awards that I got is from the honorable Prime Minister of Bangladesh for my outstanding performance in the Secondary School Certificate Exam. Furthermore, I provide private tuition to English medium school students. Furthermore, I love teaching because I think teaching is not only a profession but a moral responsibility that I take very seriously and sincerely. "A teacher is never an ordinary person. Construction and destruction can be produced in his lap" a quotation by Canada made me believe so. I am currently enrolled in University Of Liberal Arts Bangladesh in third year. I am doing my major in Computer Science camp; Engineering and minor in Bachelor of Business Administration (BBA). Furthermore, I chose CSE as my major because the most important aspect of computer of a software developer is problem-solving, an essential skill for life. Furthermore, I applied for the Global Undergraduate Exchange Program (Global GRAD) because this exchange program will allow me to familiarize myself with the cultural norms and styles of the citizen there. This exchange program will be a great opportunity for me to explore another part of the world while continuing my education. I can also interchange the rich cultural history of Bangladesh through this exchange program. I have no intention of staying in the USA. My family is settled in Bangladesh and I have certain responsibilities to my family that I need to comply.

Bam! A punch to my face.Like any other time, I would have easily gotten angry and throw back the punch. But this time was different cause I have grown from the angry, impatient boy I used to be. I keep my cool and handle the situation. It is the second match of our own private league of football and suddenly a fight breaks out, everyone grabbing everybody else trying to break the fight, one gets punched while breaking the fight and another fight starts. I thought," Yeah! the match is done." So getting into the middle of the fight, I try to break it but I get punched. Yet I keep my cool and whisper to one of the people fighting, "Let me handle this, you back off!" and that is all it took. I settled everybody in the next few minutes. Looking back at it, I have always thought, why it was me they listened to and not others who were desperately trying to stop the fight, why it was me who just had to get involved at all, why did not I react when I got punched and finally I have realized these fights are normal for me. I grew up in a joint family with always present three or four siblings, cousins and sometimes more. Getting into a fight, separating other people in a fight and knowing the right things to say, overall, my ability to adapt has always been my fortitude. Over these past years, I have been more reliable and that is why people listen to me. I was the one that made sure the football venue was always ready for our teams, I made sure that the price for it was lowered and that is why they listened to me while in the fight. Growing up in a family of ten, I have always found myself surrounded by chaos. My home was loud, noisy and messy. Brothers and sisters fighting, somebody always shouting from the kitchen to make sure everybody comes up to eat in time, the T.V always on even when nobody watches it but I have learned to adapt, expect the unexpected. What it has helped me most is to understand that life is spontaneous, it throws things at you when you are never ready but handling these randomness has been easy. Although everything related to me is messy and far from perfection, never I have been able to step away from making small mistakes of my family and friends a little right. Maybe simply turning the TV off, turning off the lights or tidying up after my small brothers and sisters not look like a big part on its own but these are the small gears that help run the whole piece smoothly. This is what I believe, in perfection and patience to do something always on time for bigger things to happen. I have learned to adapt, learned to be patient and put the hard work, commitment to every little thing so as to create an almost perfect environment for me and everybody around me, hoping college will help me to improve upon my perfection, I can only look forward to it.

Bam! A punch to my face. Like any other time, I would have easily gotten angry and throw back the punch. But this time was different because I have grown from the angry, impatient boy I used to be. I keep my cool and handle the situation. It is the second match of our own private league of football and suddenly a fight breaks out, everyone grabbing everybody else trying to break the fight, one gets punched while breaking the fight and another fight starts. I thought," Yeah! The match is done." So getting into the middle of the fight, I try to break it, but I get punched. Yet I keep my cool and whisper to one of the people fighting, "Let me handle this, you back off!" and that is all it took. I settled everybody in the next few minutes. Looking back at it, I have always thought, why it was me they listened to and not others who were desperately trying to stop the fight, why it was me who just had to get involved at all, why did not I react when I got punched, and finally I have realized these fights are normal for me. I grew up in a joint family with always present three or four siblings, cousins and sometimes more. Getting into a fight, separating other people in a fight and knowing the right things to say, overall, my ability to adapt has always been my fortitude. Over these past years, I have been more reliable and that is why people listen to me. I was the one that made sure the football venue was always ready for our teams, I made sure that the price for it was lowered and that is why they listened to me while in the fight. Growing up in a family of ten, I have always found myself surrounded by chaos. My home was loud, noisy and messy. Brothers and sisters fighting, somebody always shouting from the kitchen to make sure everybody comes up to eat in time, the T. V always on even when nobody watches it, but I have learned to adapt, expect the unexpected. What it has helped me most is to understand that life is spontaneous, it throws things at you when you are never ready but handling this randomness has been easy. Although everything related to me is messy and far from perfection, never I have been able to step away from making small mistakes of my family and friends a little right. Maybe simply turning the TV off, turning off the lights or tidying up after my small brothers and sisters not look like a big part on its own, but these are the small gears that help run the whole piece smoothly. This is what I believe, in perfection and patience to do something always on time for bigger things to happen. I have learned to adapt, learned to be patient and put the hard work, commitment to every little thing to create an almost perfect environment for me and everybody around me, hoping college will help me to improve upon my perfection, I can only look forward to it.

Many people have many important taskdesiregoal to focus on or to accomplish. So have I. But the most important and most meaningful motive i have to ensure that natural green zone is safe as well as all the wilddomesticmarine animals ( especially vertebrates which are in massive danger). That's why apart from my study i signed numerous petition to sustain the basic privileges of animals and joined in multiple protest on street to let our green heaven and voiceless souls thrive in peace. I'm also a team member of a non-profit organization called VOICELESS INDIA and soon going to be a workshop coordinator in my own city. Now why is it important? Because, besides trees, wild animals and other species help to maintain an ecological balance of the earth but since the dawn of homo sapiens, they're in a oath to destroy the world not only for their demand but for their endless lucrative motives. And if mother nature presses the ' reset' button, then its game over. So this message is very important to send every human's conviction to make a part of their daily life. Furthermore, now it's the ethical point. Earth is the only place where any living species can have a life and defray and we r no exception. Through ancient time till now in the age of gadgets we are heavily relying on her and all of her children. So annihilating her completely is not an option. - any suggestion is humbly welcomed.

Many people have many important taskdesiregoal to focus on or to accomplish. So have I. But the most important and most meaningful motive I have to ensure that natural green zone is safe as well as all the wilddomesticmarine animals (especially vertebrates which are in massive danger). That's why apart from my study I signed numerous petition to sustain the basic privileges of animals and joined in multiple protest on street to let our green heaven and voiceless souls thrive in peace. I'm also a team member of a non-profit organization called VOICELESS INDIA and soon going to be a workshop coordinator in my own city. Now why is it important? Because, besides trees, wild animals and other species help to maintain an ecological balance of the earth but since the dawn of Homo sapiens, they're in an oath to destroy the world not only for their demand but for their endless lucrative motives. And if mother nature presses the' reset' button, then its game over. So this message is very important to send every human's conviction to make a part of their daily life. Furthermore, now it's the ethical point. Earth is the only place where any living species can have a life and defray and we are no exception. Through ancient time till now in the age of gadgets we are heavily relying on her and all of her children. So annihilating her completely is not an option. - any suggestion is humbly welcomed.

I don't want to go to a university where I will focus completely on physics, something which I can already do myself and will pursue further in graduate school. In university, I want an experience that will push me to my intellectual limits, one which will challenge my way of thinking, and one which will strengthen me intellectually. What drew me to UChicago was its unique style apparent from its weird essays, tough-and stressful as I have been told-Core Curriculum, its lack of pre-professional programs, and its dedication to the pursuit of knowledge and freedom of speech. The overall impression I receive is a world-class intellectually demanding curriculum and community where I can join in on rigorous debates and discussions both inside the small classrooms and with a community united by a common passion for learning. If that's so, my wishes of being intellectually challenged and strengthened in and outside the classroom for a brutal 4 years of university will be fulfilled and I look forward to my experience. Thank you all in advance :)

I don't want to go to a university where I will focus completely on physics, something which I can already do myself and will pursue further in graduate school. In university, I want an experience that will push me to my intellectual limits, one which will challenge my way of thinking, and one which will strengthen me intellectually. What drew me to UChicago was its unique style apparent from its weird essays, tough-and stressful as I have been told-Core Curriculum, its lack of pre-professional programs, and its dedication to the pursuit of knowledge and freedom of speech. The overall impression I receive is a world-class intellectually demanding curriculum and community where I can join in on rigorous debates and discussions both inside the small classrooms and with a community united by a common passion for learning. If that's so, my wishes of being intellectually challenged and strengthened in and outside the classroom for a brutal 4 years of university will be fulfilled, and I look forward to my experience. Thank you all in advance :)

PROMPT: Reflecting on your personal and educational goals, please write about how you believe UNC Wilmington will allow you to grow as a student and as a person. Please also feel free to provide any explanations about your academic history. Have you ever tried eating soup without a spoon? Innovations aside, it's almost impossible. With that being said, it is essential that one must have the right utensils available to be successful and UNC Wilmington has all the tools and assets needed for me to do so. I have been interested in the environment and marine life from a very young age, and being able to attend UNC W would give me the opportunity to earn the credentials needed to start a career that is meaningful to me. One of the many reasons why I am applying to UNCW is not only because of its welcoming community but more specifically its location and resources. Being a kinesthetic learner, it is imperative for me to be in an environment that would allow me to take what I am learning from a course and be able to apply it and UNCW offers resources needed to become successful in that way. I spend most of my spare time outdoors and being able to observe the Atlantic coast, Cape Fear River, and The Fort Fisher Aquarium would only supplement my studies and efforts in becoming a Marine Biologist. UNCW offers the ideal Biology program for me in that there are numerous research opportunities and a diverse set of facilities available on campus so I can continuously improve on my studies effectively. I am eager to get involved with some of the various student organizations and internship programs UNCW offers to its students. Being able to connect with others who share the same Interests, exchange different perspectives, and expand on one another's ideas is very important to me and my personal development, as I have always been a tad shy and would like to work on my leadership skills and assertiveness. Networking and collaboration play an important role in developing new ideas and technology which is a skill that I will need to master in order to become the best Biologist I can be. Being involved with the UNCW community will help me accomplish that. Ultimately, my goal is to be able to contribute to the U.S Conservation and Preservation efforts effectively, and perhaps discover new information along the way. Being able to call myself a Seahawk alumnus would mean that I had found a spoon for my soup.

PROMPT: Reflecting on your personal and educational goals, please write about how you believe UNC Wilmington will allow you to grow as a student and as a person. Please also feel free to provide any explanations about your academic history. Have you ever tried eating soup without a spoon? Innovations aside, it's almost impossible. With that being said, it is essential that one must have the right utensils available to be successful and UNC Wilmington has all the tools and assets needed for me to do so. I have been interested in the environment and marine life from a very young age, and being able to attend UNC W would give me the opportunity to earn the credentials needed to start a career that is meaningful to me. One of the many reasons why I am applying to UNC is not only because of its welcoming community but more specifically its location and resources. Being a kinesthetic learner, it is imperative for me to be in an environment that would allow me to take what I am learning from a course and be able to apply it and UNC offers resources needed to become successful in that way. I spend most of my spare time outdoors and being able to observe the Atlantic coast, Cape Fear River, and The Fort Fisher Aquarium would only supplement my studies and efforts in becoming a Marine Biologist. UNC offers the ideal Biology program for me in that there are numerous research opportunities and a diverse set of facilities available on campus, so I can continuously improve on my studies effectively. I am eager to get involved with some various student organizations and internship programs UNC offers to its students. Being able to connect with others who share the same Interests, exchange different perspectives, and expand on one another's ideas is very important to me and my personal development, as I have always been a tad shy and would like to work on my leadership skills and assertiveness. Networking and collaboration play an important role in developing new ideas and technology which is a skill that I will need to master in order to become the best Biologist I can be. Being involved with the UNC community will help me accomplish that. Ultimately, my goal is to be able to contribute to the U.S. Conservation and Preservation efforts effectively, and perhaps discover new information along the way. Being able to call myself a Sea hawk alumnus would mean that I had found a spoon for my soup.

I would really appreciate all opinionsPlease briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences (150-400 words) It all began as simple way to help girls in the technical drawing class of my school improve their skills. In my school technical drawing is a boy dominated class so the few girls who choose to enroll are usually underappreciated. In my senior year I began a technical drawing help class for girls which took place during the weekends in the girls' hostel. With time and contribution from all the girls in the group, everyone began improving significantly and girls became huge represents for the course. Students from other departments joined the group and after a while our little group expanded and we began teaching subjects ranging from further mathematics to literature. You can even imagine the shock and pride we felt when we found out the boys had taken a hint and began the same thing in their hostel. Although not a formally recognized school organization, the tutoring program I believe was a huge contribution to the development of the student body, and I am more than pleased knowing the even after my set's graduation, the present senior class has continued the program. Outside of school however, during the holidays, I provided free lessons and help with homework to the small children surrounding me. Most of my neighbors are children with ages from 2 to 10 years old who don't have any elder siblings to help them with their homework. So most of the time they come to my house for help, which I willingly offer. Most of my classmates and friends lived far away so my siblings would help whenever then had the chance. After a while parents began donating money which I used to buy a white board and markers to effectively teach the children. In school or at home, contributing to the people and community around me with activities such as this is something I am extremely happy to participate in. (318 words)

I would really appreciate all opinionsPlease briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences (150-400 words) It all began as simple way to help girls in the technical drawing class of my school improve their skills. In my school technical drawing is a boy dominated class so the few girls who choose to enroll are usually underappreciated. In my senior year I began a technical drawing help class for girls which took place during the weekends in the girls' hostel. With time and contribution from all the girls in the group, everyone began improving significantly and girls became huge represents for the course. Students from other departments joined the group and after a while our little group expanded, and we began teaching subjects ranging from further mathematics to literature. You can even imagine the shock and pride we felt when we found out the boys had taken a hint and began the same thing in their hostel. Although not a formally recognized school organization, the tutoring program I believe was a huge contribution to the development of the student body, and I am more than pleased knowing the even after my set's graduation, the present senior class has continued the program. Outside of school however, during the holidays, I provided free lessons and help with homework to the small children surrounding me. Most of my neighbors are children with ages from 2 to 10 years old who don't have any elder siblings to help them with their homework. So most of the time they come to my house for help, which I willingly offer. Most of my classmates and friends lived far away, so my siblings would help whenever then had the chance. After a while parents began donating money which I used to buy a white board and markers to effectively teach the children. In school or at home, contributing to the people and community around me with activities such as this is something I am extremely happy to participate in. (318 words)

I wanted to write the first paragraph as if someone who knows me well was describing me but i dont want it to sound as if i got someone to write it for me. I dont want to sound conceited but i also want to highlight my strengths. Does the second paragraph need a conclusion? let me know what you guys think. Thank you! "she is passionate, devoted, hard-working, loyal..." these descriptions are just a few characteristics that people use to describe her. Who she is can not be described in one word, it is a cluster of traits that make her the best version of a daughter, friend, classmate and student. When her family's business was destroyed after a tragic fire, she did not run in the face of adversity, instead she worked hard to get scholarships in school and was devoted to rebuilding what was lost. Her friends describe her as quirky, creative and funny but also loyal because regardless of what is going on in her life she will always be present when needed. To the people in the community she is a kind and empathetic but also incredibly eager to learn, she will always work to improve by challenging herself and asking questions. This is how someone who knows me well would describe me. A trait I am most proud of is my desire to help people because this has taught me lifelong lessons about the world and myself. Volunteering in different fields has allowed me to fulfill my passion and learn through hands-on experiences. My position at BC cancer involves one to one conversations with patients, in where many of them confide in me with their personal worries and thoughts. Additionally, running day camps for children who have recently lost a loved one, in partnership with hospice society, requires careful counselling sessions and compassionate empathy.

I wanted to write the first paragraph as if someone who knows me well was describing me but i don't want it to sound as if I got someone to write it for me. I don't want to sound conceited but I also want to highlight my strengths. Does the second paragraph need a conclusion? Let me know what you guys think. Thank you! "She is passionate, devoted, hard-working, loyal..." these descriptions are just a few characteristics that people use to describe her. Who she is can not be described in one word, it is a cluster of traits that make her the best version of a daughter, friend, classmate and student. When her family's business was destroyed after a tragic fire, she did not run in the face of adversity, instead she worked hard to get scholarships in school and was devoted to rebuilding what was lost. Her friends describe her as quirky, creative and funny but also loyal because regardless of what is going on in her life she will always be present when needed. To the people in the community she is a kind and empathetic but also incredibly eager to learn, she will always work to improve by challenging herself and asking questions. This is how someone who knows me well would describe me. A trait I am most proud of is my desire to help people because this has taught me lifelong lessons about the world and myself. Volunteering in different fields has allowed me to fulfill my passion and learn through hands-on experiences. My position at BC cancer involves one to one conversations with patients, in where many of them confide in me with their personal worries and thoughts. Additionally, running day camps for children who have recently lost a loved one, in partnership with hospice society, requires careful counselling sessions and compassionate empathy.

I want a home outside of home. Not once did I ever have the confidence or thought to compel me to challenge myself for such a big leap in commitment. Subjecting myself to the local lifestyle of my hometown is comforting, however it is not the boost of unfamiliarity I yearn for. UChicago offers a big city in one campus, niches and differences found all around. Though the seasons change every quarter and the days go by just like at home, the major differences between Chicago and New Hampshire instill a sense of strength within me. The thing about UChicago is that it thrives off the individuality of every student, which is exactly what I want to display. UChicago searches for difference, diversity, creative expression, and originality from every single student. I grew up conditioned to feel like I have to fit in with a certain group to be considered, but UChicago makes me feel welcomed for my differences. I see it as a place where I can present the truest version of myself. My mind was set on art for the majority of my high school years. I constantly perused various art schools, but it didn't satisfy my lingering want for in-depth cultural education. I'm ecstatic that UChicago offers both courses on East Asian languages, which no classes were available for in high school, as well as visual arts. On top of that, I'm happy that it gives students the ability to be heard thanks to smaller classroom sizes. Most importantly to me, it has a variety of options for studying abroad, and it would make me feel honored to represent UChicago. Having the opportunity to study and live in a different country is a tremendous headstart to pursuing life outside of the United States post-graduation. A distinguished saying about the Korean alphabet is that "a wise man can acquaint himself with them before the morning is over; even a stupid man can learn them in the space of ten days." This saying can be applied to any subject, permitting time and brainpower. UChicago carries the resources for students to acquire any subject of their choosing, where they can take a seat at the Harper Library or The Reg and study for hours on end. Students at UChicago are the wise men acquaint learn material by evening, whether it be with frustration, adversity, or joy. The strenuous environment is exciting to my own. I trust UChicago to guide me toward an international career, thanks to Korean language classes and exceptional professors like Won-Kyung Na, who I've seen fantastic demos for. Not only do I expect UChicago to commit to my higher education, but also my higher expression. UChicago provides quality classes and lectures pertaining to everyone's interests, but I also consider expanding interests into joining clubs of high importance. The expanse of expression within the student body is molding, forever changing, however each student can be able to find someone just like them. It's not often that a university comes together to plan an enormous scavenger hunt, but UChicago has done it. More specifically, there are tons of RSOs like Festival of the Arts, various dance clubs, and hundreds of others that I'm excited to learn about. My hope is that these clubs will help give me a more substantial outlook on not only my life but the lives around me, and put it to work in the years to come. Getting to know people might be the greatest thing to happen in one's life. The RSOs at UChicago push me to try harder to know others than any other school organization has done in the past. A city just over one thousand miles away from me most likely would not warm up to me very quickly, however the distance is minute compared to the vast range of opportunities that lie at UChicago. The idea of myself being included within the student body is comfortably snug within my mind, painting UChicago as my paradise and all I can wish for. This is not one of the places where I must throw my creativity nor humor away, but instead utilize it to the best of my ability. It is with my utmost honor that I consider UChicago to be my home outside of home.

I want a home outside of home. Not once did I ever have the confidence or thought to compel me to challenge myself for such a big leap in commitment. Subjecting myself to the local lifestyle of my hometown is comforting, however it is not the boost of unfamiliarity I yearn for. UChicago offers a big city in one campus, niches and differences found all around. Though the seasons change every quarter and the days go by just like at home, the major differences between Chicago and New Hampshire instill a sense of strength within me. The thing about UChicago is that it thrives off the individuality of every student, which is exactly what I want to display. UChicago searches for difference, diversity, creative expression, and originality from every single student. I grew up conditioned to feel like I have to fit in with a certain group to be considered, but UChicago makes me feel welcomed for my differences. I see it as a place where I can present the truest version of myself. My mind was set on art for the majority of my high school years. I constantly perused various art schools, but it didn't satisfy my lingering want for in-depth cultural education. I'm ecstatic that UChicago offers both courses on East Asian languages, which no classes were available for in high school, and visual arts. On top of that, I'm happy that it gives students the ability to be heard thanks to smaller classroom sizes. Most importantly to me, it has a variety of options for studying abroad, and it would make me feel honored to represent UChicago. Having the opportunity to study and live in a different country is a tremendous head start to pursuing life outside the United States post-graduation. A distinguished saying about the Korean alphabet is that "a wise man can acquaint himself with them before the morning is over; even a stupid man can learn them in the space of ten days." This saying can be applied to any subject, permitting time and brainpower. UChicago carries the resources for students to acquire any subject of their choosing, where they can take a seat at the Harper Library or The Reg and study for hours on end. Students at UChicago are the wise men acquaint learn material by evening, whether it be with frustration, adversity, or joy. The strenuous environment is exciting to my own. I trust UChicago to guide me toward an international career, thanks to Korean language classes and exceptional professors like Won-Kyung Na, who I've seen fantastic demos for. Not only do I expect UChicago to commit to my higher education, but also my higher expression. UChicago provides quality classes and lectures pertaining to everyone's interests, but I also consider expanding interests into joining clubs of high importance. The expanse of expression within the student body is molding, forever changing, however each student can be able to find someone just like them. It's not often that a university comes together to plan an enormous scavenger hunt, but UChicago has done it. More specifically, there are tons of RSS like Festival of the Arts, various dance clubs, and hundreds of others that I'm excited to learn about. My hope is that these clubs will help give me a more substantial outlook on not only my life but the surrounding lives, and put it to work in the years to come. Getting to know people might be the greatest thing to happen in one's life. The RSS at UChicago push me to try harder to know others than any other school organization has done in the past. A city just over one thousand miles away from me most likely would not warm up to me very quickly, however the distance is minute compared to the vast range of opportunities that lie at UChicago. The idea of myself being included within the student body is comfortably snug within my mind, painting UChicago as my paradise and all I can wish for. This is not one of the places where I must throw my creativity nor humor away, but instead utilize it to the best of my ability. It is with my utmost honor that I consider UChicago to be my home outside of home.

Hello everyone, I've sent my essay to a couple of universities but I think there's still room to improve so any constructive criticism is welcome. :) Common app essay help. Would someone be kind enough to read it and suggest some improvements. "How Intel gave Stephen Hawking a voice," the title read. "Is that even possible? Definitely a click-bait," at fourteen, it sounded surreal. Reading that article, I discovered that Intel designed Stephen Hawking's speech computer. The fact that this great man, communicated with the world through a buffer of ingenious design opened my eyes to the true potential of technological development. My search for the ways in which science changes the lives of millions around the world led me through a realm of innovation straight out of Douglas Adams' or Isaac Asimov's mind. From helping physically challenged people to run, to providing clean drinking water straight out of a muddy pond, and letting people who were born without the ability to hear, listen to "four seasons "by Vivaldi for the first time in their lives; the possibilities are limitless. Technology was truly on its way to change what it meant to be human, and I was not going to stand by and watch from the sidelines. A passion for technology is not one of the things I inherited from my parents, what did pass on, however, was clearly my father's curiosity and my mother's sense of altruism. Every day after school, I would rush back home, grab a screwdriver and immerse myself in unraveling the mysteries behind each toy. As laborious as it was, it satiated my inner inquisitiveness. Rather than running around kicking a ball all day long, I decided it was my brain that needed the exercise. Each toy I was given was subject to immediate "destruction". While most boasted a simplistic exterior, their interiors, I found, were not too labyrinthine either. The fundamental concept behind each of the devices was simple: Motor(s) powered by a battery or a cell. Awestruck by the versatility a simple motor offered, I got an urge to make something myself. I started with the simplest of ideas: leverage the rotational function of the motor to make a fan. Grabbing two disposed ice-cream sticks, I fixed them onto a motor. However, their rotational movement generated no wind current. It was then I realized that the fan blades had to be slightly pitched out of their plane in order to push the air molecules forward. With a slight modification I had a eureka moment when the revised contraption started to work perfectly as a personal fan; a much needed item in the hot and humid weather of Lahore. This was the first time I felt the rush of excitement upon engineering something almost from scratch. In that moment, I could only wonder if this was the same feeling Nikola Tesla and Thomas Edison had when they succeeded in their experiments or discovered something new! I have since developed an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. My media feeds are filled with updates about DARPA, ISSDC and various scientific American journal articles. I attend my classes with rapt attention and have even enrolled in extra academic courses. This long cultivated dedication to science and innovation has helped me take my academic results to new heights. However, the real excitement for me lies in reading, researching and tinkering, outside of the ambit of my academic curriculum. Last year, I co-founded the robotics club at SICAS and was the head of the robotics event at Prometheus. To say that it was an exhilarating experience would be a gross understatement, and to say it only deepened my desire to do more, even more so. Having a skill, like everything else, comes with a responsibility. This realization ignited a flame within me and I found my direction in life. Not a lot of people are lucky enough to make this claim, but those who are have the added advantage of being passionate and dedicated. Qualities I see reflected in each thing I do help further my dream of reaching the heights at which humanity is so clearly meant to soar at.

Hello everyone, I've sent my essay to a couple of universities, but I think there's still room to improve, so any constructive criticism is welcome. :) Common app essay help. Would someone be kind enough to read it and suggest some improvements. "How Intel gave Stephen Hawking a voice," the title read. "Is that even possible? Definitely a clickbait," at fourteen, it sounded surreal. Reading that article, I discovered that Intel designed Stephen Hawking's speech computer. The fact that this great man, communicated with the world through a buffer of ingenious design opened my eyes to the true potential of technological development. My search for the ways in which science changes the lives of millions around the world led me through a realm of innovation straight out of Douglas Adams' or Isaac Asimov's mind. From helping physically challenged people to run, to providing clean drinking water straight out of a muddy pond, and letting people who were born without the ability to hear, listen to "four seasons "by Vivaldi for the first time in their lives; the possibilities are limitless. Technology was truly on its way to change what it meant to be human, and I was not going to stand by and watch from the sidelines. A passion for technology is not one of the things I inherited from my parents, what did pass on, however, was clearly my father's curiosity and my mother's sense of altruism. Every day after school, I would rush back home, grab a screwdriver and immerse myself in unraveling the mysteries behind each toy. As laborious as it was, it satiated my inner inquisitiveness. Rather than running around kicking a ball all day long, I decided it was my brain that needed the exercise. Each toy I was given was subject to immediate "destruction". While most boasted a simplistic exterior, their interiors, I found, were not too labyrinthine either. The fundamental concept behind each of the devices was simple: Motor(s) powered by a battery or a cell. Awestruck by the versatility a simple motor offered, I got an urge to make something myself. I started with the simplest of ideas: leverage the rotational function of the motor to make a fan. Grabbing two disposed ice-cream sticks, I fixed them onto a motor. However, their rotational movement generated no wind current. It was then I realized that the fan blades had to be slightly pitched out of their plane in order to push the air molecules forward. With a slight modification I had a eureka moment when the revised contraption started to work perfectly as a personal fan; a much-needed item in the hot and humid weather of Lahore. This was the first time I felt the rush of excitement upon engineering something almost from scratch. At that moment, I could only wonder if this was the same feeling Nikola Tesla and Thomas Edison had when they succeeded in their experiments or discovered something new! I have since developed an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. My media feeds are filled with updates about DARPA, ISSAC and various scientific American journal articles. I attend my classes with rapt attention and have even enrolled in extra academic courses. This long cultivated dedication to science and innovation has helped me take my academic results to new heights. However, the real excitement for me lies in reading, researching and tinkering, outside the ambit of my academic curriculum. Last year, I co-founded the robotics club at SILAS and was the head of the robotics event at Prometheus. To say that it was an exhilarating experience would be a gross understatement, and to say it only deepened my desire to do more, even more so. Having a skill, like everything else, comes with a responsibility. This realization ignited a flame within me and I found my direction in life. Not a lot of people are lucky enough to make this claim, but those who are had the added advantage of being passionate and dedicated. Qualities I see reflected in each thing I do help further my dream of reaching the heights at which humanity is so clearly meant to soar at.

Unfortunately modern world does not allow us to go deep in people's stories simply because of the lack of time. So we see only what a person achieved but we do not know what stands behind that. Difficulties may engender despair because we are afraid that we are not enough to overcome them. To be said people will only know "She failed!", "He did not win!", "They did not make it!". They are not going to see our growth and gain right away. We ought to understand that despite the final results we never lose. If we genuinely try, we will improve our skills and become experienced. We must keep this in mind. I remember when I came to the US as an exchange student, I did not speak a lot because of my insecurities about my level of English. I was afraid to make mistakes. But at the same time I did not like that I could not express myself consequently I could not be myself. Of course that negatively influenced the number of my friends and my mood overall. I realized that it could not continue like this. "Nothing will change if you keep being quiet" I started pushing myself. Starting with little phrases in class, trying to not overthink about mistakes I started making friends with a couple of people. I gained some confidence and it had acquired the chain effect which helped me to find wonderful people. Resembling my fighting with shyness, I know that if it did not happen, I would not appreciate having friends that much and I would not be so proud to conduct presentations in English later. The harder is the way to a success, the more efficacious it is and the happier we feel when we finally achieve it.

Unfortunately modern world does not allow us to go deep in people's stories simply because of the lack of time. So we see only what a person achieved, but we do not know what stands behind that. Difficulties may engender despair because we are afraid that we are not enough to overcome them. To be said people will only know "She failed!", "He did not win!", "They did not make it!". They are not going to see our growth and gain right away. We ought to understand that despite the final results we never lose. If we genuinely try, we will improve our skills and become experienced. We must keep this in mind. I remember when I came to the US as an exchange student, I did not speak a lot because of my insecurities about my level of English. I was afraid to make mistakes. But at the same time I did not like that I could not express myself consequently I could not be myself. Of course that negatively influenced the number of my friends and my mood overall. I realized that it could not continue like this. "Nothing will change if you keep being quiet" I started pushing myself. Starting with little phrases in class, trying to not overthink about mistakes I started making friends with a couple of people. I gained some confidence, and it had acquired the chain effect which helped me find wonderful people. Resembling my fighting with shyness, I know that if it did not happen, I would not appreciate having friends that much, and I would not be so proud to conduct presentations in English later. The harder is the way to a success, the more efficacious it is and the happier we feel when we finally achieve it.

My inquisitive personality and passion for building fits ideally in Purdue. I can definitely see myself in Zucrow Labs blasting liquid methane rockets. Also, many clubs, namely SAE related clubs, such as Purdue Baja Racing and Formula SAE, thrill me. Being an individual who spent most of my teenage years building and modifying RC trucks, I can't imagine what would it be like to build and test a life-sized version. Not only it will enhance my skills, but also it will enable me to meet new people who share similar interests. I feel like I need to talk more about my interest inside the classroom. I was thinking of adding a sentence after this first sentence, but i don't know how to do that.

My inquisitive personality and passion for building fits ideally in Purdue. I can definitely see myself in Crow Labs blasting liquid methane rockets. Also, many clubs, namely SAE related clubs, such as Purdue Baa Racing and Formula SAE, thrill me. Being an individual who spent most of my teenage years building and modifying RC trucks, I can't imagine what would it be like to build and test a life-sized version. Not only it will enhance my skills, but also it will enable me to meet new people who share similar interests. I feel like I need to talk more about my interest inside the classroom. I was thinking of adding a sentence after this first sentence, but I don't know how to do that.

I feel that my essay topic, although meaningful to me, may be lame to others. Should I pick a more substantive issue? Darkness shrouded me from the danger of discovery. Graphite withered away on a cluttered plane of abandoned symbols and numbers. Light shined! My dad uncovered the blanket and was a little more than upset to find that I was working on a math problem at 1:05 AM. Since elementary school, I had thought that I was talented at math, so I was heartbroken when I was demolished at my first high school math team meet. Finding that my A's in math class were nothing compared to other students' years of MATHCOUNTS training was a harsh discovery. I was humbled, yet, my freshman year, I foolishly believed that this was just a transition period and success would come naturally. Once again, I was shocked when I barely scored above average on the AMC. Finally, I decided to commit myself to improving. By working on problems during car rides between home and school and grinding after midnight, I was able to go from barely solving an AMC problem to scoring in the top five hundred on the AIME! Yet, I never fully reached the level of the genius mathletes who took first place. But, I learned to cope with it. I grew to love the process of problem solving. No score or reward can match the feeling of getting lost in an elegant math problem that I take to my dreams, waiting for the next day to work on it. I may not be a IMO gold medalist, but I have the heart of one!

I feel that my essay topic, although meaningful to me, may be lame to others. Should I pick a more substantive issue? Darkness shrouded me from the danger of discovery. Graphite withered away on a cluttered plane of abandoned symbols and numbers. Light shined! My dad uncovered the blanket and was a little more than upset to find that I was working on a math problem at 1:05 AM. Since elementary school, I had thought that I was talented at math, so I was heartbroken when I was demolished at my first high school math team meet. Finding that my A's in math class were nothing compared to other students' years of ACCOUNTS training was a harsh discovery. I was humbled, yet, my freshman year, I foolishly believed that this was just a transition period and success would come naturally. Once again, I was shocked when I barely scored above average on the AMC. Finally, I decided to commit myself to improving. By working on problems during car rides between home and school and grinding after midnight, I was able to go from barely solving an AMC problem to scoring in the top five hundred on the TIME! Yet, I never fully reached the level of the genius athletes who took first place. But, I learned to cope with it. I grew to love the process of problem-solving. No score or reward can match the feeling of getting lost in an elegant math problem that I take to my dreams, waiting for the next day to work on it. I may not be a IMO gold medalist, but I have the heart of one!

"Fears are educated into us, and can, if we wish, be educated out" - Karl Augustus Menninger. Encountering grave obstacles is foreseeable in our life route but the idea is how to conquer them; your volition is inevitably your command, even inspiring you or stumbling. The decision must be industriously considered when you take a momentous step in facing a snag. Overcoming the fears from unrobed and exposing underneath my clothes in front of peoples and listening to their harsh whispers penetrates my ears was presenting a challenge for me. It wasn't effortless to know what is obnoxious making me eccentric. When I was 10 years old, I attended sports club to dry run which was in my priorities; my objective from that was to complete the missing part of my life -fitness. Days are traditionally passing until the ominous day came, when I dressed my new sports apparel. I found myself like stinging by mockery from fellows even from my chum, when I flashed a glance to myself and then glimpsed to them, I realized there is formidable variance between us. Searching for this nameless case was in the first flight for me, although it was exceedingly tough but I toiled with all my capability until I reached to this whimsical name "Gynecomastia" -a noncancerous increase in the males' breast tissues. As I read, I figured out that it will die out after a couple of years but unfortunately, it endured with me more than 7 years. Endeavoring all possible avenues to cure this disease were in my priorities: multiplying of exercise, maintaining attendance to the sauna, but all trials were having inverse effects as they were adding insult to injury. Furthermore, I was getting worse like jumping from a frying pan and landing in the fire. Failure from approaching a therapeutic vaccine besides people's ridicule were like an unbearable burden for me. It didn't stop right here; the critical situation evolved as terror governed me. For elucidation, if the school made a trip to the swimming pool, I used to go and hang out with my cronies. But after comprehending my case and comrades' offensive looks, I ceased lots of things: going for trips, donning whatever I want, paling up with unprecedented friends because I didn't want any excess psychological ache. The worst thing is that, no one cognize the root of the subject. In their mind, it is an issue of fatness, and I must vanquish it facilely by practicing some special exercises. They don't know it is a repercussion of disturbances in the endocrine system that lead to an increase in the ratio of estrogen. This causes the most unfavorable effect on me. When I was 14 years old, I was out of the running as founding myself introvert and taciturn. But one memorable day, my sensible mother entered my chamber and told me optimistic words that pulled me out of the darkness: " you shouldn't stress yourself; you just want to revise your progress in choosing your friends- I trust in your ability to manage this." Guiltless and obvious words like these reborn me as I became another bloke. Beginning with my mother advice was very strenuous at the beginning for sundry things: making new friends and averting the forgotten ones as they were giving chase for a while until they overlooked me, it required lots of time but at the end, it succeeded. One of the prime influential factors was my current boarding school (STEM) which reborn me. This true mainly due to that my new mates have mature, awareness minds. Therefore, they can grasp the idea of my holistic case which dissimilar to the old's primitive troubled minds -they are unalike in personality. I wasn't the only one with this case, there are lots of people like me. So, helping them stepping over the case was like psychological cure for them.

