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。塑造自我
。塑造自我
。塑造自我
。塑造自我。塑造自我
A For m ation of Self
Before even t ouching t he cam era, I m ade a list of som e of t he phot ographs I would
take: web covered with w ater, gr im ace reflect ed in the calculat or screen, hand
holding a t iny round m irr or w her e j ust m y ey e is visible, cat’s striped u nderbelly as
he jum ps t owar d t he lens, m anh ole covers, hand holding a t ranslucent section of
orange, pink ies partak ing of a pink ie swear, m idsect ion wit h j eans, hair held ou t
sideway s at ar m ’s lengt h, bot tom of foot , soap on face. This, I think is akin t o a
form at ion of self. Perhaps I hav e had the revelations ev en if the ph otos are nev er
taken.
I already know t he dual strain s t he biographers w ill t alk abou t, strains twisting
th rough a life. The com binat ion is em bodied here: I writ e joyfully, in t he m argin of
my lab book , beside a diagr am of a beaker, I solat ed it today, Beaut iful wispy
st rands, spider w ebs suspended below t he surface, delicate t endrils, cloudy w hit e,
lyrical, elegant DNA! This is DNA! So beaut iful!
I should have been a Renaissan ce m an. I t kills m e t o choose a field ( t o choose
bet ween the sciences an d the hum anit ies! ) . My m ind roam s, I wide- eyed, int o
inf init e caverns and loops. I should fly ! Let m e dev our t he air, dissolve every th ing
int o m y bloodstream , learn!
The elem ent s are boun dless, bu t, if asked t o isolat e t hem , I can see t angles ar ound
m edicine and writ ing. The t rick will be to int egrat e them into a w hole, and then
m aybe I can t ake t he phot ograph. Aahh , is it alr eady t here, n o? Cant you see it? I
invoke t he Daedalus in m e, ever yt hin g t hat has gone in to m ak ing m e, hopin g it w ill
be m y liberation.
Music is one such elem ent. The experience of plying in an orchestra from t he inside
is an investigat ion int o subj ectiv it y. I t is rem iniscent of Heisenberg’s uncert aint y
prin ciple: the m ore one know s the speed of a par ticle, t he less one know s it s
position. Nam ely t he position of t he obser ver m at t ers and affects t he su bstance of
the observat ion; even science is em bracing em bodim ent . I see splashes of bright
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rain in v iolin arpeggios fading away in singed circles, a clar inet solo fades blu e to
black, and a flu te har m ony leaves us m oving sidew ays, a pr egnant silence, th e
tr um pet s inter rupt w it h t he sm ell of light nin g. Per haps in the audience you wou ld
sense som ething else.
I t hink of rowing as m edit ation. Pshoow, huh, aaah ; pshoow, h uh, aaah. I can close
my eyes an d still hear it . We glide over reflected sky… and lean. And defy t he request
for leader ship positions,” laugh at it, because it m isses t he ent ir e point , that we are
int egral, one or ganism . I hear t he oars cut the w ater, shunk shu nk; t here are no
leader s.
Once I hear d an echo from all quarter s.Do not rush,” said t he conductor,follow t he
bat on.” Do not rush,” said t he coach, wat ch t he body in fr ont of you.” Do not rush.
I w rite about charact ers wor ds: how t hey use wor ds, h ow they m anipulat e them ,
how they creat e t heir ow n realit ies; w or ds used dangerously, f lippant ly, talk ing at
cross pur poses, deliberately being v ague; t he nature of t alking, of wor ds and
realit ies. Perh aps min e has been a flight of f ancy too. But , com e on, it s in t he wor ds,
a person, a locus, som ewher e in t he w ords. I ts all w ords. I love t he w ords.
I should be a w rit er, bu t I w ill be a doctor, and out of t he philosoph ical t ension I will
create a self.
ANALYSI S
This essay is a good exam ple of an essay that show s rat her t han t ells the reader who
th e au thor is. Through excit ed language an d illustrat iv e anecdot es, she offers a
com plex pictur e of her m u lt ifaceted n atu re.
The writ ing is as fluid as it s subj ect m at t er. One paragr aph r un s in to the n ext wit h
lit tle br eak for t ransition or ex plicit connection. I t has th e feel of an ecst atic
st ream -of- consciousness, m oving rapidly tow ard a clim actic end.
The aut hor is as im m ediat e as she is m y st erious. Sh e creat es an d intim at e
relat ionship wit h her reader, while cont inuously keeping him / her in the dark as she
ju m ps from one m ent al tw ist t o anoth er.
She openly exposes her char ged t hough ts, yet leaves t he t ies betw een t hem
uncem ent ed. This creates an unpr edictabilit y t hat is risky bu t effect ive.
St ill, one ou gh t t o be wary in present ing as essay of t his sort . The pot ent ial for
obliqueness is high, and, even here, t he reader is at t im es left in confusion
regarding t he coher ence of t he whole. Gran ted the essay is about confluence of
seem ing opposit es, but poetic license should n ot obscure im por tant content . This
particular essay could have been m ade st ronger wit h a more ex plicit recur ring
them e t o help keep t he r eader f ocused.
I n gener al, t hou gh, t his essay stands out as a bold, im passioned present at ion of self.
I t lingers in t he m em or y as an ent angled w eb of an int ricat e m ind.
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Grow in g U p
Gr owing Up
I m shor t. I m fiv e foot five w ell, fiv e foot six if I want t o im press som eone. I f t he
average height of Am erican m en is f ive foot t en, t hat m eans I’m nearly half a foot
short er t han the average Joe ou t t here. And then t here are th e basket ball players.
My heigh t has alway s been som et hing that’s set m e apar t; it ’s helped define m e. I t’s
ju st t hat as lon g as I can rem em ber, I havent liked t he definition v ery m uch . Every
Sunday in grade school m y dad and I would w at ch ESPN Pr im etim e Foot ball. Playing
wit h friends at hom e, I always im agined the boom ing ESPN voice of Chr is Ber m an
giving th e play- by-play of ou r str eet foot ball gam es. But no m at ter how well I
perfor m ed at hom e wit h friends, during school recess the st igm a ofshort kid st uck
with m e w hile choosing team s.
St ill concerned as senior y ear rolled alon g, I v isited a gr ow th specialist. Pacing t he
exam room in a shak y, ellipt ical or bit wor ried, What if I ve stopped gr owing? Will
my social st atus forever be m ark ed by my short ness?” I n a grade school dream , I
im agined Chris ESPN Berm an’s voice as he an alyzed the fant astic cat ch I had
m ade for a t ouchdown when wit h a star t the doctor st rode in. dam p wit h nervous
sweat, I sat qu ietly wit h m y m om as he show ed us t he X-ray t aken of m y hand. The
bones in my sevent een-year- old body had m at ur ed. I w ould not gr ow any m ore.
Whoa. I clenched t he steering wheel in frust rat ion as I drove hom e. What good w er e
my grades and college t ranscript achievem ent s when ev en my fr iends pok ed fun
of t he short kid? What good was it to pray, or to genuinely liv e a life of love? No
m atter how many Taekwondo m edals I had won, could I ever be considered t ru ly
ath letic in a wiry, five foot five f ram e? I could be dar k and handsom e, bu t could I
ever be th etall in t all, dar k and han dsom e ? All I wan ted was som eone special to
look up int o m y eyes; all I wanted was som eone t o ask, Could you r each t hat for
m e?”
I t ’s been hard t o deal with. I hav ent answered all those questions, but I have
learned that height isnt all it ’s made out t o be. I ‘d rat her be a shorter,
com passionat e person th an a t all t yrant . I can be a giant in so m any ot her ways:
int ellect ually, spiritu ally an d emotionally.