"Fears are educated into us, and can, if we wish, be educated out" - Karl Augustus Meninges. Encountering grave obstacles is foreseeable in our life route, but the idea is how to conquer them; your volition is inevitably your command, even inspiring you or stumbling. The decision must be industriously considered when you take a momentous step in facing a snag. Overcoming the fears from enrobed and exposing underneath my clothes in front of peoples and listening to their harsh whispers penetrates my ears was presenting a challenge for me. It wasn't effortless to know what is obnoxious making me eccentric. When I was 10 years old, I attended sports club to dry run which was in my priorities; my objective from that was to complete the missing part of my life -fitness. Days are traditionally passing until the ominous day came, when I dressed my new sports apparel. I found myself like stinging by mockery from fellows even from my chum, when I flashed a glance to myself and then glimpsed to them, I realized there is formidable variance between us. Searching for this nameless case was in the first flight for me, although it was exceedingly tough, but I toiled with all my capability until I reached to this whimsical name "Gynecomastia" -a noncancerous increase in the males' breast tissues. As I read, I figured out that it will die out after a couple of years but unfortunately, it endured with me more than 7 years. Endeavoring all possible avenues to cure this disease were in my priorities: multiplying of exercise, maintaining attendance to the sauna, but all trials were having inverse effects as they were adding insult to injury. Furthermore, I was getting worse like jumping from a frying pan and landing in the fire. Failure from approaching a therapeutic vaccine besides people's ridicule were like an unbearable burden for me. It didn't stop right here; the critical situation evolved as terror governed me. For elucidation, if the school made a trip to the swimming pool, I used to go and hang out with my cronies. But after comprehending my case and comrades' offensive looks, I ceased lots of things: going for trips, donning whatever I want, paling up with unprecedented friends because I didn't want any excess psychological ache. The worst thing is that, no one cognize the root of the subject. In their mind, it is an issue of fatness, and I must vanquish it facilely by practicing some special exercises. They don't know it is a repercussion of disturbances in the endocrine system that lead to an increase in the ratio of estrogen. This causes the most unfavorable effect on me. When I was 14 years old, I was out of the running as founding myself introvert and taciturn. But one memorable day, my sensible mother entered my chamber and told me optimistic words that pulled me out of the darkness:" you shouldn't stress yourself; you just want to revise your progress in choosing your friends- I trust in your ability to manage this." Guiltless and obvious words like these reborn me as I became another bloke. Beginning with my mother advice was very strenuous at the beginning for sundry things: making new friends and averting the forgotten ones as they were giving chase for a while until they overlooked me, it required lots of time but at the end, it succeeded. One of the prime influential factors was my current boarding school (STEM) which reborn me. This true mainly due to that my new mates have mature, awareness minds. Therefore, they can grasp the idea of my holistic case which dissimilar to the old's primitive troubled minds -they are unalike in personality. I wasn't the only one with this case, there are lots of people like me. So, helping them to step over the case was like psychological cure for them.

This is the complete question. It would be a great help if somebody could comment on my essay. Does it answer the question? Any suggestion would be welcomed and valuable. I would really appreciate any feedback and help. The essay: "Why don't you paddle faster?" "It was the left side that ruined everything, not the right side." These were the shouts coming from our raft, floating along the Trisuli River. We had just undergone our first rapid (part of the river with high water flow) and were blaming one another. Just before the start of our journey, the instructor gave us important codes we had to follow. Our group which consisted of 8 people, my closest friends, were to be positioned in either the left or the right side of the raft. When our instructor shouted "reverse paddle", it meant paddling in reverse, "forward paddle" meant paddling forward. Our instructor could give a separate command to either side so we had to be in perfect synchronization. The first rapid showed us hell. How could we control the raft against the flow of water? The few minutes of the rapid were a blur and when we finally reached calm water again our instructor was furious. The left side blamed the right side and vice versa. I had paddled with all my energy and will. Who were they to blame me for not following the instructions? We were furious with each other. The accusations, the betrayal. Were they even my friends? Why couldn't they understand? I was doing my best. According to my friends, they were doing their best too. If this went on, we couldn't enjoy our ride. I finally swallowed my pride and declared, "If I am doing something wrong why don't you all tell me. Let's communicate and look at each other." This seemed to calm the group down. Our instructor had lost all hope but I hadn't. The next rapid was a success. We all shouted instructions to one another, behaved like a proper unit. We adjusted to each other's pace, canceled any mistakes and had fun all along the way. Wet from the water and heart filled with adrenaline, I saw a group and realized the importance of communication. I trusted the judgment of every member and respected their feedback. We knew each other's strength and weakness so we divided the work accordingly. Anup paddled the best so he showed us some tricks, Bipul showered us with encouragement and motivation. I learned from the group things I could never have learned myself. And what would you know? We completed the next three rapids with perfection.

This is the complete question. It would be a great help if somebody could comment on my essay. Does it answer the question? Any suggestion would be welcomed and valuable. I would really appreciate any feedback and help. The essay: "Why don't you paddle faster?" "It was the left side that ruined everything, not the right side." These were the shouts coming from our raft, floating along the Tripoli River. We had just undergone our first rapid (part of the river with high water flow) and were blaming one another. Just before the start of our journey, the instructor gave us important codes we had to follow. Our group which consisted of 8 people, my closest friends, were to be positioned in either the left or the right side of the raft. When our instructor shouted "reverse paddle", it meant paddling in reverse, "forward paddle" meant paddling forward. Our instructor could give a separate command to either side, so we had to be in perfect synchronization. The first rapid showed us hell. How could we control the raft against the flow of water? The few minutes of the rapid were a blur and when we finally reached calm water again our instructor was furious. The left side blamed the right side and vice versa. I had paddled with all my energy and will. Who were they to blame me for not following the instructions? We were furious with each other. The accusations, the betrayal. Were they even my friends? Why couldn't they understand? I was doing my best. According to my friends, they were doing their best too. If this went on, we couldn't enjoy our ride. I finally swallowed my pride and declared, "If I am doing something wrong why don't you all tell me. Let's communicate and look at each other." This seemed to calm the group down. Our instructor had lost all hope, but I hadn't. The next rapid was a success. We all shouted instructions to one another, behaved like a proper unit. We adjusted to each other's pace, canceled any mistakes and had fun all along the way. Wet from the water and heart filled with adrenaline, I saw a group and realized the importance of communication. I trusted the judgment of every member and respected their feedback. We knew each other's strength and weakness, so we divided the work accordingly. ANMP paddled the best, so he showed us some tricks, Bill showered us with encouragement and motivation. I learned from the group things I could never have learned myself. And what would you know? We completed the next three rapids with perfection.

Hello! Im currently writing the application essay for the Global Ugrad exchange program. English is not my birth language and I had never written an essay before. Tips I've read in the ugrad resources say that I should describe myself and tell a bit about my story so I wrote my essay taking this and the prompt provided into consideration. I would appreciate evaluation of the following draft to find errors, things that might be irrelevant or things that might need a better development or any advice to improve it. Grammar errors will of course be eliminated before submitting my essay. Thanks for your time. I strongly identify myself as an honest person and always accept my actions without trying to change how others perceive them. This way of living has helped me throughout the years to improve and pursue good actions to produce good effects, for me and those who surround me. Responsibility is another value that significantly shaped my life, being aware of what is most important at every moment and focusing on that, it's the reason why I've made a great academic profile. As a child I was on the problematic side at school, although always good on grades my behavior got me in trouble many times. In some way now, I'm grateful for those times, each mistake came with a hard lesson that made me who I am today: An honest, responsible and respectful System Engineering student that really wants to make the difference in the education of this field of study. I have taken part in nursing home visiting activities since high school, more recently I led and organized a visit and resource gathering for a nursing home with a university group and for three years I've been part of a group that organizes activities and prepares food for one of the most abandoned nursing homes in the region. The global UGRAD program is a great opportunity to improve my education and experience the American culture in a unique way. As a member of the online gaming community I've been lucky to make a couple friends from the U.S. We've shared opinions, experiences and talked about how different our lives are. This has only increased my desire to experience the U.S culture and life. Every semester at University I create study groups to help classmates prepare for exams and I like to spend most of the time before an exam in the classroom explaining and trying to clarify topics with those that are present. Sadly, in our education system interest for quality teaching is very low, and at the end of most courses we are left feeling like we didn't gain any significant knowledge at all. This accumulates into a sense of unpreparedness for a professional career in the future. But I've had a few great professors that really put effort into making sure students learn significantly and that the classes they teach prepare us for our future jobs. All these experiences made me realize I want to teach at university level, and this has become one of the biggest goals of my life. The Global UGRAD exchange program would allow me to experience a better education system and provide me with advanced knowledge in my field of study. And at the end of the program upon returning to my country I would be able to share everything I learned and experienced with my friends and classmates. The exchange program would also prepare me in a unique and very significant way to achieve my goal of becoming a professor for the future students of Computer Sciences in Guatemala. I would be incredibly happy to represent and share my culture and learn about the U.S culture to be an important link between them.

Hello! I'm currently writing the application essay for the Global Grad exchange program. English is not my birth language and I had never written an essay before. Tips I've read in the grad resources say that I should describe myself and tell a bit about my story, so I wrote my essay taking this and the prompt provided into consideration. I would appreciate evaluation of the following draft to find errors, things that might be irrelevant or things that might need a better development or any advice to improve it. Grammar errors will of course be eliminated before submitting my essay. Thanks for your time. I strongly identify myself as an honest person and always accept my actions without trying to change how others perceive them. This way of living has helped me throughout the years to improve and pursue good actions to produce good effects, for me and those who surround me. Responsibility is another value that significantly shaped my life, being aware of what is most important at every moment and focusing on that, it's the reason why I've made a great academic profile. As a child I was on the problematic side at school, although always good on grades my behavior got me in trouble many times. In some way now, I'm grateful for those times, each mistake came with a hard lesson that made me who I am today: An honest, responsible and respectful System Engineering student that really wants to make the difference in the education of this field of study. I have taken part in nursing home visiting activities since high school, more recently I led and organized a visit and resource gathering for a nursing home with a university group and for three years I've been part of a group that organizes activities and prepares food for one of the most abandoned nursing homes in the region. The global GRAD program is a great opportunity to improve my education and experience the American culture uniquely. As a member of the online gaming community I've been lucky to make a couple friends from the U.S. We've shared opinions, experiences and talked about how different our lives are. This has only increased my desire to experience the U.S. culture and life. Every semester at University I create study groups to help classmates prepare for exams and I like to spend most of the time before an exam in the classroom explaining and trying to clarify topics with those that are present. Sadly, in our education system interest for quality teaching is very low, and at the end of most courses we are left feeling like we didn't gain any significant knowledge at all. This accumulates into a sense of unpreparedness for a professional career in the future. But I've had a few great professors that really put effort into making sure students learn significantly and that the classes they teach prepare us for our future jobs. All these experiences made me realize I want to teach at university level, and this has become one of the biggest goals of my life. The Global GRAD exchange program would allow me to experience a better education system and provide me with advanced knowledge in my field of study. And at the end of the program upon returning to my country I would be able to share everything I learned and experienced with my friends and classmates. The exchange program would also prepare me in a unique and very significant way to achieve my goal of becoming a professor for the future students of Computer Sciences in Guatemala. I would be incredibly happy to represent and share my culture and learn about the U.S. culture to be an important link between them.

"Not the things I CAN, but the things I CANNOT do. Life's short, don't waste it and make good use of it;that's what gets me up every morning and makes me to the things I love, for myself and others." Thanks

"Not the things I CAN, but the things I CANNOT do. Life's short, don't waste it and make good use of it;that's what gets me up every morning and makes me to the things I love, for myself and others." Thanks

I have two drafts (one is allowed). They are both really similar, but they are a little different as to how I am writing it. I have heard different advice and now I am really confused as to how to execute this prompt. Please let me know which one is going on the better direction and I can edit from there. Thank you. Every day I spent at least eight hours doing art. No matter how busy I was with school, art was my priority. I felt in control and smarter using my creativity to portray my message through my artworks. However, for the past five years, I kept pushing myself to find my own style. The frustration of disliking what I've drawn and the inability to create something original was destroying me. I wanted to be better and I kept striving for success. I later realized the stress was overpowering me and I had to tell myself "it's okay if I haven't found my style." After a few days of relaxation, a spark hit me. Because of how I have struggled with body issues, I thought of drawing a character that resembled the imperfections I felt about myself. The nose would be slightly bigger and the toes would be awkwardly wide apart. I felt connected with my character, and the more I drew it, the more I loved the way I looked. I felt CMU was the right place for me to open up about my insecurities and share my different side of creativity with other talented artists. Art has not only taught me to beautifully express my past pain but also appreciate the moments in life.

I have two drafts (one is allowed). They are both really similar, but they are a little different as to how I am writing it. I have heard different advice, and now I am really confused as to how to execute this prompt. Please let me know which one is going on the better direction and I can edit from there. Thank you. Every day I spent at least eight hours doing art. No matter how busy I was with school, art was my priority. I felt in control and smarter using my creativity to portray my message through my artworks. However, for the past five years, I kept pushing myself to find my own style. The frustration of disliking what I've drawn and the inability to create something original was destroying me. I wanted to be better, and I kept striving for success. I later realized the stress was overpowering me and I had to tell myself "it's okay if I haven't found my style." After a few days of relaxation, a spark hit me. Because of how I have struggled with body issues, I thought of drawing a character that resembled the imperfections I felt about myself. The nose would be slightly bigger, and the toes would be awkwardly wide apart. I felt connected with my character, and the more I drew it, the more I loved the way I looked. I felt CMU was the right place for me to open up about my insecurities and share my different side of creativity with other talented artists. Art has not only taught me to beautifully express my past pain but also appreciate the moments in life.

I am eager to pursue a degree in Computer Science or Actuarial Science. When I utilized the basic knowledge that I learned in high school to create my first project, which was a Chinese game called Gobang, I felt a great sense of achievement. My prodigious passion for solving difficult questions in programming and mathematics has led me to choose Computer Science or Actuarial Science as my major in the future. Waterloo is my dream university, not only because of the high standard of education, but also because I am really attracted by the co-op program in Waterloo. In my opinion, practice in real life is one of the best means to absorb the knowledge and acquire the social skills to make me be more successful in my future careers, and I can not wait to get boundless chances to grow and gain work experience in the co-op program.(838 characters) Could someone fixes the grammar or word problems for me, and feel free to give me some advice.

I am eager to pursue a degree in Computer Science or Actuarial Science. When I utilized the basic knowledge that I learned in high school to create my first project, which was a Chinese game called Go bang, I felt a great sense of achievement. My prodigious passion for solving difficult questions in programming and mathematics has led me to choose Computer Science or Actuarial Science as my major in the future. Waterloo is my dream university, not only because of the high standard of education, but also because I am really attracted by the co-op program in Waterloo. In my opinion, practice in real life is one of the best means to absorb the knowledge and acquire the social skills to make me be more successful in my future careers, and I can not wait to get boundless chances to grow and gain work experience in the co-op program.(838 characters) Could someone fixes the grammar or word problems for me, and feel free to give me some advice.

Dozens of inventions are invented every day, but the most influential is AIO smart sleeve. It's a sleeve that utilizes the electrocardiogram (ECG) to monitor and measure the heart rate activity. The advantage of this gadget is that it uses the most accurate measurement tool in the world -ECG - which is used by the medical industry. While this creation impressed me, I dream to be part of their organization to develop this outstanding gadget. As Their aim is to measure detect heart inflammation, So, I will publish a research to them in the future.

Dozens of inventions are invented every day, but the most influential is AIO smart sleeve. It's a sleeve that utilizes the electrocardiogram (ECG) to monitor and measure the heart rate activity. The advantage of this gadget is that it uses the most accurate measurement tool in the world -ECG - which is used by the medical industry. While this creation impressed me, I dream to be part of their organization to develop this outstanding gadget. As Their aim is to measure detect heart inflammation, So, I will publish research to them in the future.

On learning that our spherical-planet floats on nothingness, I turned towards the stars for quenching the curiosity which my ordinary-sized skull couldn't contain. Why do we exist? Are there other intelligent organisms? Are we 'intelligent'? Buried underneath such hefty one-liners, I witnessed the edge of physics seamlessly interpenetrating periphery of philosophy. My precise intellectual-interests reoriented frequently throughout this odyssey. From wanting to step on mars to dreaming about unifying General-Relativity with Standard-Model, one sleep-stealing paradox remained a constant though- Is space-research ethical in a society where starvation exists? By garnering Yale's education, I hope to resolve this internal dilemma and develop a cohesive dynamic between physical-sciences and social-welfare.

On learning that our spherical-planet floats on nothingness, I turned towards the stars for quenching the curiosity which my ordinary-sized skull couldn't contain. Why do we exist? Are there other intelligent organisms? Are we 'intelligent'? Buried underneath such hefty one-liners, I witnessed the edge of physics seamlessly interpenetrating periphery of philosophy. My precise intellectual-interests reoriented frequently throughout this odyssey. From wanting to step on Mars to dreaming about unifying General-Relativity with Standard-Model, one sleep-stealing paradox remained a constant though-Is space-research ethical in a society where starvation exists? By garnering Yale's education, I hope to resolve this internal dilemma and develop a cohesive dynamic between physical-sciences and social-welfare.

This is my why Columbia essay. Please review for me. "If you could go to any university in the world, which would it be?" "Why?" A few years ago, I had this conversation with my mother; then I didn't have an answer. But, if I could relive that exact conversation, my answer would've been something like this. I could major in Computer Science at any University. Many other universities boast of facilities, faculty, and class sizes like that of Columbia. Many offer me amazing internships, exciting extracurricular and comfortable accommodations. But what makes Columbia much more attractive to me than any other university is its advancement for women in Computer Science. As an aspiring major in a field mainly dominated by the male community, it is very easy to feel outnumbered. However, I am greatly impressed by a university that encourages females to break the cultural stereotype. In addition, when I visited their website, the emphasis on integrative studies found in the Core Curriculum stood out to me. Having the ability to offer Computer Science as well as be able to learn about Music Humanities or Contemporary Civilization, courses which stray completely from my Computer Science major excites me to the core. Humanities help us understand one another through their culture, music, arts. The humanities also encourage us to think creatively. They teach us to reason about being human and to ask questions about our world. Hence, I find it greatly remarkable that Columbia understands that Humanities are extremely important and necessary regardless of their major or concentration. Liberal arts are a very important and beneficial field and I believe there is no better place to study it than at Columbia. I am extremely enthralled by what Columbia's curriculum has to offer and although rigorous, I know what I gain will be worth it in the end.

This is my why Columbia essay. Please review for me. "If you could go to any university in the world, which would it be?" "Why?" A few years ago, I had this conversation with my mother; then I didn't have an answer. But, if I could relive that exact conversation, my answer would've been something like this. I could major in Computer Science at any University. Many other universities boast of facilities, faculty, and class sizes like that of Columbia. Many offer me amazing internships, exciting extracurricular and comfortable accommodations. But what makes Columbia much more attractive to me than any other university is its advancement for women in Computer Science. As an aspiring major in a field mainly dominated by the male community, it is very easy to feel outnumbered. However, I am greatly impressed by a university that encourages females to break the cultural stereotype. In addition, when I visited their website, the emphasis on integrative studies found in the Core Curriculum stood out to me. Having the ability to offer Computer Science as well as be able to learn about Music Humanities or Contemporary Civilization, courses which stray completely from my Computer Science major excites me to the core. Humanities help us understand one another through their culture, music, arts. The humanities also encourage us to think creatively. They teach us to reason about being human and to ask questions about our world. Hence, I find it greatly remarkable that Columbia understands that Humanities are extremely important and necessary regardless of their major or concentration. Liberal arts are a very important and beneficial field and I believe there is no better place to study it than at Columbia. I am extremely enthralled by what Columbia's curriculum has to offer and although rigorous, I know what I gain will be worth it in the end.

Human nature and the way we react to our environment is complex, and every day, just when you think you have figured humans out, we surprise ourselves with new aspects. It is this complexity that has opened my eyes to the necessity of psychology in advancing with a career as a lawyer. I believe that Northwestern is the right place to study psychology. As said in most examinations "understanding the question is part of the exam", and I believe understanding my clients will play an indispensable role in working my way through cases, and that the Weinberg college of arts and sciences research opportunities would help me partake in various research activities which would broaden my skill set as well as consolidate what I would be taught. I also wish to study Spanish at Northwestern, to put me on an international scale in this modern world of rapid globalization. ASL became an interest of mine one year ago and I would love to continue learning it through Northwestern's ASL club which would allow me to support the deaf community. Sign language provides another way to express myself and since I love meeting new people it was a way to ensure I could communicate with more people. As the saying goes all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. Evanston's night life would be benefit me greatly as it would serve as a stress reliever from a longs week work. NU nights would also boost my communication skills and would be also allow me to increase my social circle.

Human nature and the way we react to our environment is complex, and every day, just when you think you have figured humans out, we surprise ourselves with new aspects. It is this complexity that has opened my eyes to the necessity of psychology in advancing with a career as a lawyer. I believe that Northwestern is the right place to study psychology. As said in most examinations "understanding the question is part of the exam", and I believe understanding my clients will play an indispensable role in working my way through cases, and that the Weinberg college of arts and sciences research opportunities would help me partake in various research activities which would broaden my skill set as well as consolidate what I would be taught. I also wish to study Spanish at Northwestern, to put me on an international scale in this modern world of rapid globalization. ASL became an interest of mine one year ago, and I would love to continue learning it through Northwestern's ASL club which would allow me to support the deaf community. Sign language provides another way to express myself and since I love meeting new people it was a way to ensure I could communicate with more people. As the saying goes all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. Evanston's night-life would be benefit me greatly as it would serve as a stress reliever from a longs' week work. NU nights would also boost my communication skills and would be also allow me to increase my social circle.

This is a supplement essay question of Colgate University. The maximum words are 250. Could someone please help me review my essay and also help me sort out a few words. My essay is 261 words. Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari This book tells the story of our species, how Homo Sapiens came to rule the world. The author combines two and a half million years of evolution and dwells into the intricate fabric of human society, norms, and values. The main idea Harari places forward is what makes our species different. By using religion and our economy as an example, Harari points the difference to be that Sapiens are myth-makers; they use imagination and language to communicate ideas and alternatives. The importance of shared myths is that it allowed Sapiens to cooperate, organize at scale, and dominate the world. Agricultural revolution pushed our species on the forefront of the food chain and scientific revolution helped in making us a super species-a species capable of destroying Earth. We made our culture and social boundaries by assigning somethings to be right while others to be wrong. The reason I think his book should be included in the class of 2023 is because this 400-page book, in its basic form, boils down to a simple yet profound question: What is it that makes us humans? Is it the culture, the weapons, the myths, the religion that makes us humans?Should we continue to exploit other species and the environment for our own benefit? Does ethics only apply when dealing with us, the Homo Sapiens? It sparks the discussion in everything we stand for as a species. The book is filled with our own history, making us think about Harari's each and every claim critically.

This is a supplement essay question of Colgate University. The maximum words are 250. Could someone please help me review my essay and also help me sort out a few words. My essay is 261 words. Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari This book tells the story of our species, how Homo Sapiens came to rule the world. The author combines two and a half million years of evolution and dwells into the intricate fabric of human society, norms, and values. The main idea Harari places forward is what makes our species different. By using religion and our economy as an example, Harari points the difference to be that Sapiens are myth-makers; they use imagination and language to communicate ideas and alternatives. The importance of shared myths is that it allowed Sapiens to cooperate, organize at scale, and dominate the world. Agricultural revolution pushed our species on the forefront of the food chain and scientific revolution helped in making us a super species-a species capable of destroying Earth. We made our culture and social boundaries by assigning something's to be right while others to be wrong. The reason I think his book should be included in the class of 2023 is because this 400-page book, in its basic form, boils down to a simple yet profound question: What is it that makes us humans? Is it the culture, the weapons, the myths, the religion that makes us humans? Should we continue to exploit other species and the environment for our own benefit? Does ethics only apply when dealing with us, the Homo Sapiens? It sparks the discussion in everything we stand for as a species. The book is filled with our own history, making us think about Harari's each and every claim critically.

Host : Good morning folks, I'm your host Dick, with you for another episode. Joining us today is the great Hustler, Ignazio Wexler, here to impart some excellent advice on his craft. Now Wex here has achieved some pretty remarkable things, and - Ignazio : Wait up Dick, shouldn't we clarify some terms before we get calls for inappropriate content? Host (laughing) : Right. (A recording clicks into action) Robotic, female voice : A hustler is a subspecies of homo sapiens, usually characterized by adamantine guts, an ignorance of the concept of shame, and a tendency to weasel his way to his goal with sheer gumption and audacity. This mammal can usually be observed revelling in gluttonous self-advertising, connection-making, and opportunity-sniffing, though some experts claim to have seen it in a slothful stupor, usually at sunrise. Synonyms : rascally hyena, living embodiment of chutzpah Antonyms : dignified and proud gentleman, the chillaxed "cool dude" Host : Wonderful. Now Ignazio, about that story you wanted to share? Ignazio : Yes, yes. (pause) Back when I was in school, I lost this pair of costly earphones which had gone through a great deal of life with me. It took all I had to keep myself sane the next few days - I needed my music, you see. Good quality music was my life. Finding it was impossible, worse than looking for a pin in a haystack - cuz' this haystack had greedy, callous hands all throughout it. Host : So you didn't look for it? Ignazio : Of course I did. I had to at least try. Funny thing is, as I went sniffing about the school, I realized that really the place wasn't all that big. If I could somehow broadcast my plight, enough people could be reached, and moved, to join me in my search. I thought hard about what to do, but the solution was sitting in front of me. I tinkered with the school email system and sent a message to all students. Risky, I knew, but I had faith in my teacher's sense of humor. Host : Hm. Exploiting the system, eh? Ignazio : Ah, but that's the point I was going to make, in milder terms. You see, we often hesitate to use the things around us in new ways, as if there's some law against it. Some may call it exploitation, but the way I see it, you're only making the best of what you have. Who said resources had to have fixed functions? Anyway, when the email didn't work, I turned to more primitive means, crafting posters and distributable bookmarks. I scribbled some stirring call-to-arms on em' before passing the stuff around. Host : For something as trivial as an earphone! Ignazio : Trivial, yes, but it meant something to me. And the concerns about being judged - I can guarantee that whatever ludicrous stunts I pull now will be forgotten in a few years' time. The screaming fishmonger, the blatantly unrelenting salesman - they are at the same time fattening their purses and displaying their pluck. The petty thoughts that pass the mind of disapproving strangers are but ephemeral wisps of mist, gone at the wave of a hand, a shifting of the air. Host : So we should have no shame? Ignazio : No shame, and no boundaries. If you think about it, labelling something as "impossible" is your brain's last-ditch attempt at saving image and face. Pursuits are often abandoned because the remaining options are too weird, too wild. There is always a way, always - if what you're willing to do has no limits. So know no boundaries. Host : And your earphones? Did you find them in the end? Ignazio : Of course I did, Dick. Some girl walked up to me one day and thrust my babies into my shaking hands. "Here you go. I found them somewhere."

Host : Good morning folks, I'm your host Dick, with you for another episode. Joining us today is the great Hustler, Ignacio Wexler, here to impart some excellent advice on his craft. Now We here has achieved some pretty remarkable things, and - Ignacio : Wait up Dick, shouldn't we clarify some terms before we get calls for inappropriate content? Host (laughing) : Right. (A recording clicks into action) Robotic, female voice : A hustler is a subspecies of Homo sapiens, usually characterized by adamantine guts, an ignorance of the concept of shame, and a tendency to weasel his way to his goal with sheer gumption and audacity. This mammal can usually be observed revealing in gluttonous self-advertising, connection-making, and opportunity-sniffing, though some experts claim to have seen it in a slothful stupor, usually at sunrise. Synonyms : rascally hyena, living embodiment of chutzpah Antonyms : dignified and proud gentleman, the chillaxed "cool dude" Host : Wonderful. Now Ignacio, about that story you wanted to share? Ignacio : Yes, yes. (pause) Back when I was in school, I lost this pair of costly earphones which had gone through a great deal of life with me. It took all I had to keep myself sane the next few days - I needed my music, you see. Good quality music was my life. Finding it was impossible, worse than looking for a pin in a haystack - because' this haystack had greedy, callous hands all throughout it. Host : So you didn't look for it? Ignacio : Of course I did. I had to at least try. Funny thing is, as I went sniffing about the school, I realized that really the place wasn't all that big. If I could somehow broadcast my plight, enough people could be reached, and moved, to join me in my search. I thought hard about what to do, but the solution was sitting in front of me. I tinkered with the school email system and sent a message to all students. Risky, I knew, but I had faith in my teacher's sense of humor. Host : Hm. Exploiting the system, eh? Ignacio : Ah, but that's the point I was going to make, in milder terms. You see, we often hesitate to use the things around us in new ways, as if there's some law against it. Some may call it exploitation, but the way I see it, you're only making the best of what you have. Who said resources had to have fixed functions? Anyway, when the email didn't work, I turned to more primitive means, crafting posters and distributable bookmarks. I scribbled some stirring call-to-arms on em' before passing the stuff around. Host : For something as trivial as an earphone! Ignacio : Trivial, yes, but it meant something to me. And the concerns about being judged - I can guarantee that whatever ludicrous stunts I pull now will be forgotten in a few years' time. The screaming fishmonger, the blatantly unrelenting salesman - they are at the same time fattening their purses and displaying their pluck. The petty thoughts that pass the mind of disapproving strangers are but ephemeral wisps of mist, gone at the wave of a hand, a shifting of the air. Host : So we should have no shame? Ignacio : No shame, and no boundaries. If you think about it, labelling something as "impossible" is your brain's last-ditch attempt at saving image and face. Pursuits are often abandoned because the remaining options are too weird, too wild. There is always a way, always - if what you're willing to do has no limits. So know no boundaries. Host : And your earphones? Did you find them in the end? Ignacio : Of course I did, Dick. Some girl walked up to me one day and thrust my babies into my shaking hands. "Here you go. I found them somewhere."

"Please keep quiet", "Please fold your socks", "Do your top button" are statements I made countless times during the year. In my junior year of high school, I was made a prefect. This made the group of other prefects and I responsible for various school activities including organizing assemblies, lunches, events as maintaining silence and decorum within the school. My biggest challenge was finding a suitable way to respectfully lead a group of peers that I had to interact with daily outside my leadership role, defining a clear line between leader and friend. Once on the "other side" of the school system, I learned to appreciate the careful preparation and hard work that went into the smooth running of the school. Combining my responsibilities and academics, put a lot of weight on my shoulders, but seeing each event we painstakingly planned, from our Cancer walkathon to a teachers' appreciation ceremony, successfully come to fruition made it all worth it. More importantly, the experience enabled me to develop the ability to work effectively as a team, improve on my leadership skills, gain more confidence and improve on my communications skills.

"Please keep quiet", "Please fold your socks", "Do your top button" are statements I made countless times during the year. In my junior year of high school, I was made a prefect. This made the group of other prefects and I am responsible for various school activities including organizing assemblies, lunches, events as maintaining silence and decorum within the school. My biggest challenge was finding a suitable way to respectfully lead a group of peers that I had to interact with daily outside my leadership role, defining a clear line between leader and friend. Once on the "other side" of the school system, I learned to appreciate the careful preparation and hard work that went into the smooth running of the school. Combining my responsibilities and academics, put a lot of weight on my shoulders, but seeing each event we painstakingly planned, from our Cancer hackathon to a teachers' appreciation ceremony, successfully come to fruition made it all worth it. More importantly, the experience enabled me to develop the ability to work effectively as a team, improve on my leadership skills, gain more confidence and improve on my communications skills.

Out of all the inventions, I think internet is the best. Simply, without this outstanding invention we can't do sundry of things. Internet helped me a lot in searching, applying, and shorting distances. Imagine no internet we can't do research, for instance, and publish it around all the world; We can't apply for competitions, tournaments, colleges. We must travel to do a little duty if internet isn't existed. The great benefits that I got from internet is the plain in applying to STEM, AUB, AGFE. The myriad of advantages can't be counted.

Out of all the inventions, I think internet is the best. Simply, without this outstanding invention we can't do sundry of things. Internet helped me a lot in searching, applying, and shorting distances. Imagine no internet we can't do research, for instance, and publish it around all the world; We can't apply for competitions, tournaments, colleges. We must travel to do a little duty if internet isn't existed. The great benefits that I got from internet is the plain in applying to STEM, PUB, AGE. The myriad of advantages can't be counted.

Many years ago, I was a first grader who loved drawing the sailor moon with her stunning costumes while other boys in the class were drawing robots. The seed that I was interested in garments was planted at that moment. During the student life, my attention was more focusing on drawing girl's clothes on my textbook than listening the lectures that teacher gave me in the class room. Besides drawing dresses, reading fashion magazines and blogs, knowing latest trends, browsing online shops of major brands and watching fashion shows on youtube became my hobbits. I am always excited to do things that I have never done before to be out of my comfort zone, because the process of trying new things makes me experience different emotions where I get my inspirations from. For instance, first time living aboard away from family for a year, I created a series of traveling dresses; first time falling in love, I drew a wedding dress; first time losing someone in my life, I sketched a few only black outfits. I so enjoy experiencing feelings. I would say this is my special interest. There is another out-of-comfort-zone decision I made that really changed my life. I threw away my 4 years major to pursue my true passion. After graduation, I was struggled for a few years about finding a career path that I want for my life. Until one day, I told my dad that I saw an advertisement about a summer course of basic sewing and patterning skills. Then he said, "you never really have passion in your current profession, why not you just take some time for yourself, and try to learn things that you have been interested in. It might lead you to a different road of your life." His words encouraged me to sigh that course up. The result was amazing. After that course, I found a job in a big athletic wear manufacturing company. I had so many opportunities to learn about the production side of garment industry. I was transferred between departments to understand the whole picture of how my company works. The experience and knowledge that I have learnt from this job are treasurable. I enjoy my job so much. 
However, my expectation for my dream career path is to become a designer or to manage a brand. The manufacturing is just a segment of this industry. Things I can learn through my job are still limited. Therefore, I feel it is time for me moving to the next level by investing myself with education. In addition, I have been working with American sport brand so that I understand the importance of English. So I am also looking forward to improve my English in all aspects which is the reason I choose a fashion school in the USA. As I mentioned what my expectation is, I think taking fashion design as a major would be a good way to achieve that. First of all, the foundation of being a designer or managing a brand is creativity. I believe that fashion design is the major that can help me arouse my creativity. Secondly, it will be advantageous for me to understand the process of design and to learn practical skills, such as computer aid design, patterning and draping techniques, in order to help me develop my own collection, widen my career path job in garment industry, and benefit this amazing opportunity that an investor gave me to manage design, development and production parts for a start-up yoga brand. Thirdly, drawing figures and sewing clothes make me happy and lead me to find my serenity which is a part of fulfilling my self actualization. Fourthly, having lectures from professors who have sophisticated experiences in the real world and working on school assignments with creative classmates are inspirational. Lastly, FIDM has strong connection with fashion brands and a helpful council center for students to look for an internship or a job. These resources could be good for my career. Not to mention I could also network within the student community and participate events that help me add more items in my portfolio or resume. That boy who loved drawing sailor moon remembered his mother telling him that people doing things with passion would lead them to an unexpected route which might be even better than people could imagine. Hence, I, that boy, am now pursuing my true passion, fashion design, as my goal. Instead of a single achievement, my goal is a series of actions, starting from getting in a fashion school. Once I get accepted by a school, my goal will switch to participate activities as many as I can, such as school assignments, internship, and design competitions, to expend my ability. After graduation, working in a famous international brand in order to understand how a brand is being managed will be my goal and above leads me to fulfill my next aim which is launching my own brand. One achievement directs me to the another. The combination of all achievement is where my aspiration is. One day in the future, I want to make my brand world-wide famous and receive an award from prestigious designer association. Finally, I hope my story and motivation I have shown to make the changes necessary in my life to achieve my dream in having a career in fashion with the experience I have gained will show that I would make a great candidate for FIDM.