I ve ironically gr own t aller from being short . I t s enr iched m y life. Being shor t has
certain ly had it s advant ages. Dur ing elem ent ar y school in eart hquake- prone
California f or exam ple, m y teachers const ant ly praised m y duck and cover skills.
The school budget was tight and t he desks wer e so sm all an occasion al lim b could
alway s be seen st ick ing out. Yet Chris Shim , blessed in heigh t, always m anaged to
squeeze him self into a com pact and safe fet al position. The sam e qualit y has paid off
in hide-and- go- seek . ( I m t he unofficial cham pion on m y block.)
Lincoln once debat ed w it h Senat or Steph en A. Douglas a m agnificent orat or,
nationally r ecognized as the leader of t he Dem ocratic Par ty of 1858 and bar ely fiv e
feet four inches t all. I t seem s silly, but st anding on t he floor of t he Senat e last year
I r em em ber ed Senat or Douglas an d im agined that I w ould on e day debate wit h a
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fut ure president . ( I t helped t o have a tall, lank y, bear ded m an w it h a st ove- t op hat
talk with m e that aft ernoon .) But I cou ld j ust as easily becom e an astronau t, if not
for m y childlike, gaping-m out h- eyes-strain ing w onderm en t of the st ar s, then
m aybe in the hope of growing a few inches ( the spine spontaneously expands in t he
absence of gravit y) .
Even at five feet , six in ches, the act or Dust in Hoffm an held his own against Tom e
Cruise in t he mov ie Rainm an and went on to win his second Academy Award for Best
Actor. Michael J. Fox ( 55 ) constant ly uses taller actor s t o his com edic advant age.
Height has enh anced t he at hleticism of Muggsy Bogues, the shortest player in t he
hist ory of t he NBA at five foot t hree. He’s u sed that edge t o lead his bask et ball t eam
in steals ( they don’t call him Muggsy for not hing) . Their height has put no lim its to
th eir wor k in t he arts or at hlet ics. Neit her w ill mine.
I m five foot fiv e. I ve stru ggled w it h it at t im es, but I ve realized t hat being five-five
can’t st op m e from j oining the Senat e. I t wont stem my dr eam of becom ing an
ast ronaut ( I ev en have t he application fr om NASA) . My height can t prev ent m e
fr om dir ect ing a m ovie and excelling in Taekwondo ( or even basket ball) . At five foot
five I can lau gh , j um p, r un , dance, write, paint , help, volun teer, pr ay, lov e an d cry.
I can break 100 in bow ling. I can sing along to Nat King Cole. I can recit e Audrey
Hepbur ns lines from Breakfast at Tiffany s. I can r un t he m ile in under six m inutes,
dance like a w ild m onkey and be h opelessly w rapped up in a good book ( thou gh I
have yet t o m aster t he abilit y to do it all at once) . I ve learned that m y h eight , even
as a defining character ist ic, is only a part of t he whole. I t wont lim it m e. Besides,
th is way I ll n ever out grow m y favor it e sweat er.
ANALYSI S
Gr owing Up follows t he for m of discussing a physical or char act er t rait , and
explor ing it s im pact on ones lif e. Shim s strat egy is for t he reader to underst and his
fr ust rations w ith his height , a phy sical character ist ic t hat has played a great role in
the w ay he sees him self am on g his f am ily, fr iends, an d peers.
This piece wor ks because it is to t he point , h onest, an d st raight-forward. The
opening, Im shor t,” deliv ers a clear m essage to th e reader of t he essays m ain idea.
As the essay pr ogr esses, Shim r eveals his per sonal feelings and aspir ation s. He
giv es us a window int o t he ver y m om ent of discov ery that he would n o longer be
able to grow. We are taken on a tour of what m akes Shim tick. Being short has
shaped and influenced his out look on t he wor ld, y et it has not dim inished his goals.
I t is personal, yet rem ains posit ive. He recognizes bot h the benefits and negat ives of
his short st atur e and is able to convey t hem in a t hou ght ful m anner. Fur ther m ore,
th e essay not on ly let s u s into Shim ’s t houghts on being sm all but tells us his v aried
int erest s in politics, space explorat ion, spor t s, an d t he ar t s. Sh im hasn’t j ust told us
how his height doesn’t lim it him he has shown us why.
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Pie ces of M e
Pieces of Me
-- - - Sandra E. Pullm an
The black an d w hit e com posit ion book is faded, an d t he corner s are bent . I t doesnt
lie flat as m any paper clips m ar k favor ite places. Alm ost every sheet is cover ed wit h
writing som e in bold handw rit ing hardly revised, ot hers u ncer tainly j ot ted down
com plet ely m arked up and rewr itt en. Flipping t hr ough t he t hin pages, I sm ile,
rem em ber ing fr om careless thought s t o assassinat e pr ose t o precisely wor ded
poem s, th is j ournal m ar ks a y ear of m y life as a writ er.
I n j unior year, m y English teacher asked us t o keep a j our nal for creat ive wr it ing, as
a release fr om other wise st ressful days. We were free to write on any topic we chose.
From t h en on as oft en as I could, I would st eal away to t he old w ooden rocking chair
in t he corner of m y r oom and t ake t im e off t o writ e.
As I now tr y to answer t he question of who am I for t his essay, I im m ediat ely t hin k
of m y j our nal.
I am a writ er.
My writ ing is t he m ost int ensely per sonal part of m e. I pour m y heart out int o m y
jou rnal and am incredibly pr ot ect ive of it . I t s difficu lt for m e t o han dle criticism or
change rej ect ion:
I can t ell he wouldn’t r ead it r ight w ouldn t let t he m eaning sink int o h im slow and
delicious it w ould sound aw ful through his careless eyes I want him t o open him self
up t o it and let in a piece of m e I wan t him to know t his side of m e no one ev er h as
I w ant him t o be the one t o understand let m e see he pr ods once m ore I t ell m yself
th is tim e I ’ll do it I let m yself go but as it passes int o his rough h ands I see it for the
first t im e it s aw kward and wrong j ust lik e me I sn atch it back fr om him and cru m ble
it it falls with har dly a noise int o t he t rash
I am a child.
Grow ing up, I w ould alw ays r ide m y bike ov er to t he elem ent ar y sch ool across t he
st reet and int o the woods behind it . Crab apple trees scent ed t he fall air and t he
winding dirt pat hs went on for ever. I ’d dr op m y bike at the base of a t ree and clim b
as high as I could. All aft ernoon I would sit in t hese trees whose branches curved out
a seat seem ingly m ade j ust f or m e.
One day I biked across t he street to com e face t o face with const ruct ion t rucks.
Those woods are now a par king lot. I cry every t im e I see car s par ked where m y crab
apple trees once stood:
He allowed t he sweet sadness t o linger
As h e cont em plated a world
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That h e k new t oo m u ch about .
I am a dau ght er, a cousin, a gr eat- niece.
My fam ily is very im por t ant to m e. My m ot her has a huge extended fam ily and we all
get t oget her once a year for a r eunion. I play wit h m y lit tle cousins and t oss t hem in
th e air t o t heir squealing delight . Many of my r elat ives ar e elderly, howev er, an d I
find it har d to deal wit h serious illness in t hese people I lov e. I am also deathly af raid
of gr owin g old and losing all sense of m yself. When visiting relat ives, I hav e t o come
to t erms wit h t hese feelings:
Wit h t h e t oe of m y sneaker, I push at the ancient pale y ellow carpet. Like all t he
item s in th e apart m ent , it is way past it s prim e. I t is m at t ed down in m ost places,
pressed int o t he f loor fr om y ears of peoples shoes t raversing back and for th . I t will
nev er be as nice as it once was, that m uch is cert ain. At hom e it would be pulled up,
thr own out, not t olerated in an ev er- m ov ing you ng fam ily, n ot fitt in g in wit h all t he
useful, m odern su rr oundings. But her e, in this for eign, m usty apartm ent wher e m y
great-aunt an d uncle have lived so long t hat t hey seem t o blend right into t he faded
wallpaper, the carpet is a par t of the scenery. I t could not be rem oved any m ore th an
th e floor it self.