Many years ago, I was a first-grader who loved drawing the sailor moon with her stunning costumes while other boys in the class were drawing robots. The seed that I was interested in garments was planted at that moment. During the student life, my attention was more focusing on drawing girl's clothes on my textbook than listening the lectures that teacher gave me in the classroom. Besides drawing dresses, reading fashion magazines and blogs, knowing latest trends, browsing online shops of major brands and watching fashion shows on YouTube became my hobbits. I am always excited to do things that I have never done before to be out of my comfort zone, because the process of trying new things makes me experience different emotions where I get my inspirations from. For instance, first time living aboard away from family for a year, I created a series of traveling dresses; first time falling in love, I drew a wedding dress; first time losing someone in my life, I sketched a few only black outfits. I so enjoy experiencing feelings. I would say this is my special interest. There is another out-of-comfort-zone decision I made that really changed my life. I threw away my 4 years major to pursue my true passion. After graduation, I was struggled for a few years about finding a career path that I want for my life. Until one day, I told my dad that I saw an advertisement about a summer course of basic sewing and patterning skills. Then he said, "you never really have passion in your current profession, why not you just take some time for yourself, and try to learn things that you have been interested in. It might lead you to a different road of your life." His words encouraged me to sigh that course up. The result was amazing. After that course, I found a job in a big athletic wear manufacturing company. I had so many opportunities to learn about the production side of garment industry. I was transferred between departments to understand the whole picture of how my company works. The experience and knowledge that I have learned from this job are treasurable. I enjoy my job so much. 
However, my expectation for my dream career path is to become a designer or to manage a brand. The manufacturing is just a segment of this industry. Things I can learn through my job are still limited. Therefore, I feel it is time for me moving to the next level by investing myself with education. In addition, I have been working with American sport brand so that I understand the importance of English. So I am also looking forward to improving my English in all aspects which is the reason I choose a fashion school in the USA. As I mentioned what my expectation is, I think taking fashion design as a major would be a good way to achieve that. First, the foundation of being a designer or managing a brand is creativity. I believe that fashion design is the major that can help me arouse my creativity. Secondly, it will be advantageous for me to understand the process of design and to learn practical skills, such as computer aid design, patterning and draping techniques, in order to help me develop my own collection, widen my career path job in garment industry, and benefit this amazing opportunity that an investor gave me to manage design, development and production parts for a start-up yoga brand. Thirdly, drawing figures and sewing clothes make me happy and lead me to find my serenity which is a part of fulfilling my self actualization. Fourthly, having lectures from professors who have sophisticated experiences in the real world and working on school assignments with creative classmates are inspirational. Lastly, FILM has strong connection with fashion brands and a helpful council center for students to look for an internship or a job. These resources could be good for my career. Not to mention I could also network within the student community and participate events that help me add more items in my portfolio or resume. That boy who loved drawing sailor moon remembered his mother telling him that people doing things with passion would lead them to an unexpected route which might be even better than people could imagine. Hence, I, that boy, am now pursuing my true passion, fashion design, as my goal. Instead of a single achievement, my goal is a series of actions, starting from getting in a fashion school. Once I get accepted by a school, my goal will switch to participate activities as many as I can, such as school assignments, internship, and design competitions, to expend my ability. After graduation, working in a famous international brand in order to understand how a brand is being managed will be my goal and above leads me to fulfill my next aim which is launching my own brand. One achievement directs me to the another. The combination of all achievement is where my aspiration is. One day in the future, I want to make my brand world-wide famous and receive an award from prestigious designer association. Finally, I hope my story and motivation I have shown to make the changes necessary in my life to achieve my dream in having a career in fashion with the experience I have gained will show that I would make a great candidate for FILM.

Hi guys, how you're all doing well. I have written an essay of the following question"The Global UGRAD Program is for young leaders committed to serving their home communities. Why would you be a great participant in the Global UGRAD Program?" Please if anyone would check to see if my essay is alright.PS: There are two essays here. The first one is mine, second is of my girlfriends. I am someone who does not like to party. Rather than suffering from a hangover I write poems and short stories along with portrait pictures I take, which gives it a narrative to be amused of, and I love to produce music. I find solace in doing something productive in my spare time, something that can help me be more skillful and give me joy. As Franklin D.Roosevelt would say "Happiness is not in the mere possession of money: it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort." The first piece of writing I ever scribbled was at the age of fourteen. My parents were always fond of my writing and nine years and half a thousand poems later, I got a job as a Feature Writer for The Weekly Newage Youth. Finding a job and getting through university in Bangladesh is very challenging and I was able to contribute to the family as well as my tuition fees. I am currently in my third year (seventh semester), doing my major in Public Relations and minor in Business, from University Of Liberal Arts Bangladesh. A major problem in Bangladesh is that people have a vague idea of how PR works. Writing for the weekly has helped me meet people who are also concerned about this. I applied to the Global UGRAD exchange program for two things. One, to experience a different culture, meet new people and understand their ideas and inspirations and cultivate a relationship with them; Let them know about a small country of barley 164.7 million people known as Bangladesh. As Tyler Cowen would say "Real cultural diversity results from the interchange of ideas, products, and influences, not from the insular development of a single national style." Another reason is to learn more about Public Relations and get a knowledge about business too so I can come back to my home country and let others know what Public Relations really stands for and how important and convenient it is for organizations to adapt to it. I want to change the perspective in my country by establishing my own PR firm, which Bangladesh massively lacks. I don't intend on staying in USA. Being the only child I need to look after my father and mother and build a home I promised them. I don't want to live the American dream rather live a life of happiness by bringing about a much required change to my country and enjoy a nice evening stroll with my old folks.

Hi guys, how you're all doing well. I have written an essay of the following question"The Global GRAD Program is for young leaders committed to serving their home communities. Why would you be a great participant in the Global GRAD Program?" Please if anyone would check to see if my essay is alright.PS: There are two essays here. The first one is mine, second is of my girlfriends. I am someone who does not like to party. Rather than suffering from a hangover I write poems and short stories along with portrait pictures I take, which gives it a narrative to be amused of, and I love to produce music. I find solace in doing something productive in my spare time, something that can help me be more skillful and give me joy. As Franklin D. Roosevelt would say "Happiness is not in the mere possession of money: it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort." The first piece of writing I ever scribbled was at the age of fourteen. My parents were always fond of my writing and nine years and half a thousand poems later, I got a job as a Feature Writer for The Weekly Sewage Youth. Finding a job and getting through university in Bangladesh is very challenging, and I was able to contribute to the family as well as my tuition fees. I am currently in my third year (seventh semester), doing my major in Public Relations and minor in Business, from University Of Liberal Arts Bangladesh. A major problem in Bangladesh is that people have a vague idea of how PR works. Writing for the weekly has helped me meet people who are also concerned about this. I applied to the Global GRAD exchange program for two things. One, to experience a different culture, meet new people and understand their ideas and inspirations and cultivate a relationship with them; Let them know about a small country of barley 164.7 million people known as Bangladesh. As Tyler Cowen would say "Real cultural diversity results from the interchange of ideas, products, and influences, not from the insular development of a single national style." Another reason is to learn more about Public Relations and get a knowledge about business too, so I can come back to my home country and let others know what Public Relations really stands for and how important and convenient it is for organizations to adapt to it. I want to change the perspective in my country by establishing my own PR firm, which Bangladesh massively lacks. I don't intend on staying in the USA. Being the only child I need to look after my father and mother and build a home I promised them. I don't want to live the American dream rather live a life of happiness by bringing about a much required change to my country and enjoy a nice evening stroll with my old folks.

So the prompt is: Tell us about who you are. How would your family, friends, andor members of your community describe you? If possible, please include something about yourself that you are most proud of and why. (maximum 250 words) My response:Since I was very young, I've had a fascination for the natural world. As a ten year old, I was enthralled by the prehistoric world and the reptilian behemoths that lived in those eras. My ten-year-old self would scour the National Geographic website to glean what I could about the dinosaurs, flying reptiles, aquatic reptiles and so many more monstrosities that existed all those millions of years ago. I even dreamed of becoming a paleontologist one day. I grew out of my dinosaur phase eventually, but my love for the natural sciences never wavered . I chose the sciences for my secondary school courses because I knew I wouldn't be satisfied by anything else. Chemistry was one of my favourite subjects, I was captivated by the near-infinite number of organic chemicals that existed and the wide array of reactions and combinations that these substances could partake in, as well as the integration of these chemicals into living organisms and how life is made possible as a result. My peers would describe me as someone who is motivated, curious and someone who loves partaking in vehement scientific discussions and debate. In my 12th grade, during an award ceremony for high achievers in Cambridge Examinations, my chemistry teacher introduced me to the audience as someone who, "finds intelligent solutions to complex problems." Something I am most proud of would be my drive to always learn something new and be the best version of myself that I can be. So, what do you think? I just hope I dont sound too cocky or anything.

So the prompt is: Tell us about who you are. How would your family, friends, ardor members of your community describe you? If possible, please include something about yourself that you are most proud of and why. (maximum 250 words) My response:Since I was very young, I've had a fascination for the natural world. As a ten-year-old, I was enthralled by the prehistoric world and the reptilian behemoths that lived in those eras. My ten-year-old self would scour the National Geographic website to glean what I could about the dinosaurs, flying reptiles, aquatic reptiles and so many more monstrosities that existed all those millions of years ago. I even dreamed of becoming a paleontologist one day. I grew out of my dinosaur phase eventually, but my love for the natural sciences never wavered. Furthermore, I chose the sciences for my secondary school courses because I knew I wouldn't be satisfied by anything else. Chemistry was one of my favorite subjects, I was captivated by the near-infinite number of organic chemicals that existed and the wide array of reactions and combinations that these substances could partake in, as well as the integration of these chemicals into living organisms and how life is made possible as a result. My peers would describe me as someone who is motivated, curious and someone who loves partaking in vehement scientific discussions and debate. In my 12th grade, during an award ceremony for high achievers in Cambridge Examinations, my chemistry teacher introduced me to the audience as someone who, "finds intelligent solutions to complex problems." Something I am most proud of would be my drive to always learn something new and be the best version of myself that I can be. So, what do you think? I just hope I don't sound too cocky or anything.

In my junior year of band I started as the 2nd to last 2nd chair flute. In the beginning of the year my instructor told the flutes that we had to audition for them to prove that we could play the piccolo, which is similar in keys and technique to the flute, but you must know how to use the right mouth position, airflow, and patience to produce the key shrill sound from a piccolo. When I had taken my auditions I was nervous as usual because I always aim to be the best in a fields that I take on. After my evaluation my instructor told me that I can play the proper notes but my airflow sounds strained. I personally thought I did well and I didn't hear any difference in airflow I produced compared to those who passed the audition, but I know that my instructors have been in the music industry longer than I have so it's best if I trust their critique. Being told that my art is less than what it could be never fails to put a fire beneath me. Later that day and from then on I'd practice only playing in the highest register on my flute in preparation for making a proper piccolo sound. I'd discover the difference between my sound and the sound of those who passed audition and professional players and apply that to better my technique. I went on to perfect my vibrato too which makes the sound I create more beautiful and skillful. Eventually I used what I learned to work my way up to very 1st chair and the group of 1st chair flutes had the opportunity to play piccolo after one of the girls got transferred to another school. I used the power of words to thank them for giving me professional instruction and inspiration to become better than they thought I was and to explain my process which got me to be able to create the sound I was about to present to them. After my evaluation they went on to tell me how much I have improved and overshadowed most of the current piccolos by having vibrato down. I was s o grateful but I knew I wouldn't stay good without learning different ways to practice so I kept on.

In my junior year of band I started as the 2nd to last 2nd chair flute. In the beginning of the year my instructor told the flutes that we had to audition for them to prove that we could play the piccolo, which is similar in keys and technique to the flute, but you must know how to use the right mouth position, airflow, and patience to produce the key shrill sound from a piccolo. When I had taken my auditions I was nervous as usual because I always aim to be the best in a field that I take on. After my evaluation my instructor told me that I can play the proper notes, but my airflow sounds strained. I personally thought I did well, and I didn't hear any difference in airflow I produced compared to those who passed the audition, but I know that my instructors have been in the music industry longer than I have, so it's best if I trust their critique. Being told that my art is less than what it could be never fails to put a fire beneath me. Later that day and from then on I'd practice only playing in the highest register on my flute in preparation for making a proper piccolo sound. I'd discover the difference between my sound and the sound of those who passed audition and professional players and apply that to better my technique. I went on to perfect my vibrato too which makes the sound I create more beautiful and skillful. Eventually I used what I learned to work my way up to very 1st chair and the group of 1st chair flutes had the opportunity to play piccolo after one of the girls got transferred to another school. I used the power of words to thank them for giving me professional instruction and inspiration to become better than they thought I was and to explain my process which got me to be able to create the sound I was about to present to them. After my evaluation they went on to tell me how much I have improved and overshadowed most of the current piccolos by having vibrato down. I was s o grateful, but I knew I wouldn't stay good without learning different ways to practice, so I kept on.

What work of art, music, science, mathematics, or literature has surprised, unsettled, or challenged you, and in what way? In a world of technological innovations and towering cityscapes, it can be hard at times to truly imagine what the prehistoric world looked like. After all, we've only been recording history for 5,000 years, which sounds like an eternity until you realize mankind has existed for 200,000 years. The few things we do have to commemorate the other 98% of our existence are some cave paintings, primitive tools, and the occasional bone fragment. It simply isn't possible for ancient artifacts to fully represent prehistoric life, or so I thought. Enter Blue Babe. During the summer of 1979, he was found perfectly preserved in the Alaskan permafrost. Now nestled inside a museum, surrounded by a zoo of skeletons and bone parts, this deceivingly alive Steppe Bison stuck out like a sore thumb. I could see wrinkles in the skin folds, the details of it's bronze-colored horns, and even make out individual eyelids! Had I not been told I was looking at a 30,000 year old animal, I would've been none the wiser. I've always viewed history as a static slideshow. The grand battles of the Revolutionary War and the busy markets of Renaissance era Florence could only be captured by still paintings. No amount of color or realism can capture the smells, sounds, and atmosphere of an event. Condensing an era into a singular illustration allowed me to take a glimpse at what once was, but I can't help feel like a far-removed observer at times. But here I was, standing in the presence of a long-extinct animal as our prehistoric ancestors might have seen. The creature gave me a new perspective of history. It is no longer just the amassment of statistics and facts to me, but rather a living, breathing collection of stories and experiences.

What work of art, music, science, mathematics, or literature has surprised, unsettled, or challenged you, and in what way? In a world of technological innovations and towering cityscapes, it can be hard at times to truly imagine what the prehistoric world looked like. After all, we've only been recording history for 5,000 years, which sounds like an eternity until you realize mankind has existed for 200,000 years. The few things we do have to commemorate the other 98% of our existence are some cave paintings, primitive tools, and the occasional bone fragment. It simply isn't possible for ancient artifacts to fully represent prehistoric life, or so I thought. Enter Blue Babe. During the summer of 1979, he was found perfectly preserved in the Alaskan permafrost. Now nestled inside a museum, surrounded by a zoo of skeletons and bone parts, this deceivingly alive Steppe Bison stuck out like a sore thumb. I could see wrinkles in the skin folds, the details of it's bronze-colored horns, and even make out individual eyelids! Had I not been told I was looking at a 30,000-year-old animal, I would've been none the wiser? I've always viewed history as a static slideshow. The grand battles of the Revolutionary War and the busy markets of Renaissance era Florence could only be captured by still paintings. No amount of color or realism can capture the smells, sounds, and atmosphere of an event. Condensing an era into a singular illustration allowed me to take a glimpse at what once was, but I can't help feel like a far-removed observer at times. But here I was, standing in the presence of a long-extinct animal as our prehistoric ancestors might have seen. The creature gave me a new perspective of history. It is no longer just the amusement of statistics and facts to me, but rather a living, breathing collection of stories and experiences.

Since middle school, I have been participating in the annual Popular Science competition. As I grew older, the knowledge in the textbook "grew" deeper. Instead of "water has surface tension", it talks about the imbalanced force water molecules on the surface received. Instead of "anemia causes fatigue," it says "lack of iron causes the reduction of hemoglobin and oxygen delivery, thus reducing the rate of aerobic respiration and energy production." It was interesting to step by step penetrate into the logic behind everything and to find that applying these theories to practice contributes to a better world. I particularly want to investigate human biology and improve the life quality of those who suffer from organ failure, so I choose to declare a concentration in Biochemistry & Molecular Biology at Brown. My ambition is retroactive to an academic event where I met Prof. Wan, who introduced bioprinting to me. If someone suffers from organ failure, one recourse is to extract the patient's stem cells, mix them with growth factors and other biomaterials, then print the mixture into a healthy organ that replaces the old one. I was impressed by the great potential of this technology. My great grandma is physically healthy except that she suffers from Alzheimer's Disease caused by the loss of neurons, which cannot be reversed using the existent treatments. Also, there are millions of patients who cannot receive organ donation or they get transplant rejection. Their metabolic system may shut down beginning with just one organ dysfunction. However, regenerative medicine, like a revolution, is aiming to provide radical solutions. Afterward I researched the current challenges faced by regenerative medicine. Leaning that those difficulties mainly relate to cellular and molecular interactions, I was motivated to delve into these fields, hoping to make an impact in the world of health.

Since middle school, I have been participating in the annual Popular Science competition. As I grew older, the knowledge in the textbook "grew" deeper. Instead of "water has surface tension", it talks about the imbalanced force water molecules on the surface received. Instead of "anemia causes fatigue," it says "lack of iron causes the reduction of hemoglobin and oxygen delivery, thus reducing the rate of aerobic respiration and energy production." It was interesting to step by step penetrate into the logic behind everything and to find that applying these theories to practice contributes to a better world. I particularly want to investigate human biology and improve the life quality of those who suffer from organ failure, so I choose to declare a concentration in Biochemistry camp; Molecular Biology at Brown. My ambition is retroactive to an academic event where I met Prof. Wan, who introduced bioprinting to me. If someone suffers from organ failure, one recourse is to extract the patient's stem cells, mix them with growth factors and other biomaterials, then print the mixture into a healthy organ that replaces the old one. I was impressed by the great potential of this technology. My great grandma is physically healthy except that she suffers from Alzheimer's Disease caused by the loss of neurons, which cannot be reversed using the existent treatments. Also, there are millions of patients who cannot receive organ donation, or they get transplant rejection. Their metabolic system may shut down beginning with just one organ dysfunction. However, regenerative medicine, like a revolution, is aiming to provide radical solutions. Afterward I researched the current challenges faced by regenerative medicine. Leaning that those difficulties mainly relate to cellular and molecular interactions, I was motivated to delve into these fields, hoping to make an impact in the world of health.

Michael Faraday revolutionized our understanding of electromagnetism. Orville and Wilbur Wright are credited with inventing the world's first airplane. Mark Twain added color to our childhood with characters such as Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. What do these people have in common, apart from being immensely successful in their respective fields? They had minimal education. Does that mean these people don't fall under the category of "educated people?" I believe not. Education is something intangible; it is nothing more than a phenomenon created by society. I think that with time, we have forgotten the essence, the core nature of education. In this day and age, we believe that it is the responsibility of an educator - a professor, teacher, or parent - to supply our minds with the knowledge they retain. We have reduced the meaning of education to something abstract - to facts, tests, grades, degrees. Education cannot be abstract. It is something colossal, something so powerful it cannot be diminished to a system in which grades win over knowledge. We are all born with the potential to do something extraordinary, to be extraordinary. This potential is the driving force of education. The purpose of educators is not to fill our mind. Their purpose is to shape our mind in a way that we use it to the fullest. Curiosity, analytical reasoning, the desire to ask questions people were scared to ask before and explore different perspectives - this is what I mean by education. I once heard somebody say that we, young curious people, can be compared to apple seeds. Small, bitter apple seeds that, when broken, reveal absolutely nothing to the naked eye. But, if you would go beyond the physical, you would see something extraordinary. There, in that small seed, is instilled a whole generation. A whole generation of trees that will give rise to apples, which will, in turn, give rise to many more trees. What is the role of the gardener, or in our case, the educator, in this scenario? It is not to tell the seed how to grow. It is to nurture it with all things necessary so the seed can develop into a majestic tree. In my scenario, Georgetown University is the gardener. It does everything to ensure vigorous plant growth in a hospitable environment created through a blend of nutrient-rich soil, sunshine, and fresh air. The Georgetown College core requirements - the fertile soil - provides me with courses like French and Sociology to broaden my spectrum of knowledge and prepare me for the real world. The sun - my source of energy - represents the booming student life. Extracurriculars in the fields such as Athletics, Dance, Music, and Art, ensure that every student will find his or her own comfort zone, a place where the balance between rigorous coursework and leisure is restored. Fresh air - of course, I am talking about the beautiful campus of Georgetown. I imagine myself walking through the main gates and seeing the Healy Hall tower over me, falling in love with every inch of the campus. My small, urban garden of Washington, D.C., is where I want to start growing. It is a place where diversity and individuality are celebrated not only in the student body but also in the academics. Georgetown is the embodiment of everything I ever wished for in an educational institution - a chance to not only pursue my passion for Medicine but also expand on my interests and values by joining the plethora of clubs on campus. It is with utmost honor that I consider Georgetown University to be my potential community, my garden, in which a small seed will grow into a beautiful apple tree.

Michael Faraday revolutionized our understanding of electromagnetism. Orville and Wilbur Wright are credited with inventing the world's first airplane. Mark Twain added color to our childhood with characters such as Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. What do these people have in common, apart from being immensely successful in their respective fields? They had minimal education. Does that mean these people don't fall under the category of "educated people?" I believe not. Education is something intangible; it is nothing more than a phenomenon created by society. I think that with time, we have forgotten the essence, the core nature of education. In this day and age, we believe that it is the responsibility of an educator - a professor, teacher, or parent - to supply our minds with the knowledge they retain. We have reduced the meaning of education to something abstract - to facts, tests, grades, degrees. Education cannot be abstract. It is something colossal, something so powerful it cannot be diminished to a system in which grades win over knowledge. We are all born with the potential to do something extraordinary, to be extraordinary. This potential is the driving force of education. The purpose of educators is not to fill our mind. Their purpose is to shape our mind in a way that we use it to the fullest. Curiosity, analytical reasoning, the desire to ask questions people were scared to ask before and explore different perspectives - this is what I mean by education. I once heard somebody say that we, young curious people, can be compared to apple seeds. Small, bitter apple seeds that, when broken, reveal absolutely nothing to the naked eye. But, if you would go beyond the physical, you would see something extraordinary. There, in that small seed, is instilled a whole generation. A whole generation of trees that will give rise to apples, which will, in turn, give rise to many more trees. What is the role of the gardener, or in our case, the educator, in this scenario? It is not to tell the seed how to grow. It is to nurture it with all things necessary, so the seed can develop into a majestic tree. In my scenario, Georgetown University is the gardener. It does everything to ensure vigorous plant growth in a hospitable environment created through a blend of nutrient-rich soil, sunshine, and fresh air. The Georgetown College core requirements - the fertile soil - provides me with courses like French and Sociology to broaden my spectrum of knowledge and prepare me for the real world. The sun - my source of energy - represents the booming student life. Extracurriculars in the fields such as Athletics, Dance, Music, and Art, ensure that every student will find his or her own comfort zone, a place where the balance between rigorous coursework and leisure is restored. Fresh air - of course, I am talking about the beautiful campus of Georgetown. I imagine myself walking through the main gates and seeing the Healy Hall tower over me, falling in love with every inch of the campus. My small, urban garden of Washington, D.C., is where I want to start growing. It is a place where diversity and individuality are celebrated not only in the student body but also in the academics. Georgetown is the embodiment of everything I ever wished for in an educational institution - a chance to not only pursue my passion for Medicine but also expand on my interests and values by joining the plethora of clubs on campus. It is with utmost honor that I consider Georgetown University to be my potential community, my garden, in which a small seed will grow into a beautiful apple tree.

Doing well in the senior school entrance exam of Shanghai and the placement test of my high school, students in three Experimental Classes are all exceptional in intellect as well as academic performance. Therefore, when I just entered the Natural Science Experimental Class, I was overwhelmed by my classmates' competence, especially in maths and science. My math score improved significantly after joining this community. My classmates always transformed the math classes into forums. They enthusiastically shared different ideas, and meanwhile, I gained knowledge beyond the syllabus and was pushed to think fast. I could gradually approach a problem using different solutions and put forward my thoughts during classes. Even if score matters, thanks to the Experimental Class, I also got to understand that score is not the only standard that defines a person, because everyone around me has something that makes others want to exclaim "wow." For instance, my desk mate is good at critical thinking; the girl in front of me could detect and analyze details hidden in readings; the girl behind me is the first prize winner of a Chinese composition contest. I not only learned from them but also formed a mathematical modeling team with them. We all found our niches while working for the competition. Due to cooperation, we four together achieved the outcome that we could not achieve separately. The Experimental Class plays an indispensable role in my life. It witnessed my growth, both academically and personally. It also shaped my resolve to always surround myself with outstanding students to learn, cooperate, and get inspirations at every possible moment.

Doing well in the senior school entrance exam of Shanghai and the placement test of my high school, students in three Experimental Classes are all exceptional in intellect as well as academic performance. Therefore, when I just entered the Natural Science Experimental Class, I was overwhelmed by my classmates' competence, especially in math and science. My math score improved significantly after joining this community. My classmates always transformed the math classes into forums. They enthusiastically shared different ideas, and meanwhile, I gained knowledge beyond the syllabus and was pushed to think fast. I could gradually approach a problem using different solutions and put forward my thoughts during classes. Even if score matters, thanks to the Experimental Class, I also got to understand that score is not the only standard that defines a person, because everyone around me has something that makes others want to exclaim "wow." For instance, my desk mate is good at critical thinking; the girl in front of me could detect and analyze details hidden in readings; the girl behind me is the first prize winner of a Chinese composition contest. I not only learned from them but also formed a mathematical modeling team with them. We all found our niches while working for the competition. Due to cooperation, we four together achieved the outcome that we could not achieve separately. The Experimental Class plays an indispensable role in my life. It witnessed my growth, both academically and personally. It also shaped my resolve to always surround myself with outstanding students to learn, cooperate, and get inspirations at every possible moment.

In 2016 I co-founded Muniversiti, a non-profit organization with the purpose of galvanizing the youth. Muniversiti converges students from diverse demographics to deliberate over global challenges and delivers proposed solutions and the raised funds to qualified NGOs working at root-level. We've generated $40,000+, conducted 15+ conferences, associated with 23 NGOs as consulting partners and organized India's largest MUN conference. As Director Training, I devise educational modules and deliver presentations to promote community engagement amongst local youth and help them develop fresh perspectives on problems hindering world's progress. I've interacted with 10,000+ students, conducted seminars in 50+ schools and chaired world's first MUN committee run entirely on Sign Language. Whether it's by persuading Ministry of Social Justice to develop inclusive policies or planting 400 trees at a record-breaking pace, Muniversiti is a group of crazy individuals who refuse to accept that 'mere' students cannot manifest a world with greater opportunities.

In 2016, I co-founded University, a non-profit organization with the purpose of galvanizing the youth. University converges students from diverse demographics to deliberate over global challenges and delivers proposed solutions and the raised funds to qualified NGOs working at root-level. We've generated $40,000+, conducted 15+ conferences, associated with 23 NGOs as consulting partners and organized India's largest MUN conference. As Director Training, I devise educational modules and deliver presentations to promote community engagement amongst local youth and help them develop fresh perspectives on problems hindering world's progress. I've interacted with 10,000+ students, conducted seminars in 50+ schools and chaired world's first MUN committee run entirely on Sign Language. Whether it's by persuading Ministry of Social Justice to develop inclusive policies or planting 400 trees at a record-breaking pace, University is a group of crazy individuals who refuse to accept that 'mere' students cannot manifest a world with greater opportunities.

If the field of higher education is a world of dessert, then the University of Pennsylvania would be my favorite - vanilla ice cream. Vanilla ice cream is creamy and delicious by itself, but what makes it so special is its ability to transform. What happens if you add crushed Oreo bits into vanilla ice cream? You get cookies and cream. What if you add chocolate syrup? It becomes a chocolate sundae. Likewise, Penn transforms the flavors of an undergraduate education. Penn's second major program allows me to create my own academic pathway, giving me the opportunity to my interest in Economics into my intended major of computer science, resulting in a more flavourful and exciting learning experience. The permutations and combinations are endless. Vanilla ice cream has the ability to enhance other food. Don't want a boring root beer? Add some vanilla ice cream and you have root beer float! Not a fan of strong brewed coffee? Drown some vanilla ice cream into it and you'll have the moderately bitter yet sweet affogato. The use of vanilla ice cream is diverse. Its importance in the dessert world distinguishes itself from other flavors. I had my first Facebook account when I was 9. I accidentally uploaded a scanned copy of my mother's passport as a profile picture. My mother, who soon found out, immediately called my father to take it down as soon as possible. After a furious scolding, the incident helped me become aware of the dangers that lurk on the internet, and surprisingly, became a spark for my interest in computer security. With courses such as Introduction to Networks & Security (CIS 331) along with endless research opportunities, I hope to become involved in the world of cybersecurity through Penn Engineering and help raise awareness of computer security's importance to help enhance the lives of the ordinary joe in our increasingly digitalized world. Vanilla ice cream isn't too sweet but isn't too bland either. Vanilla ice cream brings a balance between the extremes of taste, making the enjoyment all the more worthwhile. UPenn brings a careful blend of rigorous academics and a fulfilling student life. As I build a schedule of my own, I hope to find time to continue my passion for organizing events that bring people together by joining The Social Planning and Events Committee (SPEC). Maybe I could involve myself in Philadelphia's community by volunteering in the Civic House. After a week of hard work in the classroom, maybe I can let off some steam with some friends through one of UPenn's intramural sports societies. I may even learn something new, like lacrosse or hockey. With all these in mind, I came to understand why I like vanilla ice cream so much. I also realized that Penn as a fit for me, and to become part of its community would be an opportunity that I'll never relinquish.

If the field of higher education is a world of dessert, then the University of Pennsylvania would be my favorite - vanilla ice cream. Vanilla ice cream is creamy and delicious by itself, but what makes it so special is its ability to transform. What happens if you add crushed Oreo bits into vanilla ice cream? You get cookies and cream. What if you add chocolate syrup? It becomes a chocolate sundae. Likewise, Penn transforms the flavors of an undergraduate education. Penn's second major program allows me to create my own academic pathway, giving me the opportunity to my interest in Economics into my intended major of computer science, resulting in a more flavorful and exciting learning experience. The permutations and combinations are endless. Vanilla ice cream has the ability to enhance other food. Don't want a boring root beer? Add some vanilla ice cream, and you have root beer float! Not a fan of strong brewed coffee? Drown some vanilla ice cream into it, and you'll have the moderately bitter yet sweet afloat. The use of vanilla ice cream is diverse. Its importance in the dessert world distinguishes itself from other flavors. I had my first Facebook account when I was 9. I accidentally uploaded a scanned copy of my mother's passport as a profile picture. My mother, who soon found out, immediately called my father to take it down as soon as possible. After a furious scolding, the incident helped me become aware of the dangers that lurk on the internet, and surprisingly, became a spark for my interest in computer security. With courses such as Introduction to Networks camp; Security (CIS 331) along with endless research opportunities, I hope to become involved in the world of cybersecurity through Penn Engineering and help raise awareness of computer security's importance to help enhance the lives of the ordinary Joe in our increasingly digitalized world. Vanilla ice cream isn't too sweet but isn't too bland either. Vanilla ice cream brings a balance between the extremes of taste, making the enjoyment all the more worthwhile. Penn brings a careful blend of rigorous academics and a fulfilling student life. As I build a schedule of my own, I hope to find time to continue my passion for organizing events that bring people together by joining The Social Planning and Events Committee (SPEC). Maybe I could involve myself in Philadelphia's community by volunteering in the Civic House. After a week of hard work in the classroom, maybe I can let off some steam with some friends through one of Penn's intramural sports societies. I may even learn something new, like lacrosse or hockey. With all these in mind, I came to understand why I like vanilla ice cream so much. I also realized that Penn as a fit for me, and to become part of its community would be an opportunity that I'll never relinquish.

Attributed to William Hastie, Amherst Class of 1925, the first African-American to serve as a judge for the United States Court of Appeals One of my earliest lessons in how a seemingly impossible obstacle can become one's biggest asset, came when my family shifted to Punjab in 2013. As the train crossed the border of Punjab, my excitement level shot up as I fantasized about learning my native language. But it took only a day for my bubble to burst before I realized that I would not be allowed to take it as a subject as my classmates had been studying it for six years, while I wasn't even a beginner. Almost on the verge of shedding tears, I realized that without making an effort, I could remain pushed to the wall forever. That's when I resolved to study my native language whatsoever. What followed was a bumpy, yet rewarding road. Noticing my drive my principal even yielded, permitting me to sit for the month-away sessional exams. In pursuit, I moved to the house of my grandaunt, where she charted a rigorous writing exercise for me. I even took up studying from grade one textbooks, at the expense of being mocked by my classmates. However, when the results were declared, I cried. These were tears of joy as I had secured 90%. Those who mocked me earlier, applauded me that day, even as I gloated over my feat. I learned an indelible lesson that day, that the glory of overcoming the obstacle was greater than the obstacle itself. The most challenging task was the resolution to act, the rest was simply tenacity. The amount of happiness extended manifold due to the intense satisfaction of achieving a task that demanded my best. Faced with adversities, I learned to value my hard earned success and strive to retain it. This experience became my touchstone for the future, paving way for many more successful endeavors ahead.

Attributed to William Hastie, Amherst Class of 1925, the first African-American to serve as a judge for the United States Court of Appeals One of my earliest lessons in how a seemingly impossible obstacle can become one's biggest asset, came when my family shifted to Punjab in 2013. As the train crossed the border of Punjab, my excitement level shot up as I fantasized about learning my native language. But it took only a day for my bubble to burst before I realized that I would not be allowed to take it as a subject as my classmates had been studying it for six years, while I wasn't even a beginner. Almost on the verge of shedding tears, I realized that without making an effort, I could remain pushed to the wall forever. That's when I resolved to study my native language whatsoever. What followed was a bumpy, yet rewarding road. Noticing my drive my principal even yielded, permitting me to sit for the month-away sessional exams. In pursuit, I moved to the house of my grandaunt, where she charted a rigorous writing exercise for me. I even took up studying from grade one textbook, at the expense of being mocked by my classmates. However, when the results were declared, I cried. These were tears of joy as I had secured 90%. Those who mocked me earlier, applauded me that day, even as I gloated over my feat. I learned an indelible lesson that day, that the glory of overcoming the obstacle was greater than the obstacle itself. The most challenging task was the resolution to act, the rest was simply tenacity. The amount of happiness extended manifold due to the intense satisfaction of achieving a task that demanded my best. Faced with adversities, I learned to value my hard-earned success and strive to retain it. This experience became my touchstone for the future, paving way for many more successful endeavors ahead.

My reason for choosing Waterloo can be summarized by this quote: "Don't limit your challenges, challenge your limits" (author unknown). Waterloo pushes academic boundaries, embraces critical thinking, and promotes work experience--especially in the programs, I am most passionate about--economics and computer science. I would like to join this community of collaborative inquirers to expand my own boundaries. Since a young age, I loved logical progressions. I realized I had a penchant for logical reasoning, which ignited my interest in coding, design, and economics. I sought out classes in business and technology outside of school and ultimately created my own startup--Name--which I continue to develop. I now want to build on my foundation at Waterloo with the goal of creating novel and meaningful products through new entrepreneurial endeavors. Is this a good response?

My reason for choosing Waterloo can be summarized by this quote: "Don't limit your challenges, challenge your limits" (author unknown). Waterloo pushes academic boundaries, embraces critical thinking, and promotes work experience--especially in the programs, I am most passionate about--economics and computer science. I would like to join this community of collaborative inquirers to expand my own boundaries. Since a young age, I loved logical progressions. I realized I had a penchant for logical reasoning, which ignited my interest in coding, design, and economics. I sought out classes in business and technology outside of school and ultimately created my own startup--Name--which I continue to develop. Furthermore, I now want to build on my foundation at Waterloo with the goal of creating novel and meaningful products through new entrepreneurial endeavors. Is this a good response?