I am a friend.
I will alway s treasure m em or ies of sleep- aw ay cam p and t he friends I fell in lov e
with t here. Many of these people I have m anaged t o keep in touch with , but I regr et
that som e I have lost :
But now t he w eather is changing. A cold fr ont has m oved in. t he picture is barely
not iced. Perhaps ot her pict ur es of other m em ories br igh ter and newer h ide it fr om
view. A cool br eeze st eals in t hr ough t he open window, and t he careless wind knocks
down an old pict ur e fr om t he bullet in board. slow m ot ion, tak ing The pict ur e falls in
with it a far-off mem or y. It com es to rest beh ind the desk, ly ing on t he floor, never
to be seen again . I t s absence is not ev en not iced.
I am an incurable r om antic.
Leaving a party one night, I for got to ret ur n t he sweatshirt I had borrowed:
Touching the sm all hole
I n t he bot tom corner
And t he stray t hr ead
Unr aveling the sleeve
I lift it up
And br eath e in it s smell
I sm ile quietly
I t sm ells lik e him
I am a dream er.
I of ten sit in class and let m y im agin ation t ake m e wherever I wan t t o go. I love t o
read stories of m yt hic Cam elot or the legendary Old Sou th, losing m y self in m y
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favorit e book s:
The th ree dim ensional
Kaleidoscope f antasy
Of far- off lands
And courtly k ingdom s
Of passion and r om ance
And h igh seas advent ure
I s shining with viv id colors
And singing wit h non-st op noise
My j our nal from elev enth grade not only ch ronicles a y ear of m y life, but it t ells t he
st ory of who I am . I t is the closest I can get to even beginn ing to answer t hat difficult
quest ion:
Tell t hem she says just t ell them who you ar e let t hem k now w hat mak es y ou t ick
tick t ick t he clock is cou nt ing dow n I cant wait t o get out of here j ust a far m ore
m inut es sm ile and pr etend you car e t ell t hem w ho I am in 3 58 words double-spaced
12 point font as if I even k now as if I could even if I did on a single sheet of paper
why I cry why I lau gh why I want so badly t o go t o t heir lovely school
I guess I do know one t hing abou t who I am .
I am a writ er.
ANALYSI S
Pieces of Me is an adm issions essay w it h at tit ude a per sonal statem ent that
takes a risk.
Like m any college applicants, Pullm an is int erested in w rit ing. Her essay st ands
apar t for m t he pack because she doesnt sim ply t ell t he adm issions officer she likes
to writ e. I nst ead, when used excerpt s f rom her j ournal to show the adm issions
officer h ow m uch she loves t o wr it e, h ow m uch she depends on her writ ing t o help
her ex plain and u nderst and life.
But Pullm an’s decision t o include creat ive writ ing i.e. cum m ings style in her
personal st atem ent is not a decision for t he m eek of heart or the sem i- t alent ed.
Ev ery high sch ool senior has heard stor ies of college applicant s who, in t he quest to
st and out am ong the hundr eds of oth er essays an adm issions officer m ust sort
thr ough, subm itted an original screenplay, m usical com position , or v ideotape of an
int erpr etiv e dance as their per sonal st atem ent . I n cases like Pullm an’s w her e real
talent sh ow t hrough, those risks m ay pay off. For other s, a m or e conventional piece
wit h a st rong, clear t hesis and w ell- writ t en supportin g argum ents m ay be t he better
road to take.
Of course, no piece is per fect, including Pullm an’s. As original as m any of her jour nal
excerpt s m ay be, Pullm an pr efaces m any of t hem w ith som ew hat cliché t ransitions
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which w eaken the underlying pr em ise of the piece t hat Pullm an’s un ique writ ing
help ar ticulat e her unique per sonalit y. Her creative w rit ing is excitin g and
int erestin g; her m ore academ ic w rit ing is less so.
St ill, Pieces of Me” is a r isky endeavor t hat w or ks. Pullm an succeeds, w it hout the
use of a 3-D visual aid or live perfor man ce, in m aking h er application st and out .
W ho Am I ?”
Who Am I ?”
-- by Michael Cho
I wish I could write about the Mich ael Cho who st ars in m y Walt er Mit ty -like fantasies.
I f only m y person al st atem ent could consist of m y nam e followed by such ter m s as
Olym pic at hlet e, m aster chef, boy geniu s, un iver sal best friend, and Prince
Charming to every hopeful wom an. These claim s would be, at worst, outr ight lies, or
at best , gr oss hyperbole. My dr eams, howev er, tak e their place alongside m y
m em ories, experiences, and genes in t he palet te that const itut es who I am .
Who am I ? I am a pr oduct of my realit y and m y im aginat ion. I am inn at ely deprav ed,
yet I am m ade per fect . I plan m y day w it h the know ledge t hat Everyt hing is
m eaningless” ( Ecclesiast es 1: 2) , but I m ust m ake t he m ost of ev ery opportunity
(Colossians 4: 5) . I search for sim ple answer s, but find on ly com plex qu est ions.
Once, on m y way t o a wrest ling t ournam ent , I was so engu lfed in t hought over
whet her liv ing in an abode which r ot at ed near t he speed of light would r esult in m y
being y ounger (utilizing the Th eory of Relat iv ity ) and st ronger ( ut ilizing the
proper ties of adapt at ion along wit h th e definit ion of cen tr ipetal an d grav it at ion al
force) t hat I failed to realize t hat I had left m y w rest ling shoes in m y locker. My
m ot her say s t hat m y decision t o wrestle is indicat iv e of t he fact I don t think .
Thr ough w or king in a nursing hom e, t he m ost im por tant lesson I ve learn ed is t hat
I have m any lessons yet to learn. Thus t he m ost valuable knowledge I possess
rem inds m e how lit t le k now ledge I have.
Oft en t im es people m ake t he m ist ake of assum ing t hat m ut ually exclusive qualit ies
bear no r elationship to one anot her. Not so! These dichotom ies cont inuously
redefine each ot her. I n som e cases on e is tot ally dependent on the ot her s exist ence.
What is fait h wit hout doubt ? Wit hout one, t he other does not exit . Wh en jux taposed,
opposit es creat e a dialectic utter ly m ore pr ofound and beaut iful t han it s part s. Walt
Whit m an em braces this syn cret ism by st at ing, Do I cont radict m yself ? Very well
then I cont radict myself, (I am large, I cont ain m ult it udes).” My qualit ies, t hou gh
cont radict ory, define who I am .
Alt hough I cant make fant ast ic claim s about m y self, I m ust st ill acknowledge an d
cherish the dream s t hat I have. Adm it tedly, it is t ragic w hen one is so absorbed in
fant asy that he loses tou ch with reality. But it is equally t ragic when on e is so
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absor bed in r ealit y that ho loses the ability to dr eam . Wh en a healt hy am ount of
reality and fan tasy are syn thesized, the syner gy is such th at som ething beaut iful
will undoubt edly result.
ANALYSI S
This applicant addr esses the prov erbial question of Who Am I ?” I n doing so, he
expr esses, bot h im plicit ly and explicitly, h is hobbies, extracu rr icular activ ities, and
out look on life. The writ er n ot only reveals h is participat ion in wrest ling, w or k at a
nur sing hom e, and kn ow ledge of Quantum Mchanics, but he also exposes the reader
to m any aspect s of his per sonalit y and inner t houghts on life. His qu est ioning of th e
m eaning of lif e and evaluat ion of h is own ident ity rev eal an inquisitive side to his
personalit y.