At the age of 33 years old, am I now only beginning to realize what life is all about. Throughout the years, I have experienced life in its most glorious moments as well as its most difficult and challenging events. We come to learn so much about ourselves as human beings when we undertake and achieve our junctures of trials and tribulations. I am coming to learn the true and most definite meaning of self-determination and conscientiousness. Which is why I have chosen to follow the cause and efforts that this organization provides for human life. I personally have always felt a strong duty and tremendous passion within me to help others enrich their lives, whilst at the same time enhancing my own. My proudest moments in life comes from my altruistic nature of providing acts of love and kindness towards my community without any expectation of reciprocation, a commitment that I feel is also expressed within Peace Corps own mission statement. For several years, I have constructed my whole being around becoming an educator for the youth in my community. From teaching children how to swim to becoming an Outreach Leader for Girl Scouts Heart of Central California and encouraging self esteem, empowerment, strength, and independence. Additionally, included in the illustrious moments of my life's attainments are the rewarding encounters I've had as a Behavioral Therapist for children with severe and high functioning autism. However, there is still so much love I have left to give and I'm ready to explore the world with my heart on my sleeve in appreciation and endearment for all people within it. I am fully aware of the adverse circumstances and challenges that will arise from being a Peace Corps volunteer, and I am without a doubt willing to subject myself to any difficult situation that may emerge as I have become cultured in learning that our mind expands when we are capable of thinking outside of the box. Personally, I perceive that life should be about practicality and simplicity. I have never found myself to be a materialistic person, and would rather prefer a book to read over a social media posting on my phone. As I have much growing and maturity to do, I am a very self-driven individual determined to discover my independence in different ways. Nonetheless, I also know how important it is to communicate with peers throughout the community and reach out for help or assistance when needed. We can never know, if we never ask. It is my aspiration in life to help people, even if in the smallest of ways, without any expectation of reciprocation and to understand the vast differences we have in the company of others. I believe that is one of the most phenomenal achievements that one can gain from life.

At the age of 33 years old, am I now only beginning to realize what life is all about. Throughout the years, I have experienced life in its most glorious moments as well as its most difficult and challenging events. We come to learn so much about ourselves as human beings when we undertake and achieve our junctures of trials and tribulations. I am coming to learn the true and most definite meaning of self-determination and conscientiousness. Which is why I have chosen to follow the cause and efforts that this organization provides for human life. I personally have always felt a strong duty and tremendous passion within me to help others enrich their lives, whilst at the same time enhancing my own. My proudest moments in life come from my altruistic nature of providing acts of love and kindness towards my community without any expectation of reciprocation, a commitment that I feel is also expressed within Peace Corps own mission statement. For several years, I have constructed my whole being around becoming an educator for the youth in my community. From teaching children how to swim to becoming an Outreach Leader for Girl Scouts Heart of Central California and encouraging self-esteem, empowerment, strength, and independence. Additionally, included in the illustrious moments of my life's attainments are the rewarding encounters I've had as a Behavioral Therapist for children with severe and high functioning autism. However, there is still so much love I have left to give, and I'm ready to explore the world with my heart on my sleeve in appreciation and endearment for all people within it. I am fully aware of the adverse circumstances and challenges that will arise from being a Peace Corps volunteer, and I am without a doubt willing to subject myself to any difficult situation that may emerge as I have become cultured in learning that our mind expands when we are capable of thinking outside the box. Personally, I perceive that life should be about practicality and simplicity. I have never found myself to be a materialistic person, and would rather prefer a book to read over a social media posting on my phone. As I have much growing and maturity to do, I am a very self-driven individual determined to discover my independence in different ways. Nonetheless, I also know how important it is to communicate with peers throughout the community and reach out for help or assistance when needed. We can never know if we never ask. It is my aspiration in life to help people, even if in the smallest of ways, without any expectation of reciprocation and to understand the vast differences we have in the company of others. I believe that is one of the most phenomenal achievements that one can gain from life.

I knew about the UGRAD program through a friend that I got to know in the ASEAN-India Student Exchange Program. She told me about America, what she's got after the program and I know that I want to take part in this unique program. Firstly, Global UGRAD Program will take me to meet lots of new people. As a leader of my class for 4 years and just being elected to be the vice president of my English Club, I learn that having chances to communicate with different people is precious. When meeting new people, I not only know their faces, their appearances but also, I know about their influent stories and their understanding about subjects, which teach me special lessons, give me opportunities to train my soft skills. Listening to my friends, for example, give me comprehension about an actual student life, living away from parents and having to take care of our own, which make I understand the difficulty they've been through, sympathize with them and be more grateful for what I've got. Through times working with various partners, I've acquired and developed many skills such as neutralizing debates, negotiating, etiquette and so on. I believe, through the other participants in UGRAD and people I will meet in the days I live in America could bring me not only wide perspective to complete myself, but also friendships to keep for a long life. Secondly, this program will take me to the United State, a totally different culture, different learning system, and teaching method. Through the special chance which brought me to India, I've grasped that any culture has traits worthy to learn. America is definitely not an exception. I want to learn from the American how they encourage independent thinking, how they promote teamwork and moreover, how they become great. For a long time, America is considered as one of the dream destinations for people all around the world. Especially for a medical student like me, studying updated guideline given American associations, reading reference material taken from American authors' books, I always desperately want to try learning in that environment. UGRAD would make my dream come true. Thirdly, thanks to the UGRAD program, I will have more occasions to commit to community services. Being a medical student, spending enormous time on books and hospitals, and also being the leader of a class and a club, I have to manage time strictly to balance my work, which proceeds the restricted number of community services that I've joined in. Through these occasions in America, I will not only be able to bring positive things to more people but also learn about organizing events and programs so I can bring that information back to create more activities for my club as the Children English Teaching that we did last summer. Taking part in UGRAD will not only help me to learn but also give me opportunities to devote. With enthusiasm, with eager and with knowledge, I will work hard to co-operate with American associations in implementing new ideas, carrying out new programs, try to help people with my best as possible. I could bring Vietnamese colors and identity to introduce to friends from hundreds of countries in general and from America in specific, could connect with them, forming a network to support each other in need in the future. In summary, with long-time experience in leading people, with a desire to learn from a great developed country, America, and with my capability to devote to the communities I've been attached to and I will be in, I believe I'm one of the most competent participants of the program.

I knew about the GRAD program through a friend that I got to know in the ASEAN-India Student Exchange Program. She told me about America, what she's got after the program and I know that I want to take part in this unique program. Firstly, Global GRAD Program will take me to meet lots of new people. As a leader of my class for 4 years and just being elected to be the vice president of my English Club, I learn that having chances to communicate with different people is precious. When meeting new people, I not only know their faces, their appearances but also, I know about their in fluent stories and their understanding about subjects, which teach me special lessons, give me opportunities to train my soft skills. Listening to my friends, for example, give me comprehension about an actual student life, living away from parents and having to take care of our own, which make I understand the difficulty they've been through, sympathize with them and be more grateful for what I've got. Through times working with various partners, I've acquired and developed many skills such as neutralizing debates, negotiating, etiquette and so on. I believe, through the other participants in GRAD and people I will meet in the days I live in America could bring me not only wide perspective to complete myself, but also friendships to keep for a long life. Secondly, this program will take me to the United States, a totally different culture, different learning system, and teaching method. Through the special chance which brought me to India, I've grasped that any culture has traits worthy to learn. America is definitely not an exception. I want to learn from the American how they encourage independent thinking, how they promote teamwork and moreover, how they become great. For a long time, America is considered as one of the dream destinations for people all around the world. Especially for a medical student like me, studying updated guideline given American associations, reading reference material taken from American authors' books, I always desperately want to try learning in that environment. GRAD would make my dream come true. Thirdly, thanks to the GRAD program, I will have more occasions to commit to community services. Being a medical student, spending enormous time on books and hospitals, and also being the leader of a class and a club, I have to manage time strictly to balance my work, which proceeds the restricted number of community services that I've joined in. Through these occasions in America, I will not only be able to bring positive things to more people but also learn about organizing events and programs, so I can bring that information back to create more activities for my club as the Children English Teaching that we did last summer. Taking part in GRAD will not only help me to learn but also give me opportunities to devote. With enthusiasm, with eager and with knowledge, I will work hard to co-operate with American associations in implementing new ideas, carrying out new programs, try to help people with my best as possible. I could bring Vietnamese colors and identity to introduce to friends from hundreds of countries in general and from America in specific, could connect with them, forming a network to support each other in need in the future. In summary, with long-time experience in leading people, with a desire to learn from a great developed country, America, and with my capability to devote to the communities I've been attached to, and I will be in, I believe I'm one of the most competent participants of the program.

As I prefer old-fashioned snail mails to the phone, my friends sometimes laugh at me and some even rolled their eyes when I said I waswriting a college application essay about it .''Pen pals'' for them is a somewhat quaint notion only existing in the writing tasks of English exams which seems to be an activity of yesteryear. Even though it's difficult to fully define a person within 650 words, I know that my true-self would shine through if I write about something I am head-over-heels in love with and writing letters is one of those things. I began seriously writing letters when I was in eighth grade. Luckily, I found my first pen pal Anna -a Filipina lady in New York City at that time. We came to know each other through post crossing and started avidly writing letters after directly swapping some postcards. Having an age gap of 19 years, I was anxious and nervous when sending off the first letter due to my writing ability in English and the issues of cultural identity. However, we opened up to one another about much more personal things in our letters. We both loved reading and had a special affection to read compilations of letters. "84 Charing Cross" had a unique role for me. Like Frank, the chief purchaser of a secondhand bookseller, Anna who works as a librarian in a university also with great knowledge of English literature and always recommends good books she has read recently. We have shared a profound friendship or bond over the 5 years of correspondence. I am a person who is willing to share with the world. I am amazed that I could still find so many kindred spirits who also comfort via written words in this world of word-processing computers and instantaneous messages on social media. .Pen paling, to me, is a journey full of wonders. I enjoy spending my time with the people who share their marvelous stories with me. In one letter, Anna wrote about how she dealt with her homesick and adapted to the new life when she immigrated to NYC initially, which greatly inspired me to push myself out of the comfort zone to see a bigger world. I even commiserate the LGBT+ situations with a Muslim pen pal from Turkey. We both believe that committing to what is called a culture of inclusiveness would be our life's focus although we may eventually change very little. I also learned the strength of faith from a Namibian girl studying far away in Havana (Our correspondence has been a miracle due to the poor network in Cuba. We've exchanged 98 pieces of emails and 4 snail mails since the summer of 2016.) I cherish the opportunity to interact with people from totally different backgrounds and cultures. I await the chance to gain insight from exposure to new ideas and views. The journey of pen paling has offered me numerous opportunities to encounter, to deal with and to enjoy new people, situations and places. I value multiplicity of situations and diversity among people as they prompt my personal growth than any other activities. I do at most points know and like who I am. However, one of the most exciting thing for me is that there's still so much more for me to learn, and I would like to be exposed to a bigger world not only in communications but also in academic. I am excited about the prospect of attending college and meeting new people and I am looking forward to the person I will be tomorrow.

As I prefer old-fashioned snail mails to the phone, my friends sometimes laugh at me and some even rolled their eyes when I said I was writing a college application essay about it.'' Pen pals'' for them is a somewhat quaint notion only existing in the writing tasks of English exams which seems to be an activity of yesteryear. Even though it's difficult to fully define a person within 650 words, I know that my true-self would shine through if I write about something I am head-over-heels in love with and writing letters is one of those things. I began seriously writing letters when I was in eighth grade. Luckily, I found my first pen pal Anna -a Filipina lady in New York City at that time. We came to know each other through post crossing and started avidly writing letters after directly swapping some postcards. Having an age gap of 19 years, I was anxious and nervous when sending off the first letter due to my writing ability in English and the issues of cultural identity. However, we opened up to one another about much more personal things in our letters. We both loved reading and had a special affection to read compilations of letters. "84 Sharing Cross" had a unique role for me. Like Frank, the chief purchaser of a secondhand bookseller, Anna who works as a librarian in a university also with great knowledge of English literature and always recommends good books she has read recently. We have shared a profound friendship or bond over the 5 years of correspondence. I am a person who is willing to share with the world. I am amazed that I could still find so many kindred spirits who also comfort via written words in this world of word-processing computers and instantaneous messages on social media. . Pen paling, to me, is a journey full of wonders. I enjoy spending my time with the people who share their marvelous stories with me. In one letter, Anna wrote about how she dealt with her homesick and adapted to the new life when she immigrated to NYC initially, which greatly inspired me to push myself out of the comfort zone to see a bigger world. I even commiserate the LGBT+ situations with a Muslim pen pal from Turkey. We both believe that committing to what is called a culture of inclusiveness would be our life's focus, although we may eventually change very little. I also learned the strength of faith from a Namibian girl studying far away in Havana (Our correspondence has been a miracle due to the poor network in Cuba. We've exchanged 98 pieces of emails and 4 snail mails since the summer of 2016.) I cherish the opportunity to interact with people from totally different backgrounds and cultures. I await the chance to gain insight from exposure to new ideas and views. The journey of pen paling has offered me numerous opportunities to encounter, to deal with and to enjoy new people, situations and places. I value multiplicity of situations and diversity among people as they prompt my personal growth than any other activities. I do at most points know and like who I am. However, one of the most exciting thing for me is that there's still so much more for me to learn, and I would like to be exposed to a bigger world not only in communications but also in academic. I am excited about the prospect of attending college and meeting new people, and I am looking forward to the person I will be tomorrow.

Hi everybody! This is my answer to the JHU Prompt (Successful students at Johns Hopkins make the biggest impact by collaborating with others, including peers, mentors, and professors. Talk about a time, in or outside the classroom, when you worked with others and what you learned from the experience.) The word limit is 400 words; here I have 381 words. Could you please provide me with your opinions and whether or not I should change it? Thank you in advance! I will be honest, I wasn't always the biggest fan of group projects. I was always the kid who, at every MUN conference, would have a stack of finished resolutions with no room for collaboration or a change in perspective. I was blinded by my own ego; enough to fail to see the intricate allure that comes with working with other people. In 9th grade, it was my class' time to continue the legacy of the Thalassaemia Project. I really wanted to be a part of the project, since the disease is very prevalent in my country. The bad news - it was a group project. I decided to swallow my pride and join in the name of knowledge. Let me tell you this, I was not in my usual comfort zone. We were a rather small group for such a colossal project, though it didn't feel like it. To my despair, my "colleagues" were all hard-working, talented, and kind people, with vibrant opinions and creativity going through the roof, which made it much harder to hate the process. At times, we would spend a ridiculous amount of time deciding something as trivial as the spacing between the lines. Arguments and minor discussions did take up a substantial amount of our time, but that wasn't all. As we moved forward with the project, I started noticing how we became a small community - a family. Disputes and quarrels turned into discussions commanded by sheer respect and understanding and we all learned to work as a team. The end result was beautiful: our project gained recognition in many schools around the city, which means we succeeded at raising awareness about the disease. We were even given the chance to visit the Thalassaemia Center and dig deeper into the issue by communicating with the patients and doctors. The project was not only in our small flash drive - we carried it in our hearts. Apart from successfully achieving my goals, I also befriended a nice bunch of intelligent people. What else did I gain from this experience? Don't be afraid to listen to the opinions of others. Be respectful. Don't be a control freak. Encourage not only physical diversity but also mental. And most importantly, I understood the value of a good teamwork.

Hi everybody! This is my answer to the JHU Prompt (Successful students at Johns Hopkins make the biggest impact by collaborating with others, including peers, mentors, and professors. Talk about a time, in or outside the classroom, when you worked with others and what you learned from the experience.) The word limit is 400 words; here I have 381 words. Could you please provide me with your opinions and whether I should change it? Thank you in advance! I will be honest, I wasn't always the biggest fan of group projects. I was always the kid who, at every MUN conference, would have a stack of finished resolutions with no room for collaboration or a change in perspective. Furthermore, I was blinded by my own ego; enough to fail to see the intricate allure that comes with working with other people. In 9th grade, it was my class' time to continue the legacy of the Thalassemia Project. I really wanted to be a part of the project, since the disease is very prevalent in my country. The bad news - it was a group project. I decided to swallow my pride and join in the name of knowledge. Let me tell you this, I was not in my usual comfort zone. We were a rather small group for such a colossal project, though it didn't feel like it. To my despair, my "colleagues" were all hard-working, talented, and kind people, with vibrant opinions and creativity going through the roof, which made it much harder to hate the process. At times, we would spend a ridiculous amount of time deciding something as trivial as the spacing between the lines. Arguments and minor discussions did take up a substantial amount of our time, but that wasn't all. As we moved forward with the project, I started noticing how we became a small community - a family. Disputes and quarrels turned into discussions commanded by sheer respect and understanding, and we all learned to work as a team. The end result was beautiful: our project gained recognition in many schools around the city, which means we succeeded at raising awareness about the disease. We were even given the chance to visit the Thalassemia Center and dig deeper into the issue by communicating with the patients and doctors. The project was not only in our small flash drive - we carried it in our hearts. Apart from successfully achieving my goals, I also befriended a nice bunch of intelligent people. What else did I gain from this experience? Don't be afraid to listen to the opinions of others. Be respectful. Don't be a control freak. Encourage not only physical diversity but also mental. And most importantly, I understood the value of a good teamwork.

An internship at NIIT, a computer training institute introduced me to the art of programming and I immediately fell in love with it. I took up coding as a hobby and currently, I am almost fluent in Python as well as JAVA.I began to look for a course that could offer an intersection between computer hardware and my newfound interest in coding and programming and I discovered computer engineering. When my sister sister first introduced Georgia Tech to me, I was particularly interested in its flexible academic program. This is because I have developed a love of biology and the workings of the human body and I believe Georgia Tech would provide the opportunity for me to integrate all my interests as a means of tailoring my major. I am also intrigued by the bio-engineering research program and bio-robotics and I would like to one day be part of the introduction of sustainable and affordable biotechnology in African countries. I would also like to be a part of the International Plan. With a program like this, I will not only be well experienced with different cultures, I will be able to solve problems from a global perspective and this will greatly aid me on my career path long after graduation.

An internship at IIT, a computer training institute introduced me to the art of programming and I immediately fell in love with it. I took up coding as a hobby and currently, I am almost fluent in Python as well as JAVA. I began to look for a course that could offer an intersection between computer hardware and my newfound interest in coding and programming and I discovered computer engineering. When my sister first introduced Georgia Tech to me, I was particularly interested in its flexible academic program. This is because I have developed a love of biology and the workings of the human body and I believe Georgia Tech would provide the opportunity for me to integrate all my interests as a means of tailoring my major. I am also intrigued by the bioengineering research program and bio-robotics and I would like to one day be part of the introduction of sustainable and affordable biotechnology in African countries. I would also like to be a part of the International Plan. With a program like this, I will not only be well experienced with different cultures, I will be able to solve problems from a global perspective and this will greatly aid me on my career path long after graduation.

Before you critique anything, I have two questions. It asks me to tell the story behind it so should my essay be on what the story is? For this one, I wrote about my process, so I don't know if that exactly counts as the story behind it. Here is my essay, and please let me know if anything is wrong, and I know my tense is wrong. It was the beginning of October when my family and I decided to go on a weekly trip to our local grocery store. The second I walked in the door, I saw how there was a towering pile of pumpkin varieties. They ranged from tiny green gourds to gigantic pearl-white pumpkins. In an instant, the sight of the pumpkins gave me an idea of a possible artistic piece. Without any brainstorming sketches, I immediately began working on the final piece. Halloween was around the corner, so I added a twist into my drawings by incorporating witches, mummies, ghosts, and all the other traditional Halloween characters. My illustration will minimize the space, but it will still retain a communal feeling. The use of color was important, because not only does my illustration need to be wary of the use of shapes, the color composition greatly impacts the balance of the piece. Through my illustrations, I always loved the idea of making my audience examine all the details I have integrated. Like how one of the Skeleton's missing bone or the Witch's black cat is hidden somewhere difficult to point out. Once I finished the drawing, I couldn't be more proud of how the colors all pieced together and how even though it was a time-consuming piece of illustration, I was glad I went grocery shopping with my family. I finished my piece titling it "Mounds of Gourds" because of how each pumpkin is stacked upon each other, in a playful and witty composition.

Before you critique anything, I have two questions. It asks me to tell the story behind it, so should my essay be on what the story is? For this one, I wrote about my process, so I don't know if that exactly counts as the story behind it. Here is my essay, and please let me know if anything is wrong, and I know my tense is wrong. It was the beginning of October when my family and I decided to go on a weekly trip to our local grocery store. The second I walked in the door, I saw how there was a towering pile of pumpkin varieties. They ranged from tiny green gourds to gigantic pearl-white pumpkins. In an instant, the sight of the pumpkins gave me an idea of a possible artistic piece. Without any brainstorming sketches, I immediately began working on the final piece. Halloween was around the corner, so I added a twist into my drawings by incorporating witches, mummies, ghosts, and all the other traditional Halloween characters. My illustration will minimize the space, but it will still retain a communal feeling. The use of color was important, because not only does my illustration need to be wary of the use of shapes, the color composition greatly impacts the balance of the piece. Through my illustrations, I always loved the idea of making my audience examine all the details I have integrated. Like how one of the Skeleton's missing bone or the Witch's black cat is hidden somewhere difficult to point out. Once I finished the drawing, I couldn't be more proud of how the colors all pieced together and how even though it was a time-consuming piece of illustration, I was glad I went grocery shopping with my family. I finished my piece titling it "Mounds of Gourds" because of how each pumpkin is stacked upon each other, in a playful and witty composition.

Hello, I was wondering whether an essay about taking care of my aunt's children as she battled a disease would count as an impressive extracurricular for Johns Hopkins University whose question is the following: This is my answer to the prompt and I have already submitted it to several universities so there's really no plagiarising. Please respond with edits as soon as possible. I had almost reached my saturation point. While picking up my cousin's rattles, I tripped on the juice spilled from her sippy cup. My sister, in the other corner of the room, had let a Lego block suck the soul out of her foot. Although taking care of my cousin was crucial, as my aunt battled post-partum depression, it was no painless feat. From delving into piles of soiled diapers to interpreting the monotonous cries of a toddler, nothing in this world could have prepared my sister and me for all the trials and tribulations being a child's non-biological mother brought to the table. It almost felt like the tenderness of our mid-teen years was in shambles. A responsibility far beyond our bodies' capacities had been thrust upon us and much to our dismay, there was no excuse along the lines of "my dog ate my homework" to rid us of it. My cousin's incessant crying, accompanied with the bags under my eyes, had led my sister and me to the conclusion that this task demanded scrupulous planning and thus even the smallest of our shortcomings could easily lead to major repercussions. And so we drafted what we called The Ploy. Uncannily similar to a serial killer's hit list, except instead of people's names, one would spot the number of bottles to be filled with formula milk every hour, as well as who would cradle the child and when. At first, days went by like months, but soon our lives started to revolve not around the intensity of the little one's cries or the sleep deprivation they had caused, but the sparkle in her eyes every single time one of us shook her milk-filled bottle in front of her and the toothless smile we received whenever we sang her a lullaby. It's baffling, isn't it? How a soul so unfledged can make two relatively mature ones realize the power of organization is still a mystery to me, but it's, regardless, something I am perpetually indebted to my cousin for. Despite not being able to utter a single word, the little one had managed to put our lives in order, using simple human expression. And while initially my sister and I had assumed that we would have to teach her how to live life, we now look back and realize that it was, in effect, the exact opposite.

Hello, I was wondering whether an essay about taking care of my aunt's children as she battled a disease would count as an impressive extracurricular for Johns Hopkins University whose question is the following: This is my answer to the prompt and I have already submitted it to several universities, so there's really no plagiarizing. Please respond with edits as soon as possible. I had almost reached my saturation point. While picking up my cousin's rattles, I tripped on the juice spilled from her hippy cup. My sister, in the other corner of the room, had let a Lego block suck the soul out of her foot. Although taking care of my cousin was crucial, as my aunt battled postpartum depression, it was no painless feat. From delving into piles of soiled diapers to interpreting the monotonous cries of a toddler, nothing in this world could have prepared my sister and me for all the trials and tribulations being a child's non-biological mother brought to the table. It almost felt like the tenderness of our mid-teen years was in shambles. A responsibility far beyond our bodies' capacities had been thrust upon us and much to our dismay, there was no excuse along the lines of "my dog ate my homework" to rid us of it. My cousin's incessant crying, accompanied by the bags under my eyes, had led my sister and me to the conclusion that this task demanded scrupulous planning and thus even the smallest of our shortcomings could easily lead to major repercussions. And so we drafted what we called The Ploy. Uncannily similar to a serial killer's hit list, except instead of people's names, one would spot the number of bottles to be filled with formula milk every hour, as well as who would cradle the child and when. At first, days went by like months, but soon our lives started to revolve not around the intensity of the little one's cries or the sleep deprivation they had caused, but the sparkle in her eyes every single time one of us shook her milk-filled bottle in front of her and the toothless smile we received whenever we sang her a lullaby. It's baffling, isn't it? How a soul so unfledged can make two relatively mature ones realize the power of organization is still a mystery to me, but it's, regardless, something I am perpetually indebted to my cousin for. Despite not being able to utter a single word, the little one had managed to put our lives in order, using simple human expression. And while initially my sister and I had assumed that we would have to teach her how to live life, we now look back and realize that it was, in effect, the exact opposite.

Tall palm trees, round shaped tops and heaven reaching skyscrapers, a combination of the Arabic and the modern picturesque and a revelation of the commitment the university has to integrating the diversity of the world. Being amongst the most diverse group of peers at NYU Abu Dhabi will not only enable me to interact with many cultures but also learn about the various problems in the world. The will in turn help me shape my views and transform my perspectives to become a better global citizen. (Something I had learned during the door to door campaigns I conducted in my home village-that our actions affect others either in a bad way or a good way) who is engaged and knowledgeable about the world. The biochemistry courses that I will take as chemistry major will help better understand the interconnection of multiple disciplines so as to apply the vast broad knowledge into solving today's problems. They will be a backbone in my field of interest of drug discovery and eventually pioneer the field of ''Made in Africa' 'Drugs. This will be in collaboration with the state of art research facilities available at the university. I look forward to work in the Dore laboratory with Professor Timothy Dore. Developing innovative tech that will help us understand better our biological systems especially the brain, an interest I developed while working with autism children. In addition, I am passionate about of issues of children. Having worked with them in various fields, I see myself working and partnering with the global TIES children to help improve the vulnerability of children in the poorest parts of the world where I happen to come from. Hence exposing them to a better future and enable they reach their full potential. I really want to spread the knowledge of science around the world and Africa in specific. So being part of the Fikret Science Club will be a perfect opportunity help spread the joy of science. NYU Abu Dhabi is dreams come true. I imagine myself laying down on the highline holding conversations that are diverse, or quietly reading a book at the rooftop amphitheater at a place I will come home for the next transformative four years of my life

Tall palm trees, round shaped tops and heaven reaching skyscrapers, a combination of the Arabic and the modern picturesque and a revelation of the commitment the university has to integrate the diversity of the world. Being amongst the most diverse group of peers at NYU Abu Dhabi will not only enable me to interact with many cultures but also learn about the various problems in the world. The will in turn help me shape my views and transform my perspectives to become a better global citizen. (Something I had learned during the door-to-door campaigns I conducted in my home village-that our actions affect others either in a bad way or a good way) who is engaged and knowledgeable about the world. The biochemistry courses that I will take as chemistry major will help better understand the interconnection of multiple disciplines to apply the vast broad knowledge into solving today's problems. They will be a backbone in my field of interest of drug discovery and eventually pioneer the field of ''Made in Africa' 'Drugs. This will be in collaboration with the state of the art research facilities available at the university. I look forward to work in the More laboratory with Professor Timothy More. Developing innovative tech that will help us understand better our biological systems especially the brain, an interest I developed while working with autism children. In addition, I am passionate about of issues of children. Having worked with them in various fields, I see myself working and partnering with the global TIES children to help improve the vulnerability of children in the poorest parts of the world where I happen to come from. Hence, exposing them to a better future and enable they reach their full potential. I really want to spread the knowledge of science around the world and Africa in specific. So being part of the First Science Club will be a perfect opportunity help spread the joy of science. NYU Abu Dhabi is dreams come true. I imagine myself laying down on the high line holding conversations that are diverse, or quietly reading a book at the rooftop amphitheater at a place I will come home for the next transformative four years of my life

I have always been attracted to the computers since I was a kid. Back to the time when I was 6, my parents brought home a computer from their workplace so that my mother could get her work done while being pregnant. It was my first time to see a computer system in real life, also the first time I've had an accident with a PC. Being a curious kid, I always had the eagerness to learn how things work. Therefore, I tried to copy what my parents did, including changing the hard drive's password. As a result, my father had to buy an alternative hard drive, which cost a fortune. Although I was forbidden from using the PC again, my passion for computer has never ended. A few years later, I went to secondary school. In 8th grade, the Informatics teacher introduced to my class a programming language called Pascal. I still remember the day when I wrote my first lines of code in "Hello World!" program. From that day onwards, I've had a new hobby, which is to code and to solve maths problem with Pascal. After a month, using my basic knowledge in programming and mathematics, I wrote my first program - a calculator. At that moment, I decided that I would be a programmer in the future because creating a product using my own lines of code was such a satisfying experience. With my great enthusiasm for Informatics, I registered myself for the specialized class of Computer Science in ***. In grade 11 and 12, I took part in school's team for national olympiad in informatics. It was such a memorable and meaningful time for me since I've had a chance to push myself out of the comfort zone to compete with excellent students all over the country. In order to say thank to my teachers who gave me priceless knowledge, I came up with an idea that I would create an online judge for students to submit their computer science exercises. Therefore,*** was released. The more I know about ***, the more I believe this is a perfect place for me to spend my university years. Throughout my whole life, I've met a lot of great teachers and talented students who have guided me to where I am today. And I think that *** will be a great choice for my next destination as it offers me a lot of opportunities to broaden my knowledge in many aspects. *** not only offers highly ranked Computer Science program but also encourages cultural diversity which creates a huge chance for me to learn more about people from many other parts of the world. To become a successful programmer and to own a software company is my cherished wish, and I believe that *** will allow me to fulfill my dream. With strong motivation and passion, I look forward to challenging myself by studying abroad in such a global-class university like ***.

I have always been attracted to the computers since I was a kid. Back to the time when I was 6, my parents brought home a computer from their workplace so that my mother could get her work done while being pregnant. It was my first time to see a computer system in real life, also the first time I've had an accident with a PC. Being a curious kid, I always had the eagerness to learn how things work. Therefore, I tried to copy what my parents did, including changing the hard drive's password. As a result, my father had to buy an alternative hard drive, which cost a fortune. Although I was forbidden from using the PC again, my passion for computer has never ended. A few years later, I went to secondary school. In 8th grade, the Informatics teacher introduced to my class a programming language called Pascal. I still remember the day when I wrote my first lines of code in "Hello World!" program. From that day onwards, I've had a new hobby, which is to code and to solve math problem with Pascal. After a month, using my basic knowledge in programming and mathematics, I wrote my first program - a calculator. At that moment, I decided that I would be a programmer in the future because creating a product using my own lines of code was such a satisfying experience. With my great enthusiasm for Informatics, I registered myself for the specialized class of Computer Science in ***. In grade 11 and 12, I took part in school's team for national Olympiad in informatics. It was such a memorable and meaningful time for me since I've had a chance to push myself out of the comfort zone to compete with excellent students all over the country. In order to say thanks to my teachers who gave me priceless knowledge, I came up with an idea that I would create an online judge for students to submit their computer science exercises. Therefore, *** was released. The more I know about ***, the more I believe this is a perfect place for me to spend my university years. Throughout my whole life, I've met a lot of great teachers and talented students who have guided me to where I am today. And I think that *** will be a great choice for my next destination as it offers me a lot of opportunities to broaden my knowledge in many aspects. *** not only offers highly ranked Computer Science program but also encourages cultural diversity which creates a huge chance for me to learn more about people from many other parts of the world. To become a successful programmer and to own a software company is my cherished wish, and I believe that *** will allow me to fulfill my dream. With strong motivation and passion, I look forward to challenging myself by studying abroad in such a global-class university like ***.

I feel like my transition between the questions are not very good, so I need a bit of advice on it and how to make my artist statement flow. They didn't say how many words it should be, but they recommend between 500-1000. it is currently around 650 right now. It's my first draft so it's REAL rough. My artwork for the past 16 years have been heavily influenced by my own hardships, making it applicable to the societal problems today. Because of how I have lived through the times of struggling with an eating disorder, I wanted to portray my pain through illustrations and also integrate underlying truths about dealing with it. Especially in a world where internet is easily accessible, the pressure of looking like someone else is at high stakes. I unfortunately fell into a world of self-loathing and through my art, I hope people will understand how important it is to love themselves. Coming to conclusions with my struggle was the toughest mountain to climb, but it only made me feel strongly inspired to create artworks empowering one's body image and self-love. I began exploring different styles to create a character that would resemble the feelings I felt about myself during the struggle. For example, my main focus would be on girls and for her features, I would make the nose in an odd "U" shape and have the body be slightly plump. I loved the originality of my character, but there was still something missing. It was the true feeling of my pain I had been hiding for many years, and my first character was still trying to shade away the truth. So I decided to create something completely new, a caricature that will able to portray the dangers if one were not to be precautionary about their mental health. This time, I truly felt connected, and tears falling down my face were produced by both joy and genuine pain. Several of my friends who have also gone through the same battles also felt deeply intimate with my character and soon realized how harshly they were treating themselves. I was so glad I was able to communicate with them through visuals, and I just hope I could do the same to the world. Since I have a mind with endless possibilities of creations, I have always preferred making illustrations. However recently, I have also found a passion in both pastry art. I have linked the two interests and took them to another artistic level. For example, I would sketch first illustrate my pastry and transform my sketch into a reality. Because of how I have these correlating passions, I hope in the future I can somehow be both a baker and an illustrator. In relation to my mental illness, I still struggle sometimes with the ability to accept unhealthy foods, but luckily I found a way to make healthy foods taste amazing. My dream bakery will be comprised of nutritious pastries, alongside my art pieces to decorate the interior. The ultimate goal of creating the combination of a shop and an art gallery is so I can promote the positivity of being a healthy, well being through food and art. I realized people feel an instant connection with food because of how the flavors ignites our taste buds, sensing our brain with overwhelming happiness. My inclusion of artworks also has the ability to showcase the deep message behind it. The interpretation of the illustration is subjective to the audience though, but my artwork should still grasp a sense of the feelings about one's self thoughts. Over the summer, I attended the CalArts intensive, month-long art program. I was thrilled when I was chosen to participate in the painting class of 2019. The faculty were professionally trained and the program was very organized, making me feel like an actual CalArts wanting to thrive in art like other students. Because of how much I have grown during a span of one month, I decided to apply to CalArts and participate with the most talented artists from around the world. When I first heard about CalArts, I was intrigued because of how different it was compared to other art schools. CalArts is a particularly new school that is divided into seven schools with programs incorporating the use of the digital world. Even though I chose to major in Art,

I feel like my transition between the questions are not very good, so I need a bit of advice on it and how to make my artist statement flow. They didn't say how many words it should be, but they recommend between 500-1000. It is currently around 650 right now. It's my first draft, so it's REAL rough. My artwork for the past 16 years have been heavily influenced by my own hardships, making it applicable to the societal problems today. Because of how I have lived through the times of struggling with an eating disorder, I wanted to portray my pain through illustrations and also integrate underlying truths about dealing with it. Especially in a world where internet is easily accessible, the pressure of looking like someone else is at high stakes. I unfortunately fell into a world of self-loathing and through my art, I hope people will understand how important it is to love themselves. Coming to conclusions with my struggle was the toughest mountain to climb, but it only made me feel strongly inspired to create artworks empowering one's body image and self-love. I began exploring different styles to create a character that would resemble the feelings I felt about myself during the struggle. For example, my main focus would be on girls and for her features, I would make the nose in an odd "U" shape and have the body be slightly plump. I loved the originality of my character, but there was still something missing. It was the true feeling of my pain I had been hiding for many years, and my first character was still trying to shade away the truth. So I decided to create something completely new, a caricature that will be able to portray the dangers if one were not to be precautionary about their mental health. This time, I truly felt connected, and tears falling down my face were produced by both joy and genuine pain. Several of my friends who have also gone through the same battles also felt deeply intimate with my character and soon realized how harshly they were treating themselves. I was so glad I was able to communicate with them through visuals, and I just hope I could do the same to the world. Since I have a mind with endless possibilities of creations, I have always preferred making illustrations. However, recently, I have also found a passion in both pastry art. I have linked the two interests and took them to another artistic level. For example, I would sketch first illustrate my pastry and transform my sketch into a reality. Because of how I have these correlating passions, I hope in the future I can somehow be both a baker and an illustrator. In relation to my mental illness, I still sometimes struggle with the ability to accept unhealthy foods, but luckily I found a way to make healthy foods taste amazing. My dream bakery will be composed of nutritious pastries, alongside my art pieces to decorate the interior. The ultimate goal of creating the combination of a shop and an art gallery is, so I can promote the positivity of being a healthy, well-being through food and art. I realized people feel an instant connection with food because of how the flavors ignites our taste buds, sensing our brain with overwhelming happiness. My inclusion of artworks also has the ability to showcase the deep message behind it. The interpretation of the illustration is subjective to the audience though, but my artwork should still grasp a sense of the feelings about one's self thoughts. Over the summer, I attended the Charts intensive, month-long art program. I was thrilled when I was chosen to participate in the painting class of 2019. The faculty were professionally trained, and the program was very organized, making me feel like an actual Charts wanting to thrive in art like other students. Because of how much I have grown during a span of one month, I decided to apply to Charts and participate with the most talented artists from around the world. When I first heard about Charts, I was intrigued because of how different it was compared to other art schools. Charts is a particularly new school that is divided into seven schools with programs incorporating the use of the digital world. Even though I chose to major in Art,

My main concern is that I am applying for an art major, and I was thinking of writing this essay about something similar to art, like baking. However, many people told me to write about an art inspiration and how I am driven to draw, but my Common App is already filled with topics about art. So, should I write about baking to be more divergent or about art? Below is my essay on baking but I'm not sure if it answers the prompt. The moment I walk into a bakery, I could smell the aroma of the fresh-baked pastries. I was so drawn towards the chocolate oozing out of the croissant with the sprinkles of coarse salt gently resting on top. My face pressed firmly against the glass panel because the fresh smell of the pastry was irresistible. I watched the powdered sugar fade away as the steam from the croissant rose above it. The perfect square shape of the croissant was beautiful, and I was so inspired to bake my own. I researched and researched for the perfect croissant recipe, but it was nowhere to be found. I instead took the basics of a croissant and created an original recipe. I wanted the shape of the croissant to mimic hot chocolate because the holidays were just around the corner. Crispy, buttery layers of croissant were to be shaped like a donut, so once it puffs up, the pastry will look like a mug. To fill the "mug", I will melt both dark chocolate and heavy cream to produce a silky smooth ganache. Once bitten into the pastry, the chocolate will flow like how hot chocolate warms us internally. To add a finishing touch, I made peppermint infused marshmallows from a recipe I created, using peppermint extract I made six months ago. These marshmallows will float on top of the ganache and I would never have to worry about it melting. My dessert turned out exactly how I had imagined, and I was in awe of such a masterpiece. Not only did it taste absolutely amazing and reminiscent of Christmas, I have also just invented a work of art. Baking has manifested into my daily life, and I have never stopped unleashing my power of creating something original.