Overall, th is essay is well wr itt en an d easy t o read. The in troduct ion is strong in t hat
the applicant levels with adm ission officer by adm ittin g he does not consider him self
to be a spectacular indiv idu al, giv ing th e im pression that what f ollows is writ ten
hon est ly. Another storn g point of t he essay is that it reveals m any of t he act ivit ies in
which the writ er is inv olved. This ser ves t o give the adm issions officer a m ore
personalized pictur e of t he applicant. The biblical an d Walt Wh it m an quot ations ar e
ver y well used and dem onstrat e t he st rong in tellect of t he wr it er.
While t he essay does prov ide som e insigh t int o t he philosoph ical t hought s of the
applicant , in m any way s it is t oo t heoret ical. The w rit er could im prov e t he essay by
specifically listin g t he dr eam s or goals he cher ishes or per haps by writ ing in m ore
det ail about on e of the m any experiences he m ent ions in t he st at em ent. The flow of
the essay is also hindered in a num ber of way s. First, t he wor d choice seem s slight ly
unn atur al alm ost as if t he applicant relied on a t hesauru s when wr it ing t he essay ;
as a result , t he tone seem s to be a bit con triv ed. Second, wh ile t he overall t hem e of
self- ident ification is m aint ained throu ghout t he essay, the in div idual paragraphs
ju m p from one t opic to t he next in a disj oint ed fashion. For exam ple, it is int erestin g
to know that t he applicant work ed at a nur sing hom e, but m ent ioning such does not
seem to fit with the overall progr ession of t he essay. I t is im port ant that the person al
st atem ent convey to the adm ission s officer a sense of w ho you are and what you ar e
like in per son, bu t it is not necessary to cram every extracurricular act iv it y or
accom plishm ent in to t he essay; t here ar e oth er sect ions of the applicat ion f or listing
such thin gs.
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An I ncom ple t e St or y
An I ncom plet e Stor y
During t he Middle Ages, a rit ual exist ed w hich dictated how an indiv idual intr oduced
him self or herself. This introduct or y pr ocess was thr eefold: f irst, it dem anded that
the indiv iduals religion be nam ed; nex t, t he individual’s tow n or comm unit y was
st at ed; and finally, the fam ily nam e was said. Even today, t his m et hod of
int r oduct ion can be effectiv e in conv eying t he character or identit y of an indiv idual.
I f I were top int r oduce m yself, I w ould sim ply st at e t hat I am a scholar ( lear nin g is
m y religion); I am a cont r ibut or to t he greater well- being of m y com m unit y ; and m y
fam ily will be det erm in ed by m y fut ure plan s and goals ( since fam ily in cludes, but is
not lim it ed, to blood relat ions).
While m y gender is extrem ely im port ant t o m e, I first iden tif y m yself as a sch olar
because int ellect does not hav e a sex. Knowledge t ranscends gender. Therefore, I
am a t hink er, a learner, an d a scholar. To m e, t he process of learnin g is religious.
Words ar e m y bible,” teachers are my priest s.” I respect and rever e w ords like
others respect , r ev ere, an d f ear t he idea of God. I u nderst and t hat wor ds ar e alive
and I must wrest le th em dow n and t am e th em in order for t hem t o becom e my own.
Hence, I m ake it a habit t o collect wor ds. Then, lik e bangles and cry st als t hat
possess psychedelic and prismat ic qu alities, I hang t he w ords in m y m ind for
illumin ation. The m eaning of m y pr ecious wor ds ar e revealed t o m e by teachers = =
not just t hose who have a teaching cert ificate,” but th ose who awaken m y m ind,
who ignite my senses, who alt er m y percept ion of t he wor ld; t oget her, as Walt
Whit m an says, w e roam in t hought over the universe, seek ing t o en light en
ourselves an d one anot her.
The college exper ience, as I perceive it , in addition t o it bein g t he next st op on m y
jou rney for self- enligh