My main concern is that I am applying for an art major, and I was thinking of writing this essay about something similar to art, like baking. However, many people told me to write about an art inspiration and how I am driven to draw, but my Common App is already filled with topics about art. So, should I write about baking to be more divergent or about art? Below is my essay on baking, but I'm not sure if it answers the prompt. The moment I walk into a bakery, I could smell the aroma of the fresh-baked pastries. I was so drawn towards the chocolate oozing out of the croissant with the sprinkles of coarse salt gently resting on top. My face pressed firmly against the glass panel because the fresh smell of the pastry was irresistible. I watched the powdered sugar fade away as the steam from the croissant rose above it. The perfect square shape of the croissant was beautiful, and I was so inspired to bake my own. I researched and researched for the perfect croissant recipe, but it was nowhere to be found. I instead took the basics of a croissant and created an original recipe. Furthermore, I wanted the shape of the croissant to mimic hot chocolate because the holidays were just around the corner. Crispy, buttery layers of croissant were to be shaped like a donut, so once it puffs up, the pastry will look like a mug. To fill the "mug", I will melt both dark chocolate and heavy cream to produce a silky smooth panache. Once bitten into the pastry, the chocolate will flow like how hot chocolate warms us internally. To add a finishing touch, I made peppermint infused marshmallows from a recipe I created, using peppermint extract I made six months ago. These marshmallows will float on top of the panache and I would never have to worry about it melting. My dessert turned out exactly how I had imagined, and I was in awe of such a masterpiece. Not only did it taste absolutely amazing and reminiscent of Christmas, I have also just invented a work of art. Baking has manifested into my daily life, and I have never stopped unleashing my power of creating something original.

If you ask someone who is Nischay, they would probably say "Are you talking about the one who does crazy stuff with Electricity" or "you mean the Electrician." To my friends, I am a person who is like a mad scientist and is always busy doing some weird experiments. But I think myself as an innovator who wants to contribute to the good of humankind. I may not be perfect in every task that I perform, for instance, I am not brilliant in Chemistry, I commit many errors in Physical Chemistry, but I can say that I am a hard working person and always learn something from my mistakes. I try to improve myself with every new challenge that I encounter. My teachers regard me as a diligent and obedient student who is always ready to help his friends. My tennis coach recognizes me as a person who though fails, but with every failure, he rises with even more strength. In my free time, I mostly make electronic projects or conduct experiments, and this thing has made me develop the ability to think outside the box. I participated in national science exhibition and right before the judges were about to come, my project stopped working, there was some fault in one of the circuit components, and after many tries, I finally managed to make the project work by recalibrating the circuit. My ability to think outside the box helped me at that time, and I am most proud of it.

If you ask someone who is Biscay, they would probably say "Are you talking about the one who does crazy stuff with Electricity" or "you mean the Electrician." To my friends, I am a person who is like a mad scientist and is always busy doing some weird experiments. But I think myself as an innovator who wants to contribute to the good of humankind. I may not be perfect in every task that I perform, for instance, I am not brilliant in Chemistry, I commit many errors in Physical Chemistry, but I can say that I am a hardworking person and always learn something from my mistakes. I try to improve myself with every new challenge that I encounter. My teachers regard me as a diligent and obedient student who is always ready to help his friends. My tennis coach recognizes me as a person who though fails, but with every failure, he rises with even more strength. In my free time, I mostly make electronic projects or conduct experiments, and this thing has made me develop the ability to think outside the box. I participated in national science exhibition and right before the judges were about to come, my project stopped working, there was some fault in one of the circuit components, and after many tries, I finally managed to make the project work by recalibrating the circuit. My ability to think outside the box helped me at that time, and I am most proud of it.

Hello, I just wrote an essay for the Common Application on the topic: "Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story." Could you give me some feedback? I suppose I should develop my ideas a little more - what do you think? It was summer after ninth grade. Sweating, I run the stairs up, ignoring my cat's protests for a stroke. My back bending with the weight of the bags I carry, I open the door wide and, after a deep breath, scream for my mother, announcing that I'd collected the donations for Lavras that year. This was when that Eisenbahn hit me. Instead of my mother's enthusiastic medium-pitched timbre, a mutter reaches my ears, and, as I carefully step into my house, a nauseant and wispy smell initially stuns me. Looking ahead after dominating my stomach, I see my mother lying on the wet floor, feebly trying to hide from my sight; besides her, the source of the stink: four empty bottles of beer. Numb, I watch her giving confusing excuses. Only after minutes of hesitation, I lean over her, feeling the alcoholic sweat dripping on my shirt, as we make our way to her bedroom. In spite of her useless objections, I place my mother's frail body on the bed. Though rare at first, the scenes of this dreadful woman became more and more present in my life. Soon, I had to replace my mother in my house, cooking and cleaning for my brother and father after going to school, only to hide in other worlds at night: Philip K. Dick and Asimov would accompany me to planets far away from my reality, making me forget the body which laid, semiconscious, on the bed. I was sure the world was fulfilled with worst miseries, but I couldn't avoid feeling helpless as the image of that decrepit woman washed away the old pictures of my mother, the teacher who would spend her nights reading Lord of the Rings for me and my brother before we slept. After that endless summer and the subsequent month, I was determined to forget what happened at home. As result, to forget what awaited me after class, I started consuming my time with other students. Tutoring was, in that time, my escape route, through which I shared what really mattered to me: science, the lens of the past and the future. And by the end of the year, I also took part in ACDEM, a project for helping children physical and mental problems. When I first went there, seeing those kids determinated to fight their diseases, I couldn't help, but to think about my mother. She, like those people, had health problems - but, unlike them, she was alone. It was easy for me to blame her for the alcoholism, but did I ever try to help her overcome it? I was able to captivate my friends with science and make them laugh in difficult time, but I hadn't use my jokes or smile with the one who raised me and, now, so badly needed my help. The next day, after my German class, I bought my mother's favorite chocolate and placed it next to her pillow, with a small letter, despite the terrible memories entering her room always brought back. The next day, we surrendered. Nowadays, though still fighting alcoholism, my mother has my help, as I accompany her during her theraphy and, in spite of not being a psicologist, try to make her days happier. However painful her addition has been to both of us, it also revealed my passion for science and teaching; without it, I wouldn't be myself.

Hello, I just wrote an essay for the Common Application on the topic: "Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story." Could you give me some feedback? I suppose I should develop my ideas a little more - what do you think? It was summer after ninth grade. Sweating, I run the stairs up, ignoring my cat's protests for a stroke. My back bending with the weight of the bags I carry, I open the door wide and, after a deep breath, scream for my mother, announcing that I'd collected the donations for Larvae that year. This was when that Eisenberg hit me. Instead of my mother's enthusiastic medium-pitched timbre, a mutter reaches my ears, and, as I carefully step into my house, a nausea and wispy smell initially stuns me. Looking ahead after dominating my stomach, I see my mother lying on the wet floor, feebly trying to hide from my sight; besides her, the source of the stink: four empty bottles of beer. Numb, I watch her giving confusing excuses. Only after minutes of hesitation, I lean over her, feeling the alcoholic sweat dripping on my shirt, as we make our way to her bedroom. In spite of her useless objections, I place my mother's frail body on the bed. Though rare at first, the scenes of this dreadful woman became more and more present in my life. Soon, I had to replace my mother in my house, cooking and cleaning for my brother and father after going to school, only to hide in other worlds at night: Philip K. Dick and Asimov would accompany me to planets far away from my reality, making me forget the body which laid, semiconscious, on the bed. I was sure the world was fulfilled with the worst miseries, but I couldn't avoid feeling helpless as the image of that decrepit woman washed away the old pictures of my mother, the teacher who would spend her nights reading Lord of the Rings for me and my brother before we slept. After that endless summer and the subsequent month, I was determined to forget what happened at home. As result, to forget what awaited me after class, I started consuming my time with other students. Tutoring was, in that time, my escape route, through which I shared what really mattered to me: science, the lens of the past and the future. And by the end of the year, I also took part in ACD EM, a project for helping children physical and mental problems. When I first went there, seeing those kids determinate to fight their diseases, I couldn't help, but to think about my mother. She, like those people, had health problems - but, unlike them, she was alone. It was easy for me to blame her for the alcoholism, but did I ever try to help her overcome it? I was able to captivate my friends with science and make them laugh in difficult time, but I hadn't used my jokes or smile with the one who raised me and, now, so badly needed my help. The next day, after my German class, I bought my mother's favorite chocolate and placed it next to her pillow, with a small letter, despite the terrible memories entering her room always brought back. The next day, we surrendered. Nowadays, though still fighting alcoholism, my mother has my help, as I accompany her during her therapy and, in spite of not being a psychologist, try to make her days happier. However painful her addition has been to both of us, it also revealed my passion for science and teaching; without it, I wouldn't be myself.

Despite the struggles that came with the division of Azerbaijan by Qajar Iran and Czarist Russia, the Azerbaijanis established their own autonomous state, the Azerbaijan Democratic Republic, on may 28, 1918. It was a remarkable phenomenon, comparable to that of a phoenix reborn from its ashes. The nation was prospering - ADR opened its first modern university and was one of the first countries to allow suffrage to women. Unfortunately, this period of progress did not last long. The Red Army invasion dispersed the idea of a democratic Azerbaijan and instead emerged the Azerbaijan Soviet Socialist Republic, which significantly pushed back Azeri progress. One of the main reasons for the failure to protect our land was the fact that most of our army - which was also made up from remnants of the Caucasus Islam Army of the Ottoman State - was in Karabakh, and only a small portion of the army was on guard. Thus, my first step would be to warn the government of the upcoming invasion, having the knowledge that I do today. In addition, I would urge the government to fund rigorous military training, to ensure that the army is ready for the invasion. Could you please help with a conclusion, and maybe just an overall opinion about the essay? Thank you!

Despite the struggles that came with the division of Azerbaijan by Qatar Iran and Czarist Russia, the Azerbaijanis established their own autonomous state, the Azerbaijan Democratic Republic, on May 28, 1918. It was a remarkable phenomenon, comparable to that of a phoenix reborn from its ashes. The nation was prospering - ADR opened its first modern university and was one of the first countries to allow suffrage to women. Unfortunately, this period of progress did not last long. The Red Army invasion dispersed the idea of a democratic Azerbaijan and instead emerged the Azerbaijan Soviet Socialist Republic, which significantly pushed back Azeris progress. One of the main reasons for the failure to protect our land was the fact that most of our army - which was also made up from remnants of the Caucasus Islam Army of the Ottoman State - was in Karabakh, and only a small portion of the army was on guard. Thus, my first step would be to warn the government of the upcoming invasion, having the knowledge that I do today. In addition, I would urge the government to fund rigorous military training, to ensure that the army is ready for the invasion. Could you please help with a conclusion, and maybe just an overall opinion about the essay? Thank you!

Soccer balls made from plastic bags and newspapers, and toy cars made from scrap wires were the kinds of toys l had growing up. At my home we relied on the work of our own hands. I was privileged enough to get all the toys l wanted- l just had to make them. By the age of six l could make my own toys. My love for science grew mainly from this time l spent improvising and creating; science requires the same creativity as much as making a toy car from scrap materials. I remember the first wire car l created. l made it from rusty wire l had gathered from a nearby scrapyard. I used bottle caps, obtained from a local bottle store, as wheels. To assemble the parts, l used soft wires from unused electrical cables. Some may have regarded all this as trash, but in my scientist eyes l saw life. Science gives life to nothingness. Recently, during my gap year, my four year old brother asked me to make him the toy car I had made for myself more than 10 years ago. As l bent a wire back and forth to break it, something else struck me - the wire was hot at the point of bending. It was obviously something l had experienced before and had always wondered why it was like that. Now l had the answer. "The vibrational motion of the atoms in the wire is causing the heat", l said to myself, proud of the six years l had spent in high school acquiring scientific knowledge. Such is the beauty of science. I find fascination with the way it tries to explain almost anything that can cross my mind. Connecting something that sounds so simple to scientific principles is more intriguing. Though it wasn't a real car l was making, I looked at it as though it was a real one. As I shaped the metal frames of the body and attached the wheels to the axle to create the car my little brother so anticipated, I rediscovered the physics behind each design. Like how the car had a bullet shape to reduce drag. Or how the base was wide to increase its stability. Every time I found a scientific explanation to something we see every day but never get to ask why, I felt powerful. In science everything has a factual basis, much like every situation in life. I have learnt to break everything down and assess the facts before making any judgements. In high school l never felt insecure when my colleagues called me a "nerd" every time they saw me reading a science fiction novel during a compulsory siesta or simply commenting on the visible light spectrum displayed by the rainbow. Instead, l felt proud that people recognized my passions and hence giving me greater reasons to pursue them. I wasn't naturally gifted in science subjects, however, but it's the love I have for science that made me study science even when I didn't get the grades l expected. I failed my first math class. Consequently, I looked for the student with the highest mark to help me. I read more than the assigned textbooks to better understand the more abstract concepts. I gave not only my time but myself as well. Science excites me and l aspire more: to learn more and to create as what my own childhood taught me. I will help come up with solutions for future problems and I will engineer new technologies. I want to contribute my knowledge in creating the first quantum computer or even the first effective nanorobot. Science is my passion and certainly my ambition.

Soccer balls made from plastic bags and newspapers, and toy cars made from scrap wires were the kinds of toys l had growing up. At my home we relied on the work of our own hands. I was privileged enough to get all the toys l wanted- l just had to make them. By the age of six l could make my own toys. My love for science grew mainly from this time l spent improvising and creating; science requires the same creativity as much as making a toy car from scrap materials. I remember the first wire car l created. L made it from rusty wire l had gathered from a nearby scrapyard. I used bottle caps, obtained from a local bottle store, as wheels. To assemble the parts, l used soft wires from unused electrical cables. Some may have regarded all this as trash, but in my scientist eyes l saw life. Science gives life to nothingness. Recently, during my gap year, my four-year-old brother asked me to make him the toy car I had made for myself more than 10 years ago. As l bent a wire back and forth to break it, something else struck me - the wire was hot at the point of bending. It was obviously something l had experienced before and had always wondered why it was like that. Now l had the answer. "The vibrational motion of the atoms in the wire is causing the heat", l said to myself, proud of the six years l had spent in high school acquiring scientific knowledge. Such is the beauty of science. I find fascination with the way it tries to explain almost anything that can cross my mind. Connecting something that sounds so simple to scientific principles is more intriguing. Though it wasn't a real car l was making, I looked at it as though it was a real one. As I shaped the metal frames of the body and attached the wheels to the axle to create the car my little brother so anticipated, I rediscovered the physics behind each design. Like how the car had a bullet shape to reduce drag. Or how the base was wide to increase its stability. Every time I found a scientific explanation to something we see every day but never get to ask why, I felt powerful. In science everything has a factual basis, much like every situation in life. I have learned to break everything down and assess the facts before making any judgements. In high school l never felt insecure when my colleagues called me a "nerd" every time they saw me reading a science fiction novel during a compulsory siesta or simply commenting on the visible light spectrum displayed by the rainbow. Instead, l felt proud that people recognized my passions and hence giving me greater reasons to pursue them. I wasn't naturally gifted in science subjects, however, but it's the love I have for science that made me study science even when I didn't get the grades l expected. I failed my first math class. Consequently, I looked for the student with the highest mark to help me. I read more than the assigned textbooks to better understand the more abstract concepts. I gave not only my time but myself as well. Science excites me and l aspire more: to learn more and to create as what my own childhood taught me. I will help come up with solutions for future problems and I will engineer new technologies. I want to contribute my knowledge in creating the first quantum computer or even the first effective nanobot. Science is my passion and certainly my ambition.

Hey, I've written the admission essay for UBC. Please feel free to provide your opinion and your comments on my essay. Thank you.And is it acceptable if I exceed the word limit by a few words? Born as a second child in the developing country of Nepal, all the typical hopes and expectations, of being a studious person who grew up either to be a doctor or an engineer were placed on me even before I understood what those professions entailed. I still remember when I heeded those hopes and said that I would grow up to be an astronaut or a scientist; who invented a capsule that could clean Bagmati river in a single day. But sadly, my childish dreams grew with me as I slowly started to grasp the reality of the situation. The once talkative boy who stated his dreams like they were words to a national anthem started to choose his words carefully and created a tight space around him, taking minimum risks and calculating his every action. About the same time everyone around me also started to read the atmosphere that surrounded me and slowly but surely recognized me to be an introverted person. I stayed as an introvert for majority of my teenage years, but the continuous comfort zone that it provided felt lacking to me. With time that feeling started to grow more stronger causing me to take part in something that I could have never dreamed of; jumping from an 80m tall bridge. The experience that the bungee jump provided, felt like a revelation to me making me realize the joy and ecstasy that prevailing the unexpected could provide which I'm sure will be invaluable throughout my lifetime.

Hey, I've written the admission essay for UBC. Please feel free to provide your opinion and your comments on my essay. Thank you. And is it acceptable if I exceed the word limit by a few words? Born as a second child in the developing country of Nepal, all the typical hopes and expectations, of being a studious person who grew up either to be a doctor or an engineer were placed on me even before I understood what those professions entailed. I still remember when I heeded those hopes and said that I would grow up to be an astronaut or a scientist; who invented a capsule that could clean Basmati river in a single day. But sadly, my childish dreams grew with me as I slowly started to grasp the reality of the situation. The once talkative boy who stated his dreams like they were words to a national anthem started to choose his words carefully and created a tight space around him, taking minimum risks and calculating his every action. About the same time everyone around me also started to read the atmosphere that surrounded me and slowly but surely recognized me to be an introverted person. I stayed as an introvert for majority of my teenage years, but the continuous comfort zone that it provided felt lacking to me. With time that feeling started to grow stronger causing me to take part in something that I could have never dreamed of; jumping from a 80 m tall bridge. The experience that the bungee jump provided, felt like a revelation to me making me realize the joy and ecstasy that prevailing the unexpected could provide which I'm sure will be invaluable throughout my lifetime.

Here's my personal statement essay about my family background. I've submitted it to some of the schools but I don't know if I should continue the revision process to improve it for the RD round. Any comments are deeply appreciated!!! "Don't screw up your life like she did." I've heard it many times. I've been to her hometown. Four hours of bumping along over the rough road. A walk across a fetid dump and slab-paved narrow path. A squat bungalow, its unpainted walls exposing the original color of lime and mud. This is where she grew up. I've heard about her difficult past. She loved newspaper serials by a writer initially unknown, and made his acquaintance by sending letters. But their marriage ended in the second year; since then she has raised her daughter on her own. We moved from place to place as I grew up, as she was urged on by a thirst for a new, more inclusive culture. My mom knows neither Hamlet nor Chopin, but insisted on sending me to the theatre and opera, buying the best ticket so that I could sit in the first row, able to see the sweat on the performers' brows. She declined the invitation to give a speech about her parenting experience at my graduation ceremony, saying that her accent and poor education made her unqualified. However, she showed up to every one of my speech contests, giving the loudest applause, even though she didn't understand my English. My mother is "unsuccessful" in the traditional Chinese mindset, especially according to standards set for women. As I formed my own values, I came to see her without filters imposed by others. I started to question why tradition has made marriage the measure of female ability. I realized the courage she needed to end an unhappy marriage and raise her daughter on her own. I also came to understand how prejudice and stereotypes structure our society, and that long-accepted beliefs need to be questioned. Empathizing with my mother's struggles made me sensitive to subjects scorned by polite society. Through this sensitivity, I began to develop an interest in working in a field related to social change. In 11th grade I signed up for a journalism contest called "youth observers," for which I investigated the issue of blind massage workers. Across the street from a polished, glamorous shopping center, the massage workers toil in dimly lit, poorly equipped studios within a crumbling limestone tenement. As I conducted interviews, I was surprised by what I learned about the long, labor-intensive hours and poor working conditions. After I published my report on social media and saw the positive response, I came to appreciate how investigative journalism can give silenced groups a voice. Recognizing that the massage workers' situation is just a small part of human suffering, I want to pursue investigative journalism to uncover situations like theirs and improve awareness of similar struggles. I was also inspired by my mother's change from a housewife to a manager, running a furniture mall to support us. Through her fearlessness and independence she has infused in me an interest in having my own business. Her example led me to see the noble ideals held by great business leaders, such as GREE CEO Dong Mingzhu, who corrected misconceptions about Chinese products through her ambitious standards of quality; and Andrew Carnegie, who used his wealth to build public libraries. In this mold, I hope one day to run a successful media company, enabling me to drive social change through charitable donations, while improving access to investigative reporting. Whenever one group stands on ideological high ground to judge others, I want to see the historic al and cultural factors behind that attitude.I therefore see the need to look into misunderstood issues without fear of others' judgements, consistently inquisitive and empathetic in my search for truth. In this way, I'll keep an independent vantage point, just as in how I see my mother. "Don't screw up your life." How little 'they' understand. My mother has not screwed up her life. She has lived it authentically, As will I.

Here's my personal statement essay about my family background. I've submitted it to some schools, but I don't know if I should continue the revision process to improve it for the RD round. Any comments are deeply appreciated!!! "Don't screw up your life like she did." I've heard it many times. I've been to her hometown. Four hours of bumping along over the rough road. A walk across a fetid dump and slab-paved narrow path. A squat bungalow, its unpainted walls exposing the original color of lime and mud. This is where she grew up. I've heard about her difficult past. She loved newspaper serials by a writer initially unknown, and made his acquaintance by sending letters. But their marriage ended in the second year; since then she has raised her daughter on her own. We moved from place to place as I grew up, as she was urged on by a thirst for a new, more inclusive culture. My mom knows neither Hamlet nor Chopin, but insisted on sending me to the theater and opera, buying the best ticket so that I could sit in the first row, able to see the sweat on the performers' brows. She declined the invitation to give a speech about her parenting experience at my graduation ceremony, saying that her accent and poor education made her unqualified. However, she showed up to every one of my speech contests, giving the loudest applause, even though she didn't understand my English. My mother is "unsuccessful" in the traditional Chinese mindset, especially according to standards set for women. As I formed my own values, I came to see her without filters imposed by others. I started to question why tradition has made marriage the measure of female ability. I realized the courage she needed to end an unhappy marriage and raise her daughter on her own. Furthermore, I also came to understand how prejudice and stereotypes structure our society, and that long-accepted beliefs need to be questioned. Empathizing with my mother's struggles made me sensitive to subjects scorned by polite society. Through this sensitivity, I began to develop an interest in working in a field related to social change. In 11th grade I signed up for a journalism contest called "youth observers," for which I investigated the issue of blind massage workers. Across the street from a polished, glamorous shopping center, the massage workers toil in dimly lit, poorly equipped studios within a crumbling limestone tenement. As I conducted interviews, I was surprised by what I learned about the long, labor-intensive hours and poor working conditions. After I published my report on social media and saw the positive response, I came to appreciate how investigative journalism can give silenced groups a voice. Recognizing that the massage workers' situation is just a small part of human suffering, I want to pursue investigative journalism to uncover situations like theirs and improve awareness of similar struggles. I was also inspired by my mother's change from a housewife to a manager, running a furniture mall to support us. Through her fearlessness and independence she has infused in me an interest in having my own business. Her example led me to see the noble ideals held by great business leaders, such as FREE CEO Dong Might, who corrected misconceptions about Chinese products through her ambitious standards of quality; and Andrew Carnegie, who used his wealth to build public libraries. In this mold, I hope one day to run a successful media company, enabling me to drive social change through charitable donations, while improving access to investigative reporting. Whenever one group stands on ideological high ground to judge others, I want to see the historical and cultural factors behind that attitude. I therefore see the need to look into misunderstood issues without fear of others' judgements, consistently inquisitive and empathetic in my search for truth. In this way, I'll keep an independent vantage point, just as in how I see my mother. "Don't screw up your life." How little 'they' understand. My mother has not screwed up her life. She has lived it authentically, As will I.

When I was studying at school, I could not ever think of becoming a teacher myself. Yet, when I realized that my English was better than the English of my classmates was, I started to help them in their studying. Later, when I was in a high school, I decided to teach English to children. However, not every parent was willing to give his or her child to the services of a schoolkid. It was at that time when I realized that it takes something more than just knowledge to achieve success. When I arrived at the houses of my clients for the first time, parents of children usually were a bit skeptical, but seeing my passion, desire, and ability to communicate with children, I was able to quickly gain their trust. With persistence and hard work, I managed to find many good clients. One year later, I became self-reliant and was able to afford higher education. Currently studying in the third semester in the field of methods of teaching a foreign language, I can see how many opportunities I have now, and how much more I will have in the future. I had already become a participant in several all-Ukrainian scientific conferences and received an award for the best report. My reports involved political and linguistic issues. These are the topics of big interest and importance for me. What is more, I was elected minister of foreign affairs in student self-government and had a valuable experience of preparation and participation in meetings with foreign students. Now, I have the opportunity to spend a semester in the USA. As an eclectic person, I will do my best to make the most out of it. I want to organize a club, where I will tell about tradition, culture, and history of Ukraine. I intend to make a series of internet broadcasts with American students and my fellow groupmates in Ukraine, in order to form a better understanding between the citizens of these countries. History always was my ardor, and I will definitely learn more about the history of the place in which I will reside. Communicating with the locals, listening to their stories, becoming familiar with their daily problems and lifestyle, all of the listed, I consider a part of a recognition of the identity of the United States, and I am going to engage in it with great pleasure. Naturally, I will increase my English skills and will be able to learn more about communicative behavior in the USA. For almost three years now, I have been teaching English. With great enthusiasm and admiration, I observe, the increasing interest of Ukrainians in learning English. I have strong convictions that my occupation is important for the community. If I will be selected for participation, I will be able to help more people by expanding my knowledge and becoming a better teacher. I will have an opportunity to find out the peculiarities of the education in the US. After returning to Ukraine, I will do my best to make positive changes in the Ukrainian educational system. Please express your opinion on my essay

When I was studying at school, I could not ever think of becoming a teacher myself. Yet, when I realized that my English was better than the English of my classmates was, I started to help them in their studying. Later, when I was in a high school, I decided to teach English to children. However, not every parent was willing to give his or her child to the services of a schoolkid. It was at that time when I realized that it takes something more than just knowledge to achieve success. When I arrived at the houses of my clients for the first time, parents of children usually were a bit skeptical, but seeing my passion, desire, and ability to communicate with children, I was able to quickly gain their trust. With persistence and hard work, I managed to find many good clients. One year later, I became self-reliant and was able to afford higher education. Currently studying in the third semester in the field of methods of teaching a foreign language, I can see how many opportunities I have now, and how much more I will have in the future. I had already become a participant in several all-Ukrainian scientific conferences and received an award for the best report. My reports involved political and linguistic issues. These are the topics of big interest and importance for me. What is more, I was elected minister of foreign affairs in student self-government and had a valuable experience of preparation and participation in meetings with foreign students. Now, I have the opportunity to spend a semester in the USA. As an eclectic person, I will do my best to make the most out of it. I want to organize a club, where I will tell about tradition, culture, and history of Ukraine. I intend to make a series of internet broadcasts with American students and my fellow group mates in Ukraine, in order to form a better understanding between the citizens of these countries. History was always my ardor, and I will definitely learn more about the history of the place in which I will reside. Communicating with the locals, listening to their stories, becoming familiar with their daily problems and lifestyle, all the listed, I consider a part of a recognition of the identity of the United States, and I am going to engage in it with great pleasure. Naturally, I will increase my English skills and will be able to learn more about communicative behavior in the USA. For almost three years now, I have been teaching English. With great enthusiasm and admiration, I observe, the increasing interest of Ukrainians in learning English. I have strong convictions that my occupation is important for the community. If I will be selected for participation, I will be able to help more people by expanding my knowledge and becoming a better teacher. I will have an opportunity to find out the peculiarities of the education in the US. After returning to Ukraine, I will do my best to make positive changes in the Ukrainian educational system. Please express your opinion on my essay

While visiting Brown, I attended a thermodynamics class, not because of a burning desire to understand the Sackur-Tetrode equation, but because I wanted to experience my first STEM lecture taught by a woman. Through relatable analogies and jokes, Professor Palymore made a complex lecture completely understandable; the class felt like a literary analysis of thermochemical cells. Alicia, a Brown sophomore, commented on my Girls Who Code notebook and we discussed unintentional gender bias in STEM classes. She told me about her seemingly strange course load: thermodynamics, traditional Chinese medicine, public health, and a dance class. She didn't need to take those classes to fulfill a requirement-she took them because they interested her. The Open Curriculum meant Alicia didn't have to be an engineer, a dancer, or an aspiring poet - she could be all three. What will I become: an environmentalist punk rock drummer or a mathematical rock climber who dabbles in the theater? I've always reached beyond what was familiar, ending up with busted lips, a fear of pigeons, and an ability to tell which dollar tacos will give you food poisoning. As a member of the Brown community, I will be open about the challenges I have faced, and about the power we all have to overcome seemingly impossible obstacles and use them to our advantage. I will encourage others to look beyond themselves, their comfort zones, and even their own galaxies as they build their foundation for a life of exploration.

While visiting Brown, I attended a thermodynamics class, not because of a burning desire to understand the Sackur-Tetrode equation, but because I wanted to experience my first STEM lecture taught by a woman. Through relatable analogies and jokes, Professor Palmore made a complex lecture completely understandable; the class felt like a literary analysis of thermochemical cells. Alicia, a Brown sophomore, commented on my Girls Who Code notebook, and we discussed unintentional gender bias in STEM classes. She told me about her seemingly strange course load: thermodynamics, traditional Chinese medicine, public health, and a dance class. She didn't need to take those classes to fulfill a requirement-she took them because they interested her. The Open Curriculum meant Alicia didn't have to be an engineer, a dancer, or an aspiring poet - she could be all three. What will I become: an environmentalist punk rock drummer or a mathematical rock climber who dabbles in the theater? I've always reached beyond what was familiar, ending up with busted lips, a fear of pigeons, and an ability to tell which dollar tacos will give you food poisoning. As a member of the Brown community, I will be open about the challenges I have faced, and about the power we all have to overcome seemingly impossible obstacles and use them to our advantage. I will encourage others to look beyond themselves, their comfort zones, and even their own galaxies as they build their foundation for a life of exploration.

How your family and friends and or members of your community describe you? If possible please include something about yourself that you are most proud of and why. I believe I am the only teenager in my community who thinks something different unlike others.It's because since grade 12 I became aware of environmental destruction and overconsumption by humans of natural resources. This is the only reason I find too boring to find passion about some other hobbies like arts, tourism, club, parties etc. Because I believe that if people don't act now on fixing environmental issues, the rest of other jobs that humans often find pleasure wouldn't have any meaning. In my opinion, acquaintance on humans' wrongdoing or, wrath on nature is much needed. For my family and my community, especially the councilor of our local committee thinks I'm very shy in nature, thus I barricade myself into a single room. Thus I should join other activities which are common in our society.Well i do indulge such activities in meantimes with little interest. I'm also no longer part of a friend circle as according to them I'm weird. So the only friend i got is one of my best praisers. He thinks how ironically most of the people consider natural and animal welfare as a not-so-important subject but me. He is also my best encourager and tries to support me almost in everyway. He also stands by my side when me and other ' animal lovers' hold up protest on roads. He is the one who made me realize that apart from my study, my little contribution to environment should have my biggest pride.

How your family and friends and or members of your community describe you? If possible please include something about yourself that you are most proud of and why. I believe I am the only teenager in my community who thinks something different unlike others. It's because since grade 12 I became aware of environmental destruction and overconsumption by humans of natural resources. This is the only reason I find too boring to find passion about some other hobbies like arts, tourism, club, parties etc. Because I believe that if people don't act now on fixing environmental issues, the rest of other jobs that humans often find pleasure wouldn't have any meaning. In my opinion, acquaintance on humans' wrongdoing or, wrath on nature is much needed. For my family and my community, especially the councilor of our local committee thinks I'm very shy in nature, thus I barricade myself into a single room. Thus, I should join other activities which are common in our society. Well I do indulge such activities in meantime with little interest. I'm also no longer part of a friend circle as according to them, I'm weird. So the only friend I got is one of my best praises. He thinks how ironically most of the people consider natural and animal welfare as a not-so-important subject but me. He is also my best encourager and tries to support me almost in everyday. Furthermore, he also stands by my side when me and other' animal lovers' hold up protest on roads. Furthermore, he is the one who made me realize that apart from my study, my little contribution to environment should have my biggest pride.

To be able to really comprehend what my friend means when describing me, I am obliged to shed light on the person my friend is. My friend is very unconventional, in the sweetest way possible. This magnetic pull of unconventionality is probably the basis of our long-lasting friendship. Consequently, when asked to describe me in three words, she took a different approach. As she says, "three words are just not enough to describe your beautifully peculiar nature." She says I am an unstoppable visionary. I remember the exact moment she told me this. I had just finished explaining my life-long dream of becoming a successful neurosurgeon, who then opens up a small two-story shop. The first floor will, essentially, be my tattoo & piercing parlor. I imagine the second floor to be a sort of escape from reality. Picture this - soft bean bags sprinkled around a vintage USSR turntable that will most certainly play Queen most of the time, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air. "You also tend to look at people through rose-tinted glasses." It's true, I do try to see the best in people. It seems utterly foolish to focus on the negative aspects of life. "Your understanding of life is also one of the reasons why you are dubbed the "class clown," she says. What can I say? I love making people laugh. As this essay comes to an end, I hope my friend painted a nice picture of who I am. Word count: 250 wordsAny help is appreciated!

To be able to really comprehend what my friend means when describing me, I am obliged to shed light on the person my friend is. My friend is very unconventional, in the sweetest way possible. This magnetic pull of unconventionality is probably the basis of our long-lasting friendship. Consequently, when asked to describe me in three words, she took a different approach. As she says, "three words are just not enough to describe your beautifully peculiar nature." She says I am an unstoppable visionary. I remember the exact moment she told me this. I had just finished explaining my life-long dream of becoming a successful neurosurgeon, who then opens up a small two-story shop. The first floor will, essentially, be my tattoo camp; piercing parlor. I imagine the second floor to be a sort of escape from reality. Picture this - soft bean bags sprinkled around a vintage USSR turntable that will most certainly play Queen most of the time, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air. "You also tend to look at people through rose-tinted glasses." It's true, I do try to see the best in people. It seems utterly foolish to focus on the negative aspects of life. "Your understanding of life is also one of the reasons why you are dubbed the "class clown," she says. What can I say? I love making people laugh. As this essay comes to an end, I hope my friend painted a nice picture of who I am. Word count: 250 words help is appreciated!

I need your help in editing, and proofreading my common app essay below, which answers the question above. It had been a hectic Sunday as my mother had spent all day looking for just a room for us to rent, while my siblings and I went to weekend school, after which we came back and packed our stuff. It took us till evening to pack our belongings to where we had found our new home. However, on that last straw, a dramatic turn of events would change my life forever. The robbery incident left us in shambles. My mother sustained a deep cut on her forehead and was hospitalized for a week, while my twin brother and I incurred minor bruises on the head. With the breadwinner of the family in hospital, my siblings and I were left to fend for ourselves. We took turns to sell vegetables and fruits just to keep up with our daily needs. And even after my mother recovered, she had to take time off her vending business. The responsibility of seeing that everything in the house was in order now rested on my siblings and me. Surviving became a hassle. I couldn't stand the sight of my mother, all frail and incapacitated; with no one to lean on, and the ever increasing financial burden, she was plunged into a state of emotional turmoil. Special gifts do not come on a silver platter, they are earned! On that Sunday evening, just a few weeks before my senior year final exams) I earned a special drive for success. Reflecting on my life, I found I couldn't give up just like that. My mother sacrificed her world for my siblings and I to have made it that far, and she had done her job well in the face of all the hardships. But with the drawbacks beset by the robbery incident, her world was crumbling right before her very own eyes. It was high time I stood up for my family. At that moment, I realized that my exams had a big role in the turnaround of my family. I held my head high; pushed myself to succeed, to inspire my siblings, and to give that glimmer of hope to my beleaguered mother. I pushed myself to show my siblings that hardships are part of life, and that nobody can change our life, except we push ourselves. And that realization became my stepping stone into a new life. But how did this shape me?Despite all the storms that hit my family and me, I grew to become a self-made individual. I learnt to build a bridge and get over it. I learnt that family is everything. I learnt that I controlled my future, and have the power to make it better. I learnt to collaborate with my siblings, and became an inspiration to our mother. As I turn on a new leaf, and prepare for college-and beyond-I bear in mind that there will be challenges, even greater that what I've experienced. But, I am willing to fall, and rise up stronger. I am willing to collaborate with peers to make life better for us all.

I need your help in editing, and proofreading my common app essay below, which answers the question above. It had been a hectic Sunday as my mother had spent all day looking for just a room for us to rent, while my siblings and I went to weekend school, after which we came back and packed our stuff. It took us till evening to pack our belongings to where we had found our new home. However, on that last straw, a dramatic turn of events would change my life forever. The robbery incident left us in shambles. My mother sustained a deep cut on her forehead and was hospitalized for a week, while my twin brother and I incurred minor bruises on the head. With the breadwinner of the family in hospital, my siblings and I were left to fend for ourselves. We took turns to sell vegetables and fruits just to keep up with our daily needs. And even after my mother recovered, she had to take time off her vending business. The responsibility of seeing that everything in the house was in order now rested on my siblings and me. Surviving became a hassle. I couldn't stand the sight of my mother, all frail and incapacitated; with no one to lean on, and the ever-increasing financial burden, she was plunged into a state of emotional turmoil. Special gifts do not come on a silver platter, they are earned! On that Sunday evening, just a few weeks before my senior year final exams) I earned a special drive for success. Reflecting on my life, I found I couldn't give up just like that. My mother sacrificed her world for my siblings and I to have made it that far, and she had done her job well in the face of all the hardships. But with the drawbacks beset by the robbery incident, her world was crumbling right before her very own eyes. It was high time I stood up for my family. At that moment, I realized that my exams had a big role in the turnaround of my family. I held my head high; pushed myself to succeed, to inspire my siblings, and to give that glimmer of hope to my beleaguered mother. I pushed myself to show my siblings that hardships are part of life, and that nobody can change our life, except we push ourselves. And that realization became my stepping stone into a new life. But how did this shape me? Despite all the storms that hit my family and me, I grew to become a self-made individual. I learned to build a bridge and get over it. I learned that family is everything. Furthermore, I learned that I controlled my future, and have the power to make it better. Furthermore, I learned to collaborate with my siblings, and became an inspiration to our mother. As I turn on a new leaf, and prepare for college-and beyond-I bear in mind that there will be challenges, even greater that what I've experienced. But, I am willing to fall, and rise up stronger. I am willing to collaborate with peers to make life better for us all.

Can you help me improve my essay, I greatly appreciate your feedback on any additions or subtractions. I want to know if I've really brought out the element of collaboration, or how well I've tried to answer this prompt. I am over the word count by 60 words, This summer, I had the opportunity of working as a casual kitchen porter at Holiday Inn Hotel in Bulawayo. The work experience introduced me to hot, humid and physically demanding working conditions, and one of a kind collaborative effort I hadn't rubbed shoulders with before in my life. Standing seven and half hours, elbow-deep in scolding hot water cleaning dishes, with the tottering piles of dirty pans, cutlery, dishes,... in leaps and bounds, with no sign of progress in my work, and with ballooning pressure in a fast paced environment, I could have thrown in the towel the first day I was called to do this very demanding job. Feeling bone-tired after a long shift, with pruney fingers, sore hands, and aching feet, I could not help but think of my first work experience as somewhat daunting. Surprisingly, I endured and stood the heat, not because of the monetary benefits. What drew me into loving my work was the collaborative atmosphere that cultivated a sense of appreciation of how my work influenced my co-workers and the whole cycle in the kitchen. My pace had a direct impact on the chefs, the waiters, and other staff in the kitchen. With no clean pans or dishes, nothing was going to be cooked and served on the table. Hence, I was bound to engage with temperamental chefs and waiters who were always on my toes or who were always breathing down my neck. "I want this...How come all dishes are still in the line....can't you be fast Mr." These were compliments from some of the burnt out staff and chefs. But most of the time, when a waiter or chef came looking for a dish, a steamer tray, or anything else, they wore a warm smile. "Hello, how are doing? How is it going here...can I have this? Oh, thanks." The way they greeted me and took to conversation showed me a sign of respect they had, and that I was not alone in this. My work combined with theirs is what produced the best dish to be served for the clients. My mind became occupied talking with people who came to my station each minute with dirty dishes, or to get something, or just for a breather. And that way, I remained calm under pressure in a highly stressed out environment. People may play different roles in a collaborative effort, but each contribution is vital for the success of the team. The open air between the staff at my workplace uplifted me to work with people whom I thought would look down on me as a porter. Through them, I observed that my pace and commitment to my work had a direct impact on almost every aspect of food preparation and serving.

Can you help me improve my essay, I greatly appreciate your feedback on any additions or subtractions? I want to know if I've really brought out the element of collaboration, or how well I've tried to answer this prompt. I am over the word count by 60 words, This summer, I had the opportunity of working as a casual kitchen porter at Holiday Inn Hotel in Bulawayo. The work experience introduced me to hot, humid and physically demanding working conditions, and one of a kind collaborative effort I hadn't rubbed shoulders with before in my life. Standing seven and half hours, elbow-deep in scolding hot water cleaning dishes, with the tottering piles of dirty pans, cutlery, dishes, ... in leaps and bounds, with no sign of progress in my work, and with ballooning pressure in a fast-paced environment, I could have thrown in the towel the first day I was called to do this very demanding job. Feeling bone-tired after a long shift, with pruned fingers, sore hands, and aching feet, I could not help but think of my first work experience as somewhat daunting. Surprisingly, I endured and stood the heat, not because of the monetary benefits. What drew me into loving my work was the collaborative atmosphere that cultivated a sense of appreciation of how my work influenced my co-workers and the whole cycle in the kitchen. My pace had a direct impact on the chefs, the waiters, and other staff in the kitchen. With no clean pans or dishes, nothing was going to be cooked and served on the table. Hence, I was bound to engage with temperamental chefs and waiters who were always on my toes or who were always breathing down my neck. "I want this... How come all dishes are still in the line....can't you be fast Mr." These were compliments from some burnt out staff and chefs. But most of the time, when a waiter or chef came looking for a dish, a steamer tray, or anything else, they wore a warm smile. "Hello, how are doing? How is it going here...can I have this? Oh, thanks." The way they greeted me and took to conversation showed me a sign of respect they had, and that I was not alone in this. My work combined with theirs is what produced the best dish to be served for the clients. My mind became occupied talking with people who came to my station each minute with dirty dishes, or to get something, or just for a breather. And that way, I remained calm under pressure in a highly stressed out environment. People may play different roles in a collaborative effort, but each contribution is vital for the success of the team. The open air between the staff at my workplace uplifted me to work with people whom I thought would look down on me as a porter. Through them, I observed that my pace and commitment to my work had a direct impact on almost every aspect of food preparation and serving.

Any sort of help is welcome! I am applying to some top universities, which means my essay should be nearly perfect. I definitely want to rewrite my last 2 paragraphs, but just don't know what exactly to change. Thank you so much in advance! In the beginning, we were a small family of three, living in a house so small we barely had enough walking space in between the crammed furniture. I grew up with my mom singing in the kitchen while making her famous pancakes and her braiding my hair every night before reading me a bedtime story. Needless to say, I was privileged by having both of my parents nurture me with unconditional love, regardless of my gender. At the time, gender was nothing more than just a biological phenomenon to me. I was a happy, carefree child with little thought about social norms and values. Life was simpler then - the only thing I needed to know about girls and boys was that we went potty in separate rooms. As I grew older, however, the line of division that separated us became more evident. I started noticing things I could neither comprehend nor explain. "Female" became an entirely different species. A never-ending pile of whys came crashing into my life. To hush my ever-growing fire of rage and confusion, I turned to the internet. Through hours of research, I stumbled upon the f-word. "Feminism," what I considered to be the complete hatred of even the slightest expression of femininity, was not my favorite concept, to say the least. At least that's what I used to think. The first image that came up in my mind was a raging man-hater with short red hair and a lip piercing, destined to burn all men alive. On that bra burning bombshell, I closed the chapter on feminism. That was up until 10th-grade, right before I met the woman who changed my life. It was mid-November, and the rain poured over me, soaking every inch of my clothing. I was standing on the side of the road, waiting patiently for my taxi to arrive. Preoccupied with the flow of rainwater down the stone road in the city center, I didn't notice how a sleek grey convertible parked right in front of me. I sat down in the back seat, put on my seatbelt, and leaned back. As my eyes shifted from my books onto the rear-view mirror, I froze. I didn't see the thick, dark eyebrows or the equally thick, dark hair that I was used to seeing. Instead, I saw long, elegantly curled eyelashes that sent endless shadows through her honey-gold eyes. Behind the wheel of the convertible, was a woman. We exchanged little more than a sentence, but somehow, she ignited a flame inside of me. In Azerbaijan, a country that practically thrives on sexism, patriarchy, and stereotypes, seeing a woman drive was like finding a four-leaf clover. On that rainy November day, I found that mystical leaf. During the next day of school, I marched into my principal's office and demanded I be allowed to play in the boy's basketball team. Unfortunately, not many girls shared my love for basketball, and as such, we did not have a girl's team. Being a "weak" and "sensitive" young girl, I wasn't allowed to join the boy's team either, and I had never thought of fighting for my rights before. After many attempts and heated exchanges, I was accepted as part of the team. Although small, my victory pushed me to do things I'd never imagined of doing and opened my mind up to a whole new world. I went on to become the Vice President of the Community and Service Club, the President of the Student Council, the only female in my volunteer group at a children's hospital, and the captain of the school Volleyball team. Yes, I am a feminist. I believe in the equal rights of men and women. Yes, my accomplishments can seem trivial to others, but I do everything with sheer genuinity and compassion. I believe that I have the potential to do something meaningful. And I believe that one day, everybody will be able to say "I love the f-word".

Any sort of help is welcome! I am applying to some top universities, which means my essay should be nearly perfect. I definitely want to rewrite my last 2 paragraphs, but just don't know what exactly to change. Thank you so much in advance! In the beginning, we were a small family of three, living in a house so small we barely had enough walking space in between the crammed furniture. I grew up with my mom singing in the kitchen while making her famous pancakes and her braiding my hair every night before reading me a bedtime story. Needless to say, I was privileged by having both of my parents nurture me with unconditional love, regardless of my gender. At the time, gender was nothing more than just a biological phenomenon to me. I was a happy, carefree child with little thought about social norms and values. Life was simpler then - the only thing I needed to know about girls and boys was that we went potty in separate rooms. As I grew older, however, the line of division that separated us became more evident. I started noticing things I could neither comprehend nor explain. "Female" became an entirely different species. A never-ending pile of why's came crashing into my life. To hush my ever-growing fire of rage and confusion, I turned to the internet. Through hours of research, I stumbled upon the f-word. "Feminism," what I considered to be the complete hatred of even the slightest expression of femininity, was not my favorite concept, to say the least. At least that's what I used to think. The first image that came up in my mind was a raging man-hater with short red hair and a lip piercing, destined to burn all men alive. On that bra burning bombshell, I closed the chapter on feminism. That was up until 10th-grade, right before I met the woman who changed my life. It was mid-November, and the rain poured over me, soaking every inch of my clothing. I was standing on the side of the road, waiting patiently for my taxi to arrive. Preoccupied with the flow of rainwater down the stone road in the city center, I didn't notice how a sleek gray convertible parked right in front of me. I sat down in the back seat, put on my seatbelt, and leaned back. As my eyes shifted from my books onto the rearview mirror, I froze. I didn't see the thick, dark eyebrows or the equally thick, dark hair that I was used to seeing. Instead, I saw long, elegantly curled eyelashes that sent endless shadows through her honey-gold eyes. Behind the wheel of the convertible, was a woman. We exchanged little more than a sentence, but somehow, she ignited a flame inside me. In Azerbaijan, a country that practically thrives on sexism, patriarchy, and stereotypes, seeing a woman drive was like finding a four-leaf clover. On that rainy November day, I found that mystical leaf. During the next day of school, I marched into my principal's office and demanded I be allowed to play in the boy's basketball team. Unfortunately, not many girls shared my love for basketball, and as such, we did not have a girl's team. Being a "weak" and "sensitive" young girl, I wasn't allowed to join the boy's team either, and I had never thought of fighting for my rights before. After many attempts and heated exchanges, I was accepted as part of the team. Although small, my victory pushed me to do things I'd never imagined of doing and opened my mind up to a whole new world. I went on to become the Vice President of the Community and Service Club, the President of the Student Council, the only female in my volunteer group at a children's hospital, and the captain of the school Volleyball team. Yes, I am a feminist. I believe in the equal rights of men and women. Yes, my accomplishments can seem trivial to others, but I do everything with sheer genuinely and compassion. I believe that I have the potential to do something meaningful. And I believe that one day, everybody will be able to say "I love the f-word".

There is no doubt my role as an assistant coach has allowed me to grow and develop my leadership skills and establish confidence in my abilities. Volleyball has always been my favourite sport, and so taking the chance to help others recognize the sport for all it has to offer was an easy choice. Walking into the first practice, however, was incredibly nerve-wracking as for the first time I was all on my own, far outside my comfort zone. I quickly learned, however, that I had no reason to worry as the head coaches were very welcoming and supportive. Being able to relax into the environment enabled me to concentrate on leading and motivating the team, inspiring the kids to do their best, no matter the outcome. I had no idea how much of an impact my actions could leave until I began to see the product of my effort come alive. Not only did I begin to see my confidence levels rise, but I noticed the kids were more self-assured and comfortable with themselves. The realization that I had a part to do with their increased levels of certainty lead me to become aware of and acknowledge my leadership abilities. One kid in particular especially challenged my role as a leader. He was often off task and cooperated only when he felt like it. I had to figure out a way in which I could get through to him and get him participating enthusiastically, all while helping him develop his skills as a volleyball player. I ended up presenting the game in a way that wasn't just about practical skill and focus, instead I turned the game into one where the focus wasn't on constantly trying to be perfect in terms of technique but allowed him to be creative and engage with the game on a different level. The challenges I faced while coaching tested my leadership capabilities, but they also helped me further enhance and polish these qualities. I learned what it truly means to be a leader, beyond the basic definition. Any feedback is appreciated!

There is no doubt my role as an assistant coach has allowed me to grow and develop my leadership skills and establish confidence in my abilities. Volleyball has always been my favorite sport, and so taking the chance to help others recognize the sport for all it has to offer was an easy choice. Walking into the first practice, however, was incredibly nerve-wracking as for the first time I was all on my own, far outside my comfort zone. I quickly learned, however, that I had no reason to worry as the head coaches were very welcoming and supportive. Being able to relax into the environment enabled me to concentrate on leading and motivating the team, inspiring the kids to do their best, no matter the outcome. I had no idea how much of an impact my actions could leave until I began to see the product of my effort come alive. Not only did I begin to see my confidence levels rise, but I noticed the kids were more self-assured and comfortable with themselves. The realization that I had a part to do with their increased levels of certainty lead me to become aware of and acknowledge my leadership abilities. One kid in particular especially challenged my role as a leader. He was often off task and cooperated only when he felt like it. I had to figure out a way in which I could get through to him and get him participating enthusiastically, all while helping him develop his skills as a volleyball player. I ended up presenting the game in a way that wasn't just about practical skill and focus, instead I turned the game into one where the focus wasn't on constantly trying to be perfect in terms of technique but allowed him to be creative and engage with the game on a different level. The challenges I faced while coaching tested my leadership capabilities, but they also helped me further enhance and polish these qualities. I learned what it truly means to be a leader, beyond the basic definition. Any feedback is appreciated!

I failed to make my school's dance team. Twice. This wasn't the first time I didn't make it past tryouts. My passed failed attempts at the gymnastics team, volleyball team, cheer team, and even spelling bee team forced me to reevaluate my natural talents and interests. I felt astray as my whole friend group made it onto the dance team. Yet, the next four years led me on a wonderful path to self-discovery. As my old friends stuck together through their extracurriculars, I began searching for my niche. Eventually, I found myself at a debate practice. There I finally found a group of people to grow and learn with. Although, consistently placing second to last at multiple large tournaments discouraged me, I refused to quit. With every year, debate fosters my curiosity to stay informed about current affairs that don't directly affect me. Furthermore, I have learned to listen intently, despite my predispositions. With the development of my character and skills came success at tournaments from a local to state level. After arguing and advocating for change at debate tournaments, I became inspired to make a change in my community. In an attempt to provide a new creative outlet at my school, I founded the first PenOhio team in my district. I believe this program will not only benefit my school, but will also help further PenOhio's mission to spread literacy and encourage writing on a nationwide scale. Moreso, a part of me hopes this team could help someone find their niche and passion. Experiencing failure has spurred humility within me. With each let-down comes self-awareness. At the age of four, I joined my piano teacher's group of students. At each recital, skill level determines the order of performances. I began opening the recital for the first few years; yet, with the growth of my hand-span and spirit, I began approaching the end of the line-up. Every year, I would become determined to play the piece the best student played. At certain points of learning the ten-minute long pieces, I would wonder why the piece didn't sound as grand as when the more advanced students play it. Having the notes engrained into my muscle memory was not enough. I became enthralled with the passion the highly-skilled students have when playing their pieces. Eventually, the emotion I poured into my practices and performances allowed me to close a recital. Despite my iteration of the piece containing skipped notes, I was proud to play the piece of a past high-achieving student. My parents later acknowledged the snafus in my performance and compared me to those who played the piece prior. Their passive disapproval stung slightly, yet I knew the hiccups did not take away value from my personal accomplishment. I know I'm not the best at everything I do, but I'm doing the best I can. If I were prompted for a list of failures, the list would be quite expansive. Yet, I am not ashamed. Each rejection allows me to move on and discover more about myself. Can't do a backflip? Fine. Can't spell? Slightly troublesome, but that's why autocorrect exists. Despite all the time spent in gymnastics classes or skimming the dictionary, I learned at a certain point you must not push yourself to be good at certain things. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a quitter; I have simply learned when to stop pursuing activities that I don't find fulfilling. My affinity for cartwheeling still exists, yet I have learned to channel that energy into my fitness routine rather than a goal for the Olympic medal. I am proud that I can accept my failures for what they are and move on. I wandered into high school feeling defeated by my failed attempts at finding where I belong. Yet, I am emerging empowered with a newfound confidence and curiosity. Failing will continue to be painful, but my experiences lead me to believe something greater is to come from trying harder or putting my energy elsewhere. Providing some of my key failures helps better explain my motivations and psyche. A valuable lesson I learned, and will continue learning, is to fail until I succeed.

I failed to make my school's dance team. Twice. This wasn't the first time I didn't make it past tryouts. My passed failed attempts at the gymnastics team, volleyball team, cheer team, and even spelling bee team forced me to reevaluate my natural talents and interests. I felt astray as my whole friend group made it onto the dance team. Yet, the next four years led me on a wonderful path to self-discovery. As my old friends stuck together through their extracurriculars, I began searching for my niche. Eventually, I found myself at a debate practice. There I finally found a group of people to grow and learn with. Although, consistently placing second to last at multiple large tournaments discouraged me, I refused to quit. With every year, debate fosters my curiosity to stay informed about current affairs that don't directly affect me. Furthermore, I have learned to listen intently, despite my predispositions. With the development of my character and skills came success at tournaments from a local to state level. After arguing and advocating for change at debate tournaments, I became inspired to make a change in my community. In an attempt to provide a new creative outlet at my school, I founded the first Pen Ohio team in my district. I believe this program will not only benefit my school, but will also help further Pen Ohio's mission to spread literacy and encourage writing on a nationwide scale. Moreno, a part of me hopes this team could help someone find their niche and passion. Experiencing failure has spurred humility within me. With each let-down comes self-awareness. At the age of four, I joined my piano teacher's group of students. At each recital, skill level determines the order of performances. I began opening the recital for the first few years; yet, with the growth of my hand-span and spirit, I began approaching the end of the line-up. Every year, I would become determined to play the piece the best student played. At certain points of learning the ten-minute long pieces, I would wonder why the piece didn't sound as grand as when the more advanced students play it. Having the notes engrained into my muscle memory was not enough. I became enthralled with the passion the highly-skilled students have when playing their pieces. Eventually, the emotion I poured into my practices and performances allowed me to close a recital. Despite my iteration of the piece containing skipped notes, I was proud to play the piece of a past high-achieving student. My parents later acknowledged the snafus in my performance and compared me to those who played the piece prior. Their passive disapproval stung slightly, yet I knew the hiccups did not take away value from my personal accomplishment. I know I'm not the best at everything I do, but I'm doing the best I can. If I were prompted for a list of failures, the list would be quite expansive. Yet, I am not ashamed. Each rejection allows me to move on and discover more about myself. Can't do a backflip? Fine. Can't spell? Slightly troublesome, but that's why autocorrect exists. Despite all the time spent in gymnastics classes or skimming the dictionary, I learned at a certain point you must not push yourself to be good at certain things. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a quitter; I have simply learned when to stop pursuing activities that I don't find fulfilling. My affinity for cartwheeling still exists, yet I have learned to channel that energy into my fitness routine rather than a goal for the Olympic medal. I am proud that I can accept my failures for what they are and move on. I wandered into high school feeling defeated by my failed attempts at finding where I belong. Yet, I am emerging empowered with a newfound confidence and curiosity. Failing will continue to be painful, but my experiences lead me to believe something greater is to come from trying harder or putting my energy elsewhere. Providing some of my key failures helps better explain my motivations and psyche. A valuable lesson I learned, and will continue learning, is to fail until I succeed.

Hi guys here's my personal profile for UBC. I tried to start off with a bit of story by showing instead of telling. Do you think this is effective? Or does it just sound artificial and not from the perspectives of my familyfriends? Please let me know what you think in terms of the intensity of this writing. In grade eight I decided I will become a lifeguard. Determined to reach my goal one day, I relentlessly trained, and studied as much as I could. I would practice at the pool every week, carrying twenty pound bricks, and swimming laps after laps. Unlike many others, I was able to complete all the training courses without a single failure; and now, I've finally achieved my goal thanks to my determination. My family members describe me as determined because I don't give up easily and I work very hard to reach my goals. I take thing seriously and I always put in maximum effort in order to succeed in what I do. On the other hand, my friends would often describe me as creative because I have unique ideas and interesting perspectives. I can always come up with interesting ways to present my ideas, and my creativity made me stand out among the crowd. Being extra meticulous and detail-oriented had always been one of my proudest traits. This trait has helped me accomplish many things such as writing detailed lab reports, making accurate measurements, and creating beautiful intricate artworks. I am proud of this trait because I have the patience and the skills to perform precise tasks while ensuring that the work is done thoroughly.

Hi guys here's my personal profile for UBC. I tried to start off with a bit of story by showing instead of telling. Do you think this is effective? Or does it just sound artificial and not from the perspectives of my family friends? Please let me know what you think in terms of the intensity of this writing. In grade eight I decided I will become a lifeguard. Determined to reach my goal one day, I relentlessly trained, and studied as much as I could. I would practice at the pool every week, carrying twenty pound bricks, and swimming laps after laps. Unlike many others, I was able to complete all the training courses without a single failure; and now, I've finally achieved my goal thanks to my determination. My family members describe me as determined because I don't give up easily, and I work very hard to reach my goals. I take thing seriously, and I always put in maximum effort in order to succeed in what I do. On the other hand, my friends would often describe me as creative because I have unique ideas and interesting perspectives. I can always come up with interesting ways to present my ideas, and my creativity made me stand out among the crowd. Being extra meticulous and detail-oriented had always been one of my proudest traits. This trait has helped me accomplish many things such as writing detailed lab reports, making accurate measurements, and creating beautiful intricate artworks. I am proud of this trait because I have the patience and the skills to perform precise tasks while ensuring that the work is done thoroughly.

I am asking myself the same questions many in adolescence ask ourselves: "Who am I? How did I become this way? How can I push myself to be better?" People my age are inundated with media and news which seem never ending. There is always a story to read, a post to like, and another big and bad headline, and amongst all of this is where my generation is growing and trying to find our niche. It is where I learn about politics, societal standards, morals (or lack thereof), sexuality, pop culture, and amongst all of this, myself. In this chaos, I question the society around me while simultaneously looking introspectively, and I ask: "Who makes the rules? How did it become this way? Is there anything I can do to change things?" I look at the people that I've learned most from. My mother, which found the courage to leave a relationship she was not content in. A woman who had to raise me in a country that was not her own while working retail during the day and selling her jewelry designs in the night. Making every dollar count and watching me eat the meal she could not have because it could only feed one growing girl. Thanks to her I know how to dedicate myself, work hard and strive for something better. Yet, I also look at my mother and question, why she was taught that a woman's husband is her "cross", her weight to carry, no matter how much of a burden it might become. I see her devotion to her beauty and the upkeep of it, and how terrified she is of wrinkles that lace her skin. I see how she has not received a single pay raise in the past five years despite taking on the workload of three people. I see, a flaw in the way women are treated in our society. My generation grows with a constant overstimulation of information, we exhaust one source just to turn to another, if not from a phone it's from a TV, a friend, a laptop, a teacher, a parent. Reflection and meditation are scarce. We are always bombarded by new media, and its influence can be felt in our behaviors and viewpoints. My generation must now sift through the taught ideals and explanations and form our own positions. And I find I do this best when I have a blank page staring back at me. With my art I have a moment to consider the society I am in, the events that take place in it, and the ideals and constructs that stand behind it. I think of the way my mother was taught her place in society and think of the women of the United States and the treatment towards them when they come forward about experiences of sexual harassment and assault. I think of my Cuban-Ukrainian-American upbringing, its impact on myself, and I think of the current treatment towards immigrants and their cultures in the united states. My thoughts trickle down onto my pieces, pieces which now have my views and intentions as their message, a message which is back out there and forms part of the movement of ideas and information.

I am asking myself the same questions many in adolescence ask ourselves: "Who am I? How did I become this way? How can I push myself to be better?" People my age are inundated with media and news which seem never ending. There is always a story to read, a post to like, and another big and bad headline, and amongst all of this is where my generation is growing and trying to find our niche. It is where I learn about politics, societal standards, morals (or lack thereof), sexuality, pop culture, and amongst all of this, myself. In this chaos, I question the society around me while simultaneously looking introspectively, and I ask: "Who makes the rules? How did it become this way? Is there anything I can do to change things?" I look at the people that I've learned most from. My mother, which found the courage to leave a relationship she was not content in. A woman who had to raise me in a country that was not her own while working retail during the day and selling her jewelry designs in the night. Making every dollar count and watching me eat the meal she could not have because it could only feed one growing girl. Thanks to her, I know how to dedicate myself, work hard and strive for something better. Yet, I also look at my mother and question, why she was taught that a woman's husband is her "cross", her weight to carry, no matter how much of a burden it might become. I see her devotion to her beauty and the upkeep of it, and how terrified she is of wrinkles that lace her skin. I see how she has not received a single pay raise in the past five years despite taking on the workload of three people. Furthermore, I see, a flaw in the way women are treated in our society. My generation grows with a constant over stimulation of information, we exhaust one source just to turn to another, if not from a phone it's from a TV, a friend, a laptop, a teacher, a parent. Reflection and meditation are scarce. We are always bombarded by new media, and its influence can be felt in our behaviors and viewpoints. My generation must now sift through the taught ideals and explanations and form our own positions. And I find I do this best when I have a blank page staring back at me. With my art I have a moment to consider the society I am in, the events that take place in it, and the ideals and constructs that stand behind it. I think of the way my mother was taught her place in society and think of the women of the United States and the treatment towards them when they come forward about experiences of sexual harassment and assault. I think of my Cuban-Ukrainian-American upbringing, its impact on myself, and I think of the current treatment towards immigrants and their cultures in the United States. My thoughts trickle down onto my pieces, pieces which now have my views and intentions as their message, a message which is back out there and forms part of the movement of ideas and information.

The activity that's most important to me is the time I spent this past summer performing in a show at the Winnipeg Fringe Theatre Festival. I was fortunate enough to get cast in a show called 'Tumbling After' through the Summer Studio program at Manitoba Theatre for Young People, where we spent four months rehearsing the play and getting involved in every aspect of the production, including costuming and lighting design. During the last two weeks of July we performed the show in the Fringe Festival which was truly an experience like no other. Since we were performers, we were able to see any Fringe show we wanted for free, so the cast and I took full advantage of that opportunity and over the course of two weeks we ended up seeing over twenty Fringe shows. Being able to experience the Fringe Festival in its entirety was such an amazing experience to have because it exposed me to many different kinds of theatre and art, and taught me a lot about what a career in the arts could look like. Getting involved with this show was something that was initially a hard decision for me to make, I was extremely anxious over the thought of auditioning for something that I almost didn't do it at all. I'm so grateful that I worked up the courage to audition for it, because I know I'll look back on that whole experience as one of the highlights of my life thus far. Between performing in my own show and seeing many others, I learned so much about the art of theatre and the importance it plays in my life. The opportunity I had with the Fringe Festival made me fall in love with theatre even more than I already was, and made me realize that it's something I want to do for the rest of my life. . I've learned so many valuable things both about theatre and myself through being involved with the Winnipeg Fringe that I don't know where I would be today without that amazing opportunity.

The activity that's most important to me is the time I spent this past summer performing in a show at the Winnipeg Fringe Theatre Festival. I was fortunate enough to get cast in a show called 'Tumbling After' through the Summer Studio program at Manitoba Theatre for Young People, where we spent four months rehearsing the play and getting involved in every aspect of the production, including costuming and lighting design. During the last two weeks of July we performed the show in the Fringe Festival which was truly an experience like no other. Since we were performers, we were able to see any Fringe show we wanted for free, so the cast and I took full advantage of that opportunity and over the course of two weeks we ended up seeing over twenty Fringe shows. Being able to experience the Fringe Festival in its entirety was such an amazing experience to have because it exposed me to many kinds of theater and art, and taught me a lot about what a career in the arts could look like. Getting involved with this show was something that was initially a hard decision for me to make, I was extremely anxious over the thought of auditioning for something that I almost didn't do it at all. I'm so grateful that I worked up the courage to audition for it, because I know I'll look back on that whole experience as one of the highlights of my life thus far. Between performing in my own show and seeing many others, I learned so much about the art of theater and the importance it plays in my life. The opportunity I had with the Fringe Festival made me fall in love with theater even more than I already was, and made me realize that it's something I want to do for the rest of my life. . I've learned so many valuable things both about theater and myself through being involved with the Winnipeg Fringe that I don't know where I would be today without that amazing opportunity.

Engineering provides me with the opportunity to build systems that work for millions of people. To be able to innovate in new areas, improve an existing system and solve problems are of great importance to me. One of my first engineering projects was to model a car powered by propellers. I finished as the first runner-up in the science competition and currently working on programming drones using Arduino for the National Think Science competition. Moreover, my work experience at the software development department of BAK Holdings educated me on writing well-structured and simplified codes. My father is an electrical engineer, who guided me on several trips to power stations and aroused deep interests in me about the field of energy. Discussions with one of Waterloo's recent alumnus enlightened me on the prospects available for research on operational AI and human-machine interaction. Thanks for your response and feedback.

Engineering provides me with the opportunity to build systems that work for millions of people. To be able to innovate in new areas, improve an existing system and solve problems are of great importance to me. One of my first engineering projects was to model a car powered by propellers. I finished as the first runner-up in the science competition and currently working on programming drones using Arduino for the National Think Science competition. Moreover, my work experience at the software development department of BACK Holdings educated me on writing well-structured and simplified codes. My father is an electrical engineer, who guided me on several trips to power stations and aroused deep interests in me about the field of energy. Discussions with one of Waterloo's recent alumnus enlightened me on the prospects available for research on operational AI and human-machine interaction. Thanks for your response and feedback.

I am a fan of independent travel, and I have taken 4 independent trips with different people after graduating from high school. Independent travel means everything is organized by myself, be it booking my own accommodation, planning transport or designing itinerary. I went to Kyoto with my friend Kevin, and It was our first time that we traveled abroad without parents. Sufficient preparations were made before setting off: visas, plane tickets, hotel bookings, schedule managements, maps of sights and metro routes...Of course, the travel was successful and our sense of achievement is beyond words. Travelling is about the journey, both physical and spiritual. I used to travel 60 km with a friend of mine, from urban areas to an island by cycling, to see the stars. It was a hot sunny day, and the highest temperature is 38℃. It takes strong will and a great deal of sweat to getting on, but the starry sky worth the torturous process. We recorded the moving of the stars and the sun-rising process with my camera, as well as some process of my cycling. I also made a video clip and upload the video to social networks, which have been viewed hundreds of times, and I got some likes and comments from other travelers. By now, I've uploaded 4 travel videos on social networks and made some friends. And I'm planning a self-driving trip in January. Perhaps independent travel, for me, is more than just a hobby or a holiday activity - it's a fundamentally life-changing experience.

I am a fan of independent travel, and I have taken 4 independent trips with different people after graduating from high school. Independent travel means everything is organized by myself, be it booking my own accommodation, planning transport or designing itinerary. I went to Kyoto with my friend Kevin, and It was our first time that we traveled abroad without parents. Sufficient preparations were made before setting off: visas, plane tickets, hotel bookings, schedule managements, maps of sights and metro routes... Of course, the travel was successful and our sense of achievement is beyond words. Travelling is about the journey, both physical and spiritual. I used to travel 60 km with a friend of mine, from urban areas to an island by cycling, to see the stars. It was a hot sunny day, and the highest temperature is 38℃. It takes strong will and a great deal of sweat to getting on, but the starry sky worth the torturous process. We recorded the moving of the stars and the sun-rising process with my camera, as well as some process of my cycling. I also made a video clip and upload the video to social networks, which have been viewed hundreds of times, and I got some likes and comments from other travelers. By now, I've uploaded 4 travel videos on social networks and made some friends. And I'm planning a self-driving trip in January. Perhaps independent travel, for me, is more than just a hobby or a holiday activity - it's a fundamentally life-changing experience.

If you choose to write about educational barriers you've faced, how did you overcome or strive to overcome them? What personal characteristics or skills did you call on to overcome this challenge? How did overcoming this barrier help shape who are you today? My mother and father never completed college because my mother was pregnant at a young age and they both had to drop out in order to support our family. Because my parents never went to college, nor did my grandparents and so on, it was difficult for me to grasp the importance of getting a college degree. And it was even more difficult understanding the steps necessary to achieve one. I never did well in school or took it seriously because it was never expected of me to do so. As I finished freshman year the reality of life after high school began to hit me. With a society revolving around a college degree I understood that I had to break this curse (of no college)?, and prove to my family how an education is important to succeed in life and achieve my goals. After my freshman year I discovered I was ranked 93 among 610 students. Although this is not too bad considering my slack in school, it opened up my eyes about the importance of every class and assignment. I became more involved in school and started caring about my academics, and class rank. Immediately I signed up for my first AP class, World History, during sophomore year. As the year went on, several of my classmates began to drop left and right. My own grade was discouraging as I struggled to adjust to the rigor of AP. I had not learned how to study, take notes orrrrrr-----. At the end of the first semester i finished with an 80. Despite being disappointed in myself, I decided to try even harder the next semester. I began to refine my academic abilities by going back to the basics. By the end of the year, my hard work pushed me to finish off the last semester with a 94. I really enjoyed the rigor of AP courses and I decided to challenge myself even more junior year and signed up for AP Biology, Statistics, English, and US History. I became really dedicated to school whilst juggling a job, and multiple extracurricular activities and organizations. At the end of my Junior Year, I was proud to see that my hard work and dedication really paid off and I am now ranked 18 of my peers. I believe that my parents not having a thorough education really encouraged me to do the opposite and create a pathway for myself. Although I was able to overcome the difficult task of achieving high school the challenge is still with me today as I go through the college application process. It is a rocky journey without having someone to talk to daily or ask advice at home as many fortunate students do. But this has taught me how to be independent and search for many different resources to fill the gap of under-educated parents

If you choose to write about educational barriers you've faced, how did you overcome or strive to overcome them? What personal characteristics or skills did you call on to overcome this challenge? How did overcoming this barrier help shape who are you today? My mother and father never completed college because my mother was pregnant at a young age and they both had to drop out in order to support our family. Because my parents never went to college, nor did my grandparents and so on, it was difficult for me to grasp the importance of getting a college degree. And it was even more difficult understanding the steps necessary to achieve one. I never did well in school or took it seriously because it was never expected of me to do so. As I finished freshman year the reality of life after high school began to hit me. With a society revolving around a college degree I understood that I had to break this curse (of no college)?, and prove to my family how an education is important to succeed in life and achieve my goals. After my freshman year I discovered I was ranked 93 among 610 students. Although this is not too bad considering my slack in school, it opened up my eyes about the importance of every class and assignment. I became more involved in school and started caring about my academics, and class rank. Immediately I signed up for my first AP class, World History, during sophomore year. As the year went on, several of my classmates began to drop left and right. My own grade was discouraging as I struggled to adjust to the rigor of AP. I had not learned how to study, take notes orrery-----. At the end of the first semester I finished with an 80. Despite being disappointed in myself, I decided to try even harder the next semester. I began to refine my academic abilities by going back to the basics. By the end of the year, my hard work pushed me to finish off the last semester with a 94. I really enjoyed the rigor of AP courses and I decided to challenge myself even more junior year and signed up for AP Biology, Statistics, English, and US History. I became really dedicated to school whilst juggling a job, and multiple extracurricular activities and organizations. At the end of my Junior Year, I was proud to see that my hard work and dedication really paid off, and I am now ranked 18 of my peers. I believe that my parents not having a thorough education really encouraged me to do the opposite and create a pathway for myself. Although I was able to overcome the difficult task of achieving high school the challenge is still with me today as I go through the college application process. It is a rocky journey without having someone to talk to daily or ask advice at home as many fortunate students do. But this has taught me how to be independent and search for many resources to fill the gap with under-educated parents

The summer of my sophomore year, I watched over 200 American movies. Intrigued and motivated by the sense of freedom they gave me, every morning I would jump out of bed, into my chair to immerse myself into the story and culture displayed on my laptop screen. On the desk next to mine sat my mother. Passionate about providing a better life for her family, she was filling out interview applications and gathering any and every legal document any of us ever had. Although I was witnessing this process, it shocked me when she exclaimed, "We're going to America!" From then on, it was chaos. Everyone was trying to finish their unfinished business before moving to the other side of the world. In the midst of it, I was left responsible for daily chores, and had to put a pause to watching movies. But as I had more time to think and reflect, I had a gradual epiphany: I was going to the movies, literally. After the exhausting 15 hour flight around the world, seeing everything with my own eyes was fascinating. The architecture, the people, their dogs, and even the sky. They were both familiar and strange.

The summer of my sophomore year, I watched over 200 American movies. Intrigued and motivated by the sense of freedom they gave me, every morning I would jump out of bed, into my chair to immerse myself into the story and culture displayed on my laptop screen. On the desk next to mine sat my mother. Passionate about providing a better life for her family, she was filling out interview applications and gathering any and every legal document any of us ever had. Although I was witnessing this process, it shocked me when she exclaimed, "We're going to America!" From then on, it was chaos. Everyone was trying to finish their unfinished business before moving to the other side of the world. In the midst of it, I was left responsible for daily chores, and had to put a pause to watching movies. But as I had more time to think and reflect, I had a gradual epiphany: I was going to the movies, literally. After the exhausting 15-hour flight around the world, seeing everything with my own eyes was fascinating. The architecture, the people, their dogs, and even the sky. They were both familiar and strange.

I went ahead and rewrote this prompt:Students submitting a portfolio in Art Practice must include an artist's statement of no more than 250 words describing concepts, formal issues, process, and influences. This is my second draft, so please let me know if there is anything to fix. Words to some people may only appear to be composed of letters, but to me, words are the roots to a powerful usage of imagination and creation of an artwork. When I see a word on a poster, or in a book, I can immediately visualize how the word can be portrayed in my art. Before I begin my painting, I mentally visualize the word several days before and think about the definition. From there I picture my canvas and think about the placement of objects I will place on there. I have always preferred thinking rather than sketching my ideas because I find this process much more memorable and thoughtful towards my art. My artwork heavily relies mostly on color, shape, line, space, and pattern. Since my style revolves around illustrations, the texture is abstract and forms are usually exaggerated. I have one piece that consisted of 45 pumpkins where I used over fifty colors. After careful placement of colors, the composition was balanced. Some of the shapes were flat, while I added some shadow to the others to create forms. The spacing between each pumpkin is either tight or overlapped because I wanted to create a crowded but a communal effect. I love to use inconsistent patterns because even though there is an obvious repeating number of objects, the integration of a few distractions creates a more complex piece. From words to my imagination to the outcome, I have never been so driven to constantly produce masterpieces.

I went ahead and rewrote this prompt:Students submitting a portfolio in Art Practice must include an artist's statement of no more than 250 words describing concepts, formal issues, process, and influences. This is my second draft, so please let me know if there is anything to fix. Words to some people may only appear to be composed of letters, but to me, words are the roots to a powerful usage of imagination and creation of an artwork. When I see a word on a poster, or in a book, I can immediately visualize how the word can be portrayed in my art. Before I begin my painting, I mentally visualize the word several days before and think about the definition. From there I picture my canvas and think about the placement of objects I will place on there. I have always preferred thinking rather than sketching my ideas because I find this process much more memorable and thoughtful towards my art. My artwork heavily relies mostly on color, shape, line, space, and pattern. Since my style revolves around illustrations, the texture is abstract and forms are usually exaggerated. I have one piece that consisted of 45 pumpkins where I used over fifty colors. After careful placement of colors, the composition was balanced. Some shapes were flat, while I added some shadow to the others to create forms. The spacing between each pumpkin is either tight or overlapped because I wanted to create a crowded but a communal effect. I love to use inconsistent patterns because even though there is an obvious repeating number of objects, the integration of a few distractions creates a more complex piece. From words to my imagination to the outcome, I have never been so driven to constantly produce masterpieces.

Working as a lifeguard and a water safety instructor has taught me more than I can imagine in a short span of five months. After being selected into the workplace by completing a challenging hiring process summing up to a total of seven hours; receiving the position was a pure combination of hard work, and perseverance. My hard-earned job was a gift, it was a proof of my abilities and a reward for many years of training. After getting hired I was extremely excited to work. I looked forward to joining the community and meeting new people. This job is also very important to me because I sincerely enjoy the welcoming environment and the people who I work with. I feel a great sense of achievement teaching children and watching them improve over time; and being able to take apart of their growth is very meaningful. Guarding on deck is also a big part of my job, where efficient communication with fellow colleagues are crucial. Working as a lifeguard taught me to be more responsible for my actions, for my performance will impact many others such as patrons at the pool and swimmers in my classes. Leading many classes of swimmers had strengthened my communication skills as well as the ability to teach and help others. I've developed patience throughout my experience from teaching children as well as problem solving for any unexpected occurrences during my classes. Working also allowed me to meet people with a variety of backgrounds and I've learned to get along with my colleagues and members of the public. Careful planning and the creation of lesson plans are required for each set of classes, and prior to work I always make sure that I am organized and I have a plan in mind. Thus, working as a lifeguard has helped me develop important qualities such as being responsible, being open-minded, and it strengthened my ability to communicate. This is very important for me because receiving the job was hard work, and I truly enjoy working in such a welcoming environment.

Working as a lifeguard and a water safety instructor has taught me more than I can imagine in a short span of five months. After being selected into the workplace by completing a challenging hiring process summing up to a total of seven hours; receiving the position was a pure combination of hard work, and perseverance. My hard-earned job was a gift, it was a proof of my abilities and a reward for many years of training. After getting hired I was extremely excited to work. I looked forward to joining the community and meeting new people. This job is also very important to me because I sincerely enjoy the welcoming environment and the people who I work with. I feel a great sense of achievement teaching children and watching them improve over time; and being able to take apart from their growth is very meaningful. Guarding on deck is also a big part of my job, where efficient communication with colleagues are crucial. Working as a lifeguard taught me to be more responsible for my actions, for my performance will impact many others such as patrons at the pool and swimmers in my classes. Leading many classes of swimmers had strengthened my communication skills as well as the ability to teach and help others. I've developed patience throughout my experience from teaching children as well as problem-solving for any unexpected occurrences during my classes. Working also allowed me to meet people with a variety of backgrounds, and I've learned to get along with my colleagues and members of the public. Careful planning and the creation of lesson plans are required for each set of classes, and prior to work I always make sure that I am organized, and I have a plan in mind. Thus, working as a lifeguard has helped me develop important qualities such as being responsible, being open-minded, and it strengthened my ability to communicate. This is very important for me because receiving the job was hard work, and I truly enjoy working in such a welcoming environment.

The assignment should be written as a short story. When I came forward to be a Prefect, I was prepared to sacrifice anything. I was willing to give up my time and my energy, but nothing could have prepared me for the choice I had to make one Friday night. I glanced at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time: almost six o'clock. It was barely thirty minutes to dinner, and Seyi and Neso hadn't shown up. "The lovely Duty Six," I murmured to myself. How did we even get stuck with this job again? Oh, yeah. Chinenye had cooked up some story about her team getting too much work and I had fallen for the bait. Note to self: develop resistance to teary-eyed girls. Ah, let me introduce you to the dreaded Duty Six: meal patrol. For some reason unknown to science, high school students in Nigeria possess certain amount of inertia which prevents them from heading to the dining hall when the bell goes off for mealtime. Due to this said inertia, a net force- that would be prefects- are required to enable them move to another location. While we make students go early, we end up late as a result. And on few occasions, when we miss the meals,hungry. Getting too much work? How did I even believe that story? My self-pity monologue was interrupted by footsteps: Neso and Seyi were here. "Finally. Could we hurry up with the rounds?" The sun was setting and everywhere was getting dark. "Hey, Sope. Were our classes as dirty as these back then?" I couldn't even remember. We went through all the classrooms and ensured that all the students had gone to dinner. "All done," Seyi shouted from across the hall. "Can we go now?" Neso whined. What is worse than having Duty Six? Having Duty Six on a Friday night. With soggy beans for lunch, Friday rice was our only hope to satisfy the craving, and we couldn't make our way to the dining hall because there was still a light on in the junior block. "Almost." During our last rounds, I noticed a light on in a junior classroom. First-years: always forgetting to turn off the lights. when I approached the classroom to shut off the light, I saw a student standing in the doorway. "Guys." I looked at the boy as his shaky voice said, 'It wasn't on purpose.' However, I noticed something in his hand: a money bill. Yep, definitely not having dinner today. "Is this why we're waiting? Can't you just send him off and-" "Oh." "Yeah." Crying boy, money bill, three prefects- this was about to be a long night. My duty team members approached. "How did you get this into school?" Through the sobs, the story came out: he had resumed school and forgot to hand over his spare change to his mother. "What are we going to do?", Seyi asked. We knew exactly what was meant to happen. We would confiscate the money, take his name down, submit it to the disciplinary staff, and they would take care of the rest. However, that didn't seem like what to do today. "Please,"he said, "I forgot to give it back to my mum today."I looked at his tear-streaked face. How old was he: eleven, twelve? "You know what this means, don't you?" Seyi asked. Everyone did. He would be suspended from school and sent home immediately. All because he forgot. Among the three of us, there were disagreements on this issue. "He said he didn't mean to, Neso." I said, looking at Seyi for support. She barely shrugged."So? Oh, what do you expect him to say? 'Hey! I smuggled some money to school, don't tell anyone'? What should we do? How do we know if he is lying? After all, people say anything to get out of trouble, and there are the rules." I knew all of this, but in that instance, things were quite unclear. I glanced at the boy's ID: Harold Amako; Eleven years old; First-year student. There was no way to be sure that this boy was innocent. Lies could be very convincing, but I could not bear the thought of reporting him if he was saying the truth. What if he was telling the truth? "Why don't we let him off?", Seyi asked. "Why? Because he's cute?" I had no idea what to say to Neso. All I could offer was silence. "Give me the money and go". I watched Obinna stare at us. What did his face show? Fear, confusion, relief? All I could see was gratitude. Once he was far enough, we set out to the dining hall. As we walked out of the classroom block, we saw the throng of students leaving the dining hall. "There goes our dinner, I guess." Walking to the dormitory, I felt a mix of emotions. Firstly, I was hungry (I still longed for my dinner). More importantly, I wondered if I had done the right thing. As we walked back to class, Neso asked, "Sope, what did we just do?" The answer did not come immediately, and definitely not at once. It came when that boy appeared at Seyi's class to thank her for believing in him. It came when Harold's mother approached me on visiting day and told me that she had been the one to ask him to hold that money for her. It came when Harold gave Neso a hug on the day of his graduation.

The assignment should be written as a short story. When I came forward to be a Prefect, I was prepared to sacrifice anything. I was willing to give up my time and my energy, but nothing could have prepared me for the choice I had to make one Friday night. I glanced at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time: almost six o'clock. It was barely thirty minutes to dinner, and Said and Nest hadn't shown up. "The lovely Duty Six," I murmured to myself. How did we even get stuck with this job again? Oh, yeah. Chinese had cooked up some story about her team getting too much work and I had fallen for the bait. Note to self: develop resistance to teary-eyed girls. Ah, let me introduce you to the dreaded Duty Six: meal patrol. For some reason unknown to science, high school students in Nigeria possess certain amount of inertia which prevents them from heading to the dining hall when the bell goes off for mealtime. Due to this said inertia, a net force-that would be prefects-are required to enable them move to another location. While we make students go early, we end up late as a result. And on few occasions, when we miss the meals, hungry. Getting too much work? How did I even believe that story? My self-pity monologue was interrupted by footsteps: Nest and Said were here. "Finally. Could we hurry up with the rounds?" The sun was setting and everywhere was getting dark. "Hey, Some. Were our classes as dirty as these back then?" I couldn't even remember. We went through all the classrooms and ensured that all the students had gone to dinner. "All done," Said shouted from across the hall. "Can we go now?" Nest whined. What is worse than having Duty Six? Having Duty Six on a Friday night. With soggy beans for lunch, Friday rice was our only hope to satisfy the craving, and we couldn't make our way to the dining hall because there was still a light on in the junior block. "Almost." During our last rounds, I noticed a light on in a junior classroom. First-years: always forgetting to turn off the lights. When I approached the classroom to shut off the light, I saw a student standing in the doorway. "Guys." I looked at the boy as his shaky voice said, 'It wasn't on purpose.' However, I noticed something in his hand: a money bill. Yep, definitely not having dinner today. "Is this why we're waiting? Can't you just send him off and-" "Oh." "Yeah." Crying boy, money bill, three prefects-this was about to be a long night. My duty team members approached. "How did you get this into school?" Through the sobs, the story came out: he had resumed school and forgot to hand over his spare change to his mother. "What are we going to do?", Said asked. We knew exactly what was meant to happen. We would confiscate the money, take his name down, submit it to the disciplinary staff, and they would take care of the rest. However, that didn't seem like what to do today. "Please,"he said, "I forgot to give it back to my mum today." I looked at his tear-streaked face. How old was he: eleven, twelve? "You know what this means, don't you?" Said asked. Everyone did. He would be suspended from school and sent home immediately. All because he forgot. Among the three of us, there were disagreements on this issue. "He said he didn't mean to, Nest." I said, looking at Said for support. She barely shrugged." So? Oh, what do you expect him to say? 'Hey! I smuggled some money to school, don't tell anyone'? What should we do? How do we know if he is lying? After all, people say anything to get out of trouble, and there are the rules." I knew all of this, but in that instance, things were quite unclear. I glanced at the boy's ID: Harold Bamako; Eleven years old; First-year student. There was no way to be sure that this boy was innocent. Lies could be very convincing, but I could not bear the thought of reporting him if he was saying the truth. What if he was telling the truth? "Why don't we let him off?", Said asked. "Why? Because he's cute?" I had no idea what to say to Nest. All I could offer was silence. "Give me the money and go". I watched Obioha stare at us. What did his face show? Fear, confusion, relief? All I could see was gratitude. Once he was far enough, we set out to the dining hall. As we walked out of the classroom block, we saw the throng of students leaving the dining hall. "There goes our dinner, I guess." Walking to the dormitory, I felt a mix of emotions. Firstly, I was hungry (I still longed for my dinner). More importantly, I wondered if I had done the right thing. As we walked back to class, Nest asked, "Some, what did we just do?" The answer did not come immediately, and definitely not at once. It came when that boy appeared at Said's class to thank her for believing in him. It came when Harold's mother approached me on visiting day and told me that she had been the one to ask him to hold that money for her. Furthermore, it came when Harold gave Nest a hug on the day of his graduation.

Things to consider: A challenge could be personal, or something you have faced in your community or school. Why was the challenge significant to you? This is a good opportunity to talk about any obstacles you've faced and what you've learned from the experience. Did you have support from someone else or did you handle it alone? If you're currently working your way through a challenge, what are you doing now, and does that affect different aspects of your life? For example, ask yourself, "How has my life changed at home, at my school, with my friends or with my family?" I'm over 100 words, what should I take out to make it more clear and what should I add to clarify my challenge and somewhat overcoming it. Ever since I was little I was expected to be someone I'm not. I was expected to fit the stereotype of who I look like. I was supposed to write pretty like a girl, or do "girly" sports instead of doing t-ball. I remember my father taking me out of T-ball because he thought i didn't enjoy it, being the only girl on the team and put me into cheerleading, following the "norm" of society. Little did I know that even though i was doing what society expected me to do I would continue to be stereotyped. Dumb. Snobby. Fake. You name it. I was called just about everything negative you can think of, not because that's who i am or how i acted but merely because i was a cheerleader. In my time in high school i specifically excelled in math and science classes. And people would always make comments like "wow i didn't think you would be smart, aren't you a cheerleader?" or " Wow you're too pretty to be good at math" or my favorite, "Girls cant be good at math, did you cheat or what?" Which amazed me because i saw absolutely no correlation between cheerleadingappearance and my academic performance. Eventually I quit cheer to focus on my academics my sophomore year, but the stereotyping didn't stop because I was still a girl. The first time I entered the meeting for the Math and Science UIL team I was one of two girls there, and everyone was shocked to see me there, even the coaches. For some reason, even in today's society of "equalness" it was still abnormal to see a girl interested in STEM. I was dedicated to this subject and so i often challenged myself and found myself competing against my own male teammates, usually scoring higher than them of course. Eventually I became the treasurer of the club my Junior year, and Vice President my senior year. I felt out of place in most of my STEM classes, and sometimes I even questioned myself, Can I really do this? Should I just become a teacher or a housewife like everyone else in my family? Everyday I am expected to live this life that everyone has had before me. But I don't want to do that and I want to be an innovator and leader and beat the odds and become a woman in STEM. I want to make a difference in young womens life who are going through this same problem to show them that it is possible despite the labels people put on you because of your activities and appearance! Sadly, this challenge will never be over but for now I have gotten over the fear of standing out and feeling out of place because I know bigger plans await me in the future of STEM.

Things to consider: A challenge could be personal, or something you have faced in your community or school. Why was the challenge significant to you? This is a good opportunity to talk about any obstacles you've faced and what you've learned from the experience. Did you have support from someone else or did you handle it alone? If you're currently working your way through a challenge, what are you doing now, and does that affect different aspects of your life? For example, ask yourself, "How has my life changed at home, at my school, with my friends or with my family?" I'm over 100 words, what should I take out to make it more clear and what should I add to clarify my challenge and somewhat overcoming it. Ever since I was little I was expected to be someone I'm not. I was expected to fit the stereotype of whom I look like. I was supposed to write pretty like a girl, or do "girly" sports instead of doing t-ball. Furthermore, I remember my father taking me out of T-ball because he thought I didn't enjoy it, being the only girl on the team and put me into cheerleading, following the "norm" of society. Little did I know that even though I was doing what society expected me to do I would continue to be stereotyped. Dumb. Snobby. Fake. You name it. I was called just about everything negative you can think of, not because that's who I am or how I acted but merely because I was a cheerleader. In my time in high school I specifically excelled in math and science classes. And people would always make comments like "wow I didn't think you would be smart, aren't you a cheerleader?" or" Wow you're too pretty to be good at math" or my favorite, "Girls can't be good at math, did you cheat or what?" Which amazed me because I saw absolutely no correlation between cheerleadingappearance and my academic performance. Eventually I quit cheer to focus on my academics my sophomore year, but the stereotyping didn't stop because I was still a girl. The first time I entered the meeting for the Math and Science UIL team I was one of two girls there, and everyone was shocked to see me there, even the coaches. For some reason, even in today's society of "squatness" it was still abnormal to see a girl interested in STEM. I was dedicated to this subject, and so I often challenged myself and found myself competing against my own male teammates, usually scoring higher than them of course. Eventually I became the treasurer of the club my Junior year, and Vice President my senior year. I felt out of place in most of my STEM classes, and sometimes I even questioned myself, Can I really do this? Should I just become a teacher or a housewife like everyone else in my family? Every day, I am expected to live this life that everyone has had before me. But I don't want to do that, and I want to be an innovator and leader and beat the odds and become a woman in STEM. I want to make a difference in young women's life who are going through this same problem to show them that it is possible despite the labels people put on you because of your activities and appearance! Sadly, this challenge will never be over but for now I have gotten over the fear of standing out and feeling out of place because I know bigger plans await me in the future of STEM.

Would appreciate some criticism and feedback on this essay for UVA Engineering. The word limit is 300. My cousin is left-handed, although not by choice. His right hand suffers from permanent paralysis; a defect that has been with him since he was born. Because of this, he has trouble using many tools that we take for granted on the daily. One of these tools is the keyboard and mouse. If I were to design my own engineering project, I would create a mouse that is controlled by the feet. That way, people who are limited to one hand can use their free hand to type on the keyboard and their feet to navigate the mouse. The mouse would be separated into two parts: an area for clicking and an area for moving the mouse icon. The area for clicking would contain two pedals for the right and left mouse click. The pedals would be similar to those on a piano, requiring only a little force to activate them. The area for moving the mouse would be a 2ft x 2ft touchpad that is sensitive to the movement of the user's foot. Each foot will control one part of the mouse. This may be an awkward approach to using a computer at first due to the limited range of motion for ankles, but I'm sure that after a couple of times, people will get used to the mouse. This project would help my cousin feel more comfortable when playing computer games and browsing the Internet while also helping me enhance my knowledge in computer hardware.

Would appreciate some criticism and feedback on this essay for UVA Engineering. The word limit is 300. My cousin is left-handed, although not by choice. His right hand suffers from permanent paralysis; a defect that has been with him since he was born. Because of this, he has trouble using many tools that we take for granted on the daily. One of these tools is the keyboard and mouse. If I were to design my own engineering project, I would create a mouse that is controlled by the feet. That way, people who are limited to one hand can use their free hand to type on the keyboard and their feet to navigate the mouse. The mouse would be separated into two parts: an area for clicking and an area for moving the mouse icon. The area for clicking would contain two pedals for the right and left mouse click. The pedals would be similar to those on a piano, requiring only a little force to activate them. The area for moving the mouse would be a 2ft x 2ft touchpad that is sensitive to the movement of the user's foot. Each foot will control one part of the mouse. This may be an awkward approach to using a computer at first due to the limited range of motion for ankles, but I'm sure that after a couple of times, people will get used to the mouse. This project would help my cousin feel more comfortable when playing computer games and browsing the Internet while also helping me enhance my knowledge in computer hardware.

(Here is my essay below. PLEASE DO NOT COPY) For 12 years, I kept pushing myself to find my own art style. The frustration of disliking what I've drawn and the inability to create something original was destroying me. I wanted to be better than my age and my strive for achievement never ceased. I figured my frustration problem was due to my lack of interaction with the world around me. My inspiration was limited since I only grew up with only knowing the Asian and Bay Area culture. But after taking a trip south to a part of Los Angeles, I was immediately entangled in the immense variety of culture just within a small city. There, I discovered USC, a university with the advantage of absorbing the different traditions around them. Because of how USC is situated at the heart of Los Angeles, I knew I could find my style within this university. Even though my interest leans towards illustration, design is a major influence in my creations." (160 words) So I researched already and there really isn't much info helping me talk about why USC for their roski art and design program. I am not sure if I am going in the right direction or not, because I feel like I am not explaining enough why on my prompt. PLEASE HELP. this is actually one of the schools I want to get in to.

(Here is my essay below. PLEASE DO NOT COPY) For 12 years, I kept pushing myself to find my own art style. The frustration of disliking what I've drawn and the inability to create something original was destroying me. I wanted to be better than my age and my strive for achievement never ceased. I figured my frustration problem was due to my lack of interaction with the world around me. My inspiration was limited since I only grew up with only knowing the Asian and Bay Area culture. But after taking a trip south to a part of Los Angeles, I was immediately entangled in the immense variety of culture just within a small city. There, I discovered USC, a university with the advantage of absorbing the different traditions around them. Because of how USC is situated at the heart of Los Angeles, I knew I could find my style within this university. Even though my interest leans towards illustration, design is a major influence in my creations." (160 words) So I researched already and there really isn't much info helping me talk about why USC for their Rossi art and design program. I am not sure if I am going in the right direction or not, because I feel like I am not explaining enough why on my prompt. PLEASE HELP. This is actually one of the schools I want to get in to.

The thing that's most important to me is the relationship that I have with my friends and family. When I was younger I had trouble making friends, but no matter how lonely I was I knew that I could always come home to my supportive family. My family has always been supportive of my dreams, they've always driven me to rehearsals, taken me to see shows, and sat in the front row during my performances. As I got older, I started making friends and although some of them have come and gone throughout the years, my best friends and I always managed to stay close. We ended up going to different schools, and over time our lives started to go down different paths due to our individual interests, but no matter what we always made our friendship a priority. From always going to each others sporting events and performances, to late nights watching movies or helping each other with math homework, the friendship that we've had is something that's extremely important to me. Growing up with such amazing friends and family has taught me the importance of letting the people you care about most know how important they are to you. The relationships I have with my friends and family are the most important thing in my life because they've helped shape me into who I am today, taught me how important it is to follow your passions, and most importantly, how to be someone that others can count on.

The thing that's most important to me is the relationship that I have with my friends and family. When I was younger I had trouble making friends, but no matter how lonely I was I knew that I could always come home to my supportive family. My family has always been supportive of my dreams, they've always driven me to rehearsals, taken me to see shows, and sat in the front row during my performances. As I got older, I started making friends and although some of them have come and gone throughout the years, my best friends and I always managed to stay close. We ended up going to different schools, and over time our lives started to go down different paths due to our individual interests, but no matter what we always made our friendship a priority. From always going to each other's sporting events and performances, to late nights watching movies or helping each other with math homework, the friendship that we've had is something that's extremely important to me. Growing up with such amazing friends and family has taught me the importance of letting the people you care about most know how important they are to you. The relationships I have with my friends and family are the most important thing in my life because they've helped shape me into who I am today, taught me how important it is to follow your passions, and most importantly, how to be someone that others can count on.

Take the Vertically Integrated Projects, as an example. Tandon offers a rare opportunity to work on 3D printed biomedical devices or vertical farming. Both programs offer distinct techniques such as using a computer aided system to create models of medical devices or using climate engineering to better the growth of plants. In addition to the unique programs; several professors are working on expanding the knowledge of biological molecules to advance human biology and biomedical engineering. Through the use of proteins they are creating methods of remedying neurodegenerative diseases and creating nanomaterial for electronics. On top of Tandon's academic side I'm also elated by the variety of student led organizations, such as the New York Water Environment Association, which will expand my understanding of environmental issues. After all, it's rare to be able to attend environmental seminars hosting a professor from Yale. It's also exciting to have the chance to join the Chinese Students and Scholars Association. It is amazing to see the club hosting a Spring Festival at NYU. During the event traditional food and games will be present, serving the NYU community by broadening the understanding of traditional culture. I had previously served the Bushwick community in a short term volunteering event where I helped keep Maria Hernandez Park clean. But by being a part of this association it provides incredible long term opportunities to connect with others that share my culture, while at the same time still serving the community in NYU and New York. With Tandon's focus on science and technology, it will allow me to achieve the American Dream. The dream created by James T. Adams: a dream of success, without concern of background or status.

Take the Vertically Integrated Projects, as an example. Tendon offers a rare opportunity to work on 3D printed biomedical devices or vertical farming. Both programs offer distinct techniques such as using a computer aided system to create models of medical devices or using climate engineering to better the growth of plants. In addition to the unique programs; several professors are working on expanding the knowledge of biological molecules to advance human biology and biomedical engineering. Through the use of proteins they are creating methods of remedying neurodegenerative diseases and creating nanomaterial for electronics. On top of Tendon's academic side I'm also elated by the variety of student led organizations, such as the New York Water Environment Association, which will expand my understanding of environmental issues. After all, it's rare to be able to attend environmental seminars hosting a professor from Yale. It's also exciting to have the chance to join the Chinese Students and Scholars Association. It is amazing to see the club hosting a Spring Festival at NYU. During the event traditional food and games will be present, serving the NYU community by broadening the understanding of traditional culture. I had previously served the Bush wick community in a short term volunteering event where I helped keep Maria Hernandez Park clean. But by being a part of this association it provides incredible long term opportunities to connect with others that share my culture, while at the same time still serving the community in NYU and New York. With Tendon's focus on science and technology, it will allow me to achieve the American Dream. The dream created by James T. Adams: a dream of success, without concern of background or status.

Is Waterloo the best engineering university in Canada? Yes. Does it have the best Cs and Se courses? Absolutely. But the most intriguing reason why I chose Waterloo is due to the opportunity to excel in career. My prodigious passion for programming and having a positive impact in the real world led me to select Software Engineering and Computer Science as my major. Waterloo is one of the most reputable universities in Silicon Valley and ranked 4th for full time hires going to Google. I believe that the Waterloo co-op program shall not only prepare me for the rigorous industry but also develop my entrepreneurship skills to create the next big thing. My interest in Waterloo intensified when I personally contacted 3 alumni from Waterloo who had work experiences at top tech companies like Google, Shopify, and Blackberry. Their positive feedback and constructive advice convinced me that I could achieve my dream of working for Google someday. In addition, courses like CS 480 and CS 486 caters to my interest in Artificial Intelligence and the advanced technology. ##Kindly help me improve this essay and feel free to mention any points I have missed out. Thank you for your response.##

Is Waterloo the best engineering university in Canada? Yes. Does it have the best Cs and Se courses? Absolutely. But the most intriguing reason why I chose Waterloo is due to the opportunity to excel in career. My prodigious passion for programming and having a positive impact in the real world led me to select Software Engineering and Computer Science as my major. Waterloo is one of the most reputable universities in Silicon Valley and ranked 4th for full time hires going to Google. I believe that the Waterloo co-op program shall not only prepare me for the rigorous industry but also develop my entrepreneurship skills to create the next big thing. My interest in Waterloo intensified when I personally contacted 3 alumni from Waterloo who had work experiences at top tech companies like Google, Shopify, and Blackberry. Their positive feedback and constructive advice convinced me that I could achieve my dream of working for Google someday. In addition, courses like CS 480 and CS 486 caters to my interest in Artificial Intelligence and the advanced technology. ##Kindly help me improve this essay and feel free to mention any points I have missed out. Thank you for your response.##

It was late August of 2004, at the Arthur Ashe Stadium in Queens, New York. I sat on my dad's shoulders as the sun scorched my skin, causing beads of sweat to stream down my face. The Stadium was silent as all 23,771 fans watched the last point of the U.S Open finals match between Roger Federer and Laten Hewitt. The sound of the ball smashing against racquet strings echoed throughout the stadium. The fans heads turned back and forth in sync, eyes hypnotized by the ball. Anticipation filled every person as the seconds passed by. Finally, Federer hit the winning shot, falling to his knees with joy. This was the day I fell in love with tennis. Tennis is ingrained in my blood. Every generation of the Orellana family has played tennis dating back to the 1930's. The walls of my grandfather's house are lined with antique rackets, pictures, medals, and trophies which serve as a constant reminder of the shared passion that ties my family together. My dad could not wait to share this passion with the new generation of the Orellana family, his children. He began coaching me before I even got the chance to learn the alphabet. His dream was for me to one day play college tennis, just as he and the majority of his family had once done. With this goal in mind, we trained all the time. My dad and I practiced for years, and the older I got the more realistic this goal became, which pushed me to train harder. I spent up to four hours every day at practice, forcing myself to become faster, think smarter, and hit harder. This soon became an ongoing, never ending cycle of constantly having to improve my game. The idea of always having to be better was mentally draining, and it forced me to ask myself a very important question: Was tennis something that I actually enjoy doing? This was a question that I pondered over for months. I knew that I had dedicated a substantial amount of my time as well as great effort into being the best player that I could possibly be. But, deep down I knew that I was not playing because it was my dream. Instead, I was playing because it was my dad's dream. At the age of sixteen I had come to the realization that becoming a college tennis player was not what I truly wanted. I could not continue to play tennis knowing it made me unhappy. My biggest fear was telling my dad. Tennis was something that we bonded over, like a piece of string that tied us together. I was afraid that my decision would disappoint him, but I knew that choosing to no longer play was a decision that I had to make for myself. Telling my dad this decision was a milestone in my life, it was the first monumental decision I had ever made. My dad's eyes flooded with disappointment the moment that I uttered the words that he feared he would one day hear. He attempted to convince me that I was too young to know what I wanted and I was letting my dreams slip through my fingers. But my mind was made up. I had made my final decision. I would no longer play tennis. I believe that this was the day that I grew up, like I jumped over an imaginary line from being a child to an adult. I realized that I had the ability to take control of my future by making my own decisions and in the process I might disappoint others, but I can never disappoint myself. Part of of growing up and becoming an adult is prioritizing yourself, which in turn means disappointing others because you are no longer putting their needs in front of your own.

It was late August 2004, at the Arthur Ashe Stadium in Queens, New York. I sat on my dad's shoulders as the sun scorched my skin, causing beads of sweat to stream down my face. The Stadium was silent as all 23,771 fans watched the last point of the U.S. Open finals match between Roger Federer and Later Hewitt. The sound of the ball smashing against racquet strings echoed throughout the stadium. The fans heads turned back and forth in sync, eyes hypnotized by the ball. Anticipation filled every person as the seconds passed by. Finally, Federer hit the winning shot, falling to his knees with joy. This was the day I fell in love with tennis. Tennis is ingrained in my blood. Every generation of the Orellana family has played tennis dating back to the 1930s. The walls of my grandfather's house are lined with antique rackets, pictures, medals, and trophies which serve as a constant reminder of the shared passion that ties my family together. My dad could not wait to share this passion with the new generation of the Orellana family, his children. He began coaching me before I even got the chance to learn the alphabet. His dream was for me to one day play college tennis, just as he and the majority of his family had once done. With this goal in mind, we trained all the time. My dad and I practiced for years, and the older I got, the more realistic this goal became, which pushed me to train harder. I spent up to four hours every day at practice, forcing myself to become faster, think smarter, and hit harder. This soon became an ongoing, never ending cycle of constantly having to improve my game. The idea of always having to be better was mentally draining, and it forced me to ask myself a very important question: Was tennis something that I actually enjoy doing? This was a question that I pondered over for months. I knew that I had dedicated a substantial amount of my time as well as great effort into being the best player that I could possibly be. But, deep down I knew that I was not playing because it was my dream. Instead, I was playing because it was my dad's dream. At the age of sixteen I had come to the realization that becoming a college tennis player was not what I truly wanted. I could not continue to play tennis knowing it made me unhappy. My biggest fear was telling my dad. Tennis was something that we bonded over, like a piece of string that tied us together. I was afraid that my decision would disappoint him, but I knew that choosing to no longer play was a decision that I had to make for myself. Telling my dad this decision was a milestone in my life, it was the first monumental decision I had ever made. My dad's eyes flooded with disappointment the moment that I uttered the words that he feared he would one day hear. He attempted to convince me that I was too young to know what I wanted, and I was letting my dreams slip through my fingers. But my mind was made up. I had made my final decision. I would no longer play tennis. Furthermore, I believe that this was the day that I grew up, like I jumped over an imaginary line from being a child to an adult. Furthermore, I realized that I had the ability to take control of my future by making my own decisions and in the process I might disappoint others, but I can never disappoint myself. Part of growing up and becoming an adult is prioritizing yourself, which in turn means disappointing others because you are no longer putting their needs in front of your own.

"Wait, are you my girlfriend?" said the 86-year-old man. I sat in front of my grandfather. To him, I was just a nice girl with a bubbly smile. He looked as if he were trying to find any familiarity in my eyes, only to be lost in a sea of uncertainty. Sitting in front of me was a man who told stories of days one could only imagine in black and white. He looked at me as if I were just some pretty girl and not the granddaughter who loved him unconditionally. Frustration overcame me as I realized that there was so much in his mind that I would never understand. I mourned the man that stood before me as if he had been dead for ages. I wasn't convinced that this was the same man that once protected me from the monsters under my bed, the man who once slew dragons and did somersaults just to put a smile on my face. He stood before me, uninviting and worn by old age. In 2016, his dementia drove him into a different home. That year, we didn't speak a word to each other. Following his leave, I went to the library and checked out all the books I could get my hands on about dementia and Alzheimer's. I was searching for books that could help me cope with this unavoidable reality of my grandfather's situation. I came across Alzheimer's Association and read that their main goal was to design environments for people with Alzheimer's Disease. I was hooked. As an artist and designer, I am able to give my grandfather a voice to be something more than just his Alzheimer's. In the past year, I've done countless projects that have allowed me to better express Alzheimer's for those who don't understand it. With art, my grandfather and I have been able to reconnect while still acknowledging the facts: Alzheimer's is a struggle, but not a hindrance. My grandfather has encouraged me to extend my understanding of design and engagement in psychology to work with people with disabilities and start conversations that have yet to be initiated. He was always so passionate about helping others and being the voice to those unable to speak up, so I intend to do the same. Monthly visits have now turned into weekly ones. He always greets me as if it's been ages since our eyes have met, and I hold on to him just a little tighter and enjoy the embrace for as long as he lets me. Though it hurts knowing that he'll never feel the gratification of looking back on his life I know he is looking forward. My grandfather has taught me that this disease stands as a motivator to keep living, to keep experiencing. I look towards my future with open arms and an open heart just as he does. Now sitting before me is no longer a stranger, just an old friend from which I still have a lot to learn.

"Wait, are you my girlfriend?" said the 86-year-old man. I sat in front of my grandfather. To him, I was just a nice girl with a bubbly smile. He looked as if he were trying to find any familiarity in my eyes, only to be lost in a sea of uncertainty. Sitting in front of me was a man who told stories of days one could only imagine in black and white. He looked at me as if I were just some pretty girl and not the granddaughter who loved him unconditionally. Frustration overcame me as I realized that there was so much in his mind that I would never understand. I mourned the man that stood before me as if he had been dead for ages. I wasn't convinced that this was the same man that once protected me from the monsters under my bed, the man who once slew dragons and did somersault just to put a smile on my face. He stood before me, uninviting and worn by old age. In 2016, his dementia drove him into a different home. That year, we didn't speak a word to each other. Following his leave, I went to the library and checked out all the books I could get my hands on about dementia and Alzheimer's. I was searching for books that could help me cope with this unavoidable reality of my grandfather's situation. I came across Alzheimer's Association and read that their main goal was to design environments for people with Alzheimer's Disease. Furthermore, I was hooked. As an artist and designer, I am able to give my grandfather a voice to be something more than just his Alzheimer's. In the past year, I've done countless projects that have allowed me to better express Alzheimer's for those who don't understand it. With art, my grandfather and I have been able to reconnect while still acknowledging the facts: Alzheimer's is a struggle, but not a hindrance. My grandfather has encouraged me to extend my understanding of design and engagement in psychology to work with people with disabilities and start conversations that have yet to be initiated. He was always so passionate about helping others and being the voice to those unable to speak up, so I intend to do the same. Monthly visits have now turned into weekly ones. He always greets me as if it's been ages since our eyes have met, and I hold on to him just a little tighter and enjoy the embrace for as long as he lets me. Though it hurts knowing that he'll never feel the gratification of looking back on his life I know he is looking forward. My grandfather has taught me that this disease stands as a motivator to keep living, to keep experiencing. I look towards my future with open arms and an open heart just as he does. Now sitting before me is no longer a stranger, just an old friend from which I still have a lot to learn.

I've always been fascinated by the butterfly effect. The phenomenon states that a change as small as a butterfly can result in large changes in a later state. When thinking back to the people and things that have occurred in my life, to shape me into the person I am today, I came across many butterfly's. Like everything else, it all begins at home. From our manners to the way we carry ourselves. Then when we grow to a certain age where we must attend school, we come across amazing people that dedicate their time to, in a way, help raise the generation of the future. I was raised in a traditional, caring and supportive environment. My parents have always been there for my siblings and I through everything we have decided to do. When I was in middle school, I joined the basketball team. I had never played a sport before and was eager to begin practice as soon as I made the team. After the first two terrible weeks I remember going home from practice more determined than ever to quit. When my dad arrived from home, I decided to tell him, and what he said afterwards I would carry with me whenever making important decisions. From that day on I learned that not only should I not quit when things get hard but instead finish something, I commit myself to. That day he didn't let me quit, instead he said that if he were to let me quit, I would go on with my life thinking it was okay for me to start something and not follow through once I've already committed myself. I ended up playing varsity, or team A as they called it, for two years. Now everything I set my mind to I must make sure I make sure to give it my everything and follow through. I'm a person of my word and when I commit myself to something, I make sure it gets done. One of my passions is art, I can date back my love for art as far as to elementary school. My school at the time dedicated an hour of the day for electives. The classes ranged from music to gym class. Once a week I went to art class. As a ten-year-old I didn't know I can create something worthy of being displayed in a place other than my school's hallway. The teacher Mr. Messimer would always encourage us to do our best in everything we created. One day we created a monster out of clay, and when I finished mine, he asked my mom if it could be submitted in an art competition. My little sculpture won and was displayed at an art museum. My parents took me to see it and the moment my ten-year-old self laid eyes on it, the feeling of accomplishment overflowed me. I felt as if I could somehow create something that people other than my mother thought was good. My art teacher helped me build confidence towards into everything I create. Whenever anyone in class would make a mistake in whatever they were making, instead of allowing them to start all over my teacher would them to try and make something out of it. To this day not only has my character changed but my passions have evolved. If it wouldn't have been for the good and the bad that has occurred in my life, I would be the person I am today.

I've always been fascinated by the butterfly effect. The phenomenon states that a change as small as a butterfly can result in large changes in a later state. When thinking back to the people and things that have occurred in my life, to shape me into the person I am today, I came across many butterflies. Like everything else, it all begins at home. From our manners to the way we carry ourselves. Then, when we grow to a certain age where we must attend school, we come across amazing people that dedicate their time to, in a way, help raise the generation of the future. I was raised in a traditional, caring and supportive environment. My parents have always been there for my siblings and I through everything we have decided to do. When I was in middle school, I joined the basketball team. I had never played a sport before and was eager to begin practice as soon as I made the team. After the first two terrible weeks I remember going home from practice more determined than ever to quit. When my dad arrived from home, I decided to tell him, and what he said afterwards I would carry with me whenever making important decisions. From that day on I learned that not only should I not quit when things get hard but instead finish something, I commit myself to. That day he didn't let me quit, instead he said that if he were to let me quit, I would go on with my life thinking it was okay for me to start something and not follow through once I've already committed myself. I ended up playing varsity, or team A as they called it, for two years. Now everything I set my mind to I must make sure I make sure to give it my everything and follow through. I'm a person of my word and when I commit myself to something, I make sure it gets done. One of my passions is art, I can date back my love for art as far as to elementary school. My school at the time dedicated an hour of the day for electives. The classes ranged from music to gym class. Once a week I went to art class. As a ten-year-old I didn't know I can create something worthy of being displayed in a place other than my school's hallway. The teacher Mr. Messier would always encourage us to do our best in everything we created. One day we created a monster out of clay, and when I finished mine, he asked my mom if it could be submitted in an art competition. My little sculpture won and was displayed at an art museum. My parents took me to see it and the moment my ten-year-old self laid eyes on it, the feeling of accomplishment overflowed me. I felt as if I could somehow create something that people other than my mother thought was good. My art teacher helped me build confidence towards into everything I create. Whenever anyone in class would make a mistake in whatever they were making, instead of allowing them to start all over my teacher would them to try and make something out of it. To this day not only has my character changed but my passions have evolved. If it hadn't been for the good and the bad that has occurred in my life, I would be the person I am today.

Need help proofreading and editing this 250 word essay for UVA. Any criticism is welcome! My favorite dish is soy sauce with white rice. Nothing more. Nothing less.I have it at least three times a week for lunch, dinner and sometimes as a snack right after I come home from school.When I was five, I would find myself downing spoonfuls of soy sauce covered rice at the dinner table before being scolded by my mother telling me to add some meat and vegetables onto my bowl. In school, I would take out anything that wasn't rice from my Thermos and eat the rice by itself(made even better if it had soy sauce). Because of my strange addiction, my friends and family would always tease me, claiming that my taste buds hadn't matured yet, but I enjoyed the dish too much to care about what they thought. Before high school, my favorite part of the dish was its taste. I loved how the salty, umami taste of the soy sauce blended in perfectly with the soft, grainy texture of the rice; the way the two ingredients effortlessly combined together without compromising each other's strengths. But now, I admire it for something else: its simplicity. Soy sauce with rice adds an element of austerity and predictability into my increasingly complex and volatile life. It is a constant standing out within an ocean of variables. My senior year has provided me with many uncertainties: college applications, AP exams, and strains on friendships. These will all come to change different parts of my identity, but one thing will never change: my love for soy sauce with white rice.

Need help proofreading and editing this 250-word essay for UVA. Any criticism is welcome! My favorite dish is soy sauce with white rice. Nothing more. Nothing less. I have it at least three times a week for lunch, dinner and sometimes as a snack right after I come home from school. When I was five, I would find myself downing spoonfuls of soy sauce covered rice at the dinner table before being scolded by my mother telling me to add some meat and vegetables onto my bowl. In school, I would take out anything that wasn't rice from my Thermos and eat the rice by itself(made even better if it had soy sauce). Because of my strange addiction, my friends and family would always tease me, claiming that my taste buds hadn't matured yet, but I enjoyed the dish too much to care about what they thought. Before high school, my favorite part of the dish was its taste. I loved how the salty, umami taste of the soy sauce blended in perfectly with the soft, grainy texture of the rice; the way the two ingredients effortlessly combined without compromising each other's strengths. But now, I admire it for something else: its simplicity. Soy sauce with rice adds an element of austerity and predictability into my increasingly complex and volatile life. It is a constant standing out within an ocean of variables. My senior year has provided me with many uncertainties: college applications, AP exams, and strains on friendships. These will all come to change different parts of my identity, but one thing will never change: my love for soy sauce with white rice.

It was the most agonizing moment of my life. I reluctantly conquered the steps leading up to the enormous, open stage. There I stood, facing the hundreds of students that were blurred by the illuminating stage lights staring straight at me. My hands shook and my face flushed with fear, but then the moment passed. I don't remember what poem I recited or even if I won; all I remembered was the cheering of the audience afterward. It was then that I realized: I loved to perform. It may seem ironic that an introvert takes comfort in performing in front of hundreds of people, but for some reason when the room quietens and all eyes divert their attention on me, I somehow muster up the courage to truly be myself. Perhaps it's because the stage often encourages oddities, but when I'm up on stage, all my insecurities disappear. My high school years presented me many opportunities to practice being in the spotlight. I loved to give class presentations, participate in school plays, and perform in violin recitals. No feeling is greater than the feeling after a successful performance - the feeling of doing what is expected of you then exceeding it. However, in order for me to be true to myself in real life, I had to realize that the character I played during performances wasn't bounded by the confines of the stage but an actual representation of myself. I learned that everyone is capable of change. When I enlisted in the army, I left behind the insecure boy from my past and took the first steps toward whom I aspired to become. I didn't hide my quirks but embraced them as I tackled this new chapter in my life. My passion may have developed on stage, but with a change of perspective, I became the best version of myself in life - to live a life that I was proud of. In a way, it's as if this whole world became my stage, and I couldn't wait make my mark. 8. Beyond what has already been shared in your application, what do you believe makes you stand out as a strong candidate for admissions to the University of California? Things to consider: If there's anything you want us to know about you, but didn't find a question or place in the application to tell us, now's your chance. What have you not shared with us that will highlight a skill, talent, challenge or opportunity that you think will help us know you better? From your point of view, what do you feel makes you an excellent choice for UC? Don't be afraid to brag a little.

It was the most agonizing moment of my life. I reluctantly conquered the steps leading up to the enormous, open stage. There I stood, facing the hundreds of students that were blurred by the illuminating stage lights staring straight at me. My hands shook, and my face flushed with fear, but then the moment passed. I don't remember what poem I recited or even if I won; all I remembered was the cheering of the audience afterward. It was then that I realized: I loved to perform. It may seem ironic that an introvert takes comfort in performing in front of hundreds of people, but for some reason when the room quietens and all eyes divert their attention on me, I somehow muster up the courage to truly be myself. Perhaps it's because the stage often encourages oddities, but when I'm up on stage, all my insecurities disappear. My high school years presented me many opportunities to practice being in the spotlight. I loved to give class presentations, participate in school plays, and perform in violin recitals. No feeling is greater than the feeling after a successful performance - the feeling of doing what is expected of you then exceeding it. However, in order for me to be true to myself in real life, I had to realize that the character I played during performances wasn't bounded by the confines of the stage but an actual representation of myself. I learned that everyone is capable of change. When I enlisted in the army, I left behind the insecure boy from my past and took the first steps toward whom I aspired to become. I didn't hide my quirks but embraced them as I tackled this new chapter in my life. My passion may have developed on stage, but with a change of perspective, I became the best version of myself in life - to live a life that I was proud of. In a way, it's as if this whole world became my stage, and I couldn't wait make my mark. 8. Beyond what has already been shared in your application, what do you believe makes you stand out as a strong candidate for admissions to the University of California? Things to consider: If there's anything you want us to know about you, but didn't find a question or place in the application to tell us, now's your chance. What have you not shared with us that will highlight a skill, talent, challenge or opportunity that you think will help us know you better? From your point of view, what do you feel makes you an excellent choice for UC? Don't be afraid to brag a little.

During winter break last year, I asked my mum whether she could drive me to Sephora to which she replied in the negative. The reason she gave for why she could not take me to Sephora was because she had work then after work she had classes at the local community college. For the past month I had asked her for different services such as going to school events with me and she had always declined them because of her work and school. For that reason, hearing her say no to this request was the last straw for me. I erupted at her and run to my room, slamming the door. Looking back at that moment now, I am deeply ashamed of how puerile I behaved. I moved to the United States from Ghana, a small West African country, just two years ago and like many other families, my family moved here to get a better life. Growing up in Ghana with my mother was enjoyable; I was around my family, the food was delectable, and it was almost always sunny. However, our lives were not always easy. The salary my mum earned from her modest paying job would go towards my school fees, her school fees, and her siblings who needed help. This often led to us having as little as GH¢ 50 which is $11.31 for a week. Even though we went through difficult times, my mother always supported my education because she knew its benefit. In middle school when I was falling back in class, she would stay up late every night, tutoring me because we could not afford a tutor. Additionally, when I won the spelling bee in middle school and had to travel to to represent my school, my mother worked overtime to be able to pay the fees needed. After years my mother was finally able to earn her Master of Business Administration degree. Unfortunately, her degree was deemed worthless in America. Nevertheless instead of giving up, she started taking accounting classes online determined to work as an accountant here. In addition to this she started working as a sales associate to be able to provide for me and the rest of her family back in Ghana. Even though my mother gets physically and emotionally worn out from work and school, she has always been there to encourage me, especially throughout this wearying college application process. This woman is without a doubt, my role model and seeing how she never gives up has inspired me to never give up and work hard so that her years of sacrifice would not be in vain. She has also taught me to value education because for families like mine, education is the way we can change our stories. If you have any suggestions, it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

During winter break last year, I asked my mum whether she could drive me to Sephora to which she replied in the negative. The reason she gave for why she could not take me to Sephora was because she had work then after work she had classes at the local community college. For the past month I had asked her for different services such as going to school events with me, and she had always declined them because of her work and school. For that reason, hearing her say no to this request was the last straw for me. I erupted at her and run to my room, slamming the door. Looking back at that moment now, I am deeply ashamed of how puerile I behaved. I moved to the United States from Ghana, a small West African country, just two years ago and like many other families, my family moved here to get a better life. Growing up in Ghana with my mother was enjoyable; I was around my family, the food was delectable, and it was almost always sunny. However, our lives were not always easy. The salary my mum earned from her modest paying job would go towards my school fees, her school fees, and her siblings who needed help. This often led to us having as little as GHz 50 which is $11.31 for a week. Even though we went through difficult times, my mother always supported my education because she knew its benefit. In middle school when I was falling back in class, she would stay up late every night, tutoring me because we could not afford a tutor. Additionally, when I won the spelling bee in middle school and had to travel to represent my school, my mother worked overtime to be able to pay the fees needed. After years my mother was finally able to earn her Master of Business Administration degree. Unfortunately, her degree was deemed worthless in America. Nevertheless instead of giving up, she started taking accounting classes online determined to work as an accountant here. In addition to this she started working as a sales associate to be able to provide for me and the rest of her family back in Ghana. Even though my mother gets physically and emotionally worn out from work and school, she has always been there to encourage me, especially throughout this wearying college application process. This woman is without a doubt, my role model and seeing how she never gives up has inspired me to never give up and work hard so that her years of sacrifice would not be in vain. She has also taught me to value education because for families like mine, education is the way we can change our stories. If you have any suggestions, it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Hey guys, could you take a look at my Yale supplemental essays? I suppose they are not that good - do you have any advice in this case? Biology (Molecular, Cellular and Developmental) and Chemistry. "See the beauty of the tiniest things", my grandma always said. There is probably no better definition for Chemistry and Biology than this phrase.Think on the Milky Way, one galaxy among 200,000,000,000 others in the Universe. Among its more than 100,000,000,000 stars, there is a tiny one called "Sun". Orbiting it, there is a pale blue dot, just like any rocky planet of that system, but, if you look closely, you will find us. The beauty of Biology and Chemistry lays at understanding the intricated harmony of this diminutive spectacle we call "life". When I first heard Liszt's "Liebestraum no. 3", I had been drawn to that tempestuous story been told to me with such a powerful mute expression. This power of translating our feelings without words made me start playing the piano two years ago, despite already being old. What appeals to me the most at Yale is not having to give up on this new passion while majoring Biology and Chemistry and working to use apoptosis as a therapeutical treatment for maladies like cancer, merging, every day, Science - the language of the world - and Music - the language of the emotions. [This ending is terrible] What inspires me to learn every day is knowing that, in a universe of at least 13.8 billion light-years, with roughly two billions galaxies, we don't even know how exactly plants make photosynthesis. I would ask Gauss: "Herr Gauss, since science intends to allow to understand the world, as our knowledge becomes progressively more specialized, how can we still make it accessible even for the lay people?" Understanding the world: how science shaped History, Philosophy, Arts and Literature by changing how we see ourselves and our universe. I will probably be the guy of the bad jokes, the coffee black as death and the Futhark runes, always there to back people up. In return, I wish my suitemates to reveal their passions and quirky side. Thank you in advance!

Hey guys, could you take a look at my Yale supplemental essays? I suppose they are not that good - do you have any advice in this case? Biology (Molecular, Cellular and Developmental) and Chemistry. "See the beauty of the tiniest things", my grandma always said. There is probably no better definition for Chemistry and Biology than this phrase. Think on the Milky Way, one galaxy among 200,000,000,000 others in the Universe. Among its more than 100,000,000,000 stars, there is a tiny one called "Sun". Orbiting it, there is a pale blue dot, just like any rocky planet of that system, but, if you look closely, you will find us. The beauty of Biology and Chemistry lays at understanding the intricate harmony of this diminutive spectacle we call "life". When I first heard Liszt's "Lebensraum no. 3", I had been drawn to that tempestuous story been told to me with such a powerful mute expression. This power of translating our feelings without words made me start playing the piano two years ago, despite already being old. What appeals to me the most at Yale is not having to give up on this new passion while majoring Biology and Chemistry and working to use apoptosis as a therapeutic treatment for maladies like cancer, merging, every day, Science - the language of the world - and Music - the language of the emotions. [This ending is terrible] What inspires me to learn every day knows that, in a universe of at least 13.8 billion light-years, with roughly two billions galaxies, we don't even know how exactly plants make photosynthesis. I would ask Gauss: "Herr Gauss, since science intends to allow understanding the world, as our knowledge becomes progressively more specialized, how can we still make it accessible even for the lay people?" Understanding the world: how science shaped History, Philosophy, Arts and Literature by changing how we see ourselves and our universe. I will probably be the guy of the bad jokes, the coffee black as death and the Fut hark runes, always there to back people up. In return, I wish my suite mates to reveal their passions and quirky side. Thank you in advance!

While studying at Berkeley for the past year, I came to realize that one of the most common questions asked is my choice of major. While others can answer this question with a simple "I study electrical engineering" or "I am a business major," my response is a little more complicated. I intend to double major in both biology and business. When I voice this choice of major, I am almost always met with a confused expression, often followed by a "why would you do that to yourself?" The truth is that I have noticed that business knowledge is vital for almost every career field, since the free market is the main driving force of innovation. Even as I interned at Lam Research this summer- a company where I was focused on running chemical processes- the key aspects of business were everywhere. We had to speed up the reactions in the chamber in order to cut costs, we had to change our process settings to our customer's specifications in order to build customer relations, and we had to complete our recipe in time in order to improve company earnings for that quarter. Through this, I learned that knowledge of business principles is essential to working in the industry. This is the reason why, after I complete my undergraduate studies, I wish to pursue a dual MDMBA degree. I want to open my own practice in the future, and I will need to learn the foundations of business in order to achieve this goal. That is why a business degree from Haas is essential. I want to learn about different business models, strategies and applications for my own business. I want to learn how to create a professional network for my business, how to finance it, and how to market it properly. All of these are skills that I can learn from Berkeley Haas. This desire to learn is one of the Haas defining principles, and it resonates with me intensely. I believe that I can learn a lot from the world of business even while working in a biological field. Business strategies have already been applied to technological fields, which was a major factor for the technological revolution of the 21st century, so why not apply these strategies to medicine? That is why, even though my choice of major may be surprising at first, it is essential to achieving my goals in the future.

While studying at Berkeley for the past year, I came to realize that one of the most common questions asked is my choice of major. While others can answer this question with a simple "I study electrical engineering" or "I am a business major," my response is a little more complicated. I intend to double major in both biology and business. When I voice this choice of major, I am almost always met with a confused expression, often followed by a "why would you do that to yourself?" The truth is that I have noticed that business knowledge is vital for almost every career field, since the free market is the main driving force of innovation. Even as I interned at Lam Research this summer- a company where I was focused on running chemical processes-the key aspects of business were everywhere. We had to speed up the reactions in the chamber in order to cut costs, we had to change our process settings to our customer's specifications in order to build customer relations, and we had to complete our recipe in time in order to improve company earnings for that quarter. Through this, I learned that knowledge of business principles is essential to working in the industry. This is the reason why, after I complete my undergraduate studies, I wish to pursue a dual MAMBA degree. I want to open my own practice in the future, and I will need to learn the foundations of business in order to achieve this goal. That is why a business degree from Haas is essential. I want to learn about different business models, strategies and applications for my own business. I want to learn how to create a professional network for my business, how to finance it, and how to market it properly. All of these are skills that I can learn from Berkeley Haas. This desire to learn is one of the Haas defining principles, and it resonates with me intensely. I believe that I can learn a lot from the world of business even while working in a biological field. Business strategies have already been applied to technological fields, which was a major factor for the technological revolution of the 21st century, so why not apply these strategies to medicine? That is why, even though my choice of major may be surprising at first, it is essential to achieve my goals in the future.

A year had passed away since I joined my new boarding school, the scene includes one of what I can consider life-changing moments. It's me, passing by the assembly room in my school, glimpsing those dusty black and white keys. I entered the room, cleaned my instrument and almost remembered my new jazz version of Amazing Grace. The one that includes getting me out of the expression "close but no cigar." I knew Instantly that I had the opportunity to do it in the past, though it was the paralyzing fear, the doubt of walking in the route that you made for yourself, just for you. It's me again, deciding not to wait in the line as many others do. The setting holds one of my galvanizing decisions in life: one that includes the decision to rule my life as if I would play them in a piece of Jazz. I loved driving everything by the rules of it, adding that out of scale chord, sharpening that fifth or maybe flattening the ninth astonished me by how many possibilities can you really add up to any piece that would not be expected to sound that great, even if it was so simple that nothing could be added to it. I was first puzzled by how every individual chord sounded dissonant and not relieving to my ear, but I later realized that it would be so satisfying to play that G major chord with the flattened fifth and ninth going to the C minor chord rather than playing the G major chord without any alteration. The secret was to know where your destination is, and where you are sitting on right now, and upon these, you can decide the way you desire to get off the rules. I have always tried executing the right decisions, the ones that might typically lead to a favoured destination and desirable outcomes to anyone, but I preferred mine to be with exceptional alteration. I remember when I tried to do it many times, and the dice were always loaded against me. The results were still not consonant to my ears; it was expected to happen as it happened to many of the successful people who started their own business or worked by themselves and experienced failure. It was evident for failure to occur because nobody has done it before, only you will furiously try your pristine route, and I learned how to take that risk from jazz. A memory then called back in my mind. I did recognize that scene well. It's my failure in a Math quiz back in my preparatory stage. I was harmonizing that right-angled triangle with those borrowed chords, the trigonometric ones that I learned online, rather than the simple Pythagorean that could solve the problem just in a flash. According to the reality, these chords were not settled in my year's curriculum. I knew that well; my approach always tends to be the peculiar one. I wanted to translate these borrowed chords, the passing ones, and the 2-5-1 progression into the answer sheet, maybe added with an offbeat rhythm to feel the jazz thrill. The next day, the picture includes our math teacher challenging the students to solve a problem that includes a triangle with just one side and angle known. Surprisingly, jazz did it! It was the only which did so. Then, the teacher looked at the unique solution to the problem, he then stared and exclaimed "Now I knew why you failed yesterday," he said with a smirk. From that moment, I was one of that teacher's special students. I really appreciate what that unique alteration allowed me to accomplish in my life, that feeling to be different and create your very own harmony in your life let me view myself as someone who is special by his life notes transcription.

A year had passed away since I joined my new boarding school, the scene includes one of what I can consider life-changing moments. It's me, passing by the assembly room in my school, glimpsing those dusty black and white keys. I entered the room, cleaned my instrument and almost remembered my new jazz version of Amazing Grace. The one that includes getting me out of the expression "close but no cigar." I knew Instantly that I had the opportunity to do it in the past, though it was the paralyzing fear, the doubt of walking in the route that you made for yourself, just for you. It's me again, deciding not to wait in the line as many others do. The setting holds one of my galvanizing decisions in life: one that includes the decision to rule my life as if I would play them in a piece of Jazz. I loved driving everything by the rules of it, adding that out of scale chord, sharpening that fifth or maybe flattening the ninth astonished me by how many possibilities can you really add up to any piece that would not be expected to sound that great, even if it was so simple that nothing could be added to it. I was first puzzled by how every individual chord sounded dissonant and not relieving to my ear, but I later realized that it would be so satisfying to play that G major chord with the flattened fifth and ninth going to the C minor chord rather than playing the G major chord without any alteration. The secret was to know where your destination is, and where you are sitting on right now, and upon these, you can decide the way you desire to get off the rules. I have always tried executing the right decisions, the ones that might typically lead to a favored destination and desirable outcomes to anyone, but I preferred mine to be with exceptional alteration. I remember when I tried to do it many times, and the dice were always loaded against me. The results were still not consonant to my ears; it was expected to happen as it happened to many of the successful people who started their own business or worked by themselves and experienced failure. It was evident for failure to occur because nobody has done it before, only you will furiously try your pristine route, and I learned how to take that risk from jazz. A memory then called back in my mind. I did recognize that scene well. It's my failure in a Math quiz back in my preparatory stage. I was harmonizing that right-angled triangle with those borrowed chords, the trigonometric ones that I learned online, rather than the simple Pythagorean that could solve the problem just in a flash. According to the reality, these chords were not settled in my year's curriculum. I knew that well; my approach always tends to be the peculiar one. I wanted to translate these borrowed chords, the passing ones, and the 2-5-1 progression into the answer sheet, maybe added with an offbeat rhythm to feel the jazz thrill. The next day, the picture includes our math teacher challenging the students to solve a problem that includes a triangle with just one side and angle known. Surprisingly, jazz did it! It was the only which did so. Then, the teacher looked at the unique solution to the problem, he then stared and exclaimed "Now I knew why you failed yesterday," he said with a smirk. From that moment, I was one of that teacher's special students. I really appreciate what that unique alteration allowed me to accomplish in my life, that feeling to be different and create your very own harmony in your life let me view myself as someone who is special by his life notes transcription.

In most of traditional Asian families, the younger siblings must model themselves on their elders. Yes, my family is not an exception: my parents always suppose me to be a shadow of my scholarly older sister who aimed for all the highest scores in her class. Since childhood, my thought was that I had the worst out of all my family members because I was never allowed to do anything inferior than what my sister had accomplished in her class. Due to my parents' extreme expectations on my ability to follow my older sister for almost my childhood, I always felt that I was a bogus duplication of her. If she can be the top of her class, I must perform as the same way. Unfortunately, I cannot stand still at home for a day sticking into studying desk but run directly to the bookstore and read whatever I identified interesting. I found it was such onerous duty to comprehend all of the metaphor and simile in every poetic passage in literature but math formulas and medical encyclopedia pages seem to intrigue my curiosity for science. For every time I was too exhausted to replicate my sister's work, the typical response of my family and relatives is: "Your sister can do it, can't she? So, why can't you?" However, they do not realize that just like Zethus and Amphion, we are distinct in abilities and characteristics. What came to an end was when I was in grade 9th, I was deeply enamored with Biology that I chose this major to enter high school instead of English like my sister. This decision caused one of the most significant argument between my parents and me. At that time, they told me that I would quit it early, and it would be the worst choice I had ever made. In that moment, I knew there was only myself in this battle to fight against for all the criticisms and evince to my parents that I could do it. I had nothing to lose, and yet, no excuse for not doing my best. When I struggled with heredity principles and assignments, I remembered to all the astringent comments from my parents when I started my way, so that I stayed myself at desk for studying incessantly. When I cannot figure out the plants' structure, I thought about the dismissive complaints about me from those relatives telling that I was not proper enough to chase this field. And whenever I felt all the way down in mechanism of animals, I reminded myself of what I had been through so far that I kept following this path by myself. From those years, besides achievements I attained in Biology and erudite competitions that my sister was not able to participate in, I have learned to adapt, to solve conundrums with little to no resources. Like many severe times to get over what my sister did before, I choose to approach difficulties with optimism and determination, deal and turn them into positive opportunities. Gradually, I am flexible with all of the strenuous circumstances and always put all of my efforts into it without distress. Pursuing in Biology field keeps my head to follow, and family conditions trained me to ascertain my path with arduous attempts. Until today, even suffering between accomplishments and failures, I am always proud of choosing to be myself instead of being anyone's shadow. This life-changing decision not only reminds me to pursue my passion in Biology but also make me work assiduously to seek what I am highly aiming for at the present and the future.

In most of traditional Asian families, the younger siblings must model themselves on their elders. Yes, my family is not an exception: my parents always suppose me to be a shadow of my scholarly older sister who aimed for all the highest scores in her class. Since childhood, my thought was that I had the worst out of all my family members because I was never allowed to do anything inferior to what my sister had accomplished in her class. Due to my parents' extreme expectations on my ability to follow my older sister for almost my childhood, I always felt that I was a bogus duplication of her. If she can be the top of her class, I must perform as the same way. Unfortunately, I cannot stand still at home for a day sticking into studying desk but run directly to the bookstore and read whatever I identified interesting. I found it was such onerous duty to comprehend all the metaphor and simile in every poetic passage in literature but math formulas and medical encyclopedia pages seem to intrigue my curiosity for science. For every time I was too exhausted to replicate my sister's work, the typical response of my family and relatives is: "Your sister can do it, can't she? So, why can't you?" However, they do not realize that just like Thus and Amnion, we are distinct in abilities and characteristics. What came to an end was when I was in grade 9th, I was deeply enamored with Biology that I chose this major to enter high school instead of English like my sister. This decision caused one of the most significant argument between my parents and me. At that time, they told me that I would quit it early, and it would be the worst choice I had ever made. At that moment, I knew there was only myself in this battle to fight against for all the criticisms and evince to my parents that I could do it. I had nothing to lose, and yet, no excuse for not doing my best. When I struggled with heredity principles and assignments, I remembered to all the astringent comments from my parents when I started my way, so that I stayed myself at desk for studying incessantly. When I cannot figure out the plants' structure, I thought about the dismissive complaints about me from those relatives telling that I was not proper enough to chase this field. And whenever I felt all the way down in mechanism of animals, I reminded myself of what I had been through so far that I kept following this path by myself. From those years, besides achievements I attained in Biology and erudite competitions that my sister was not able to participate in, I have learned to adapt, to solve conundrums with little to no resources. Like many severe times to get over what my sister did before, I choose to approach difficulties with optimism and determination, deal and turn them into positive opportunities. Gradually, I am flexible with all the strenuous circumstances and always put all of my efforts into it without distress. Pursuing in Biology field keeps my head to follow, and family conditions trained me to ascertain my path with arduous attempts. Until today, even suffering between accomplishments and failures, I am always proud of choosing to be myself instead of being anyone's shadow. This life-changing decision not only reminds me to pursue my passion in Biology but also make me work assiduously to seek what I am highly aiming for at the present and the future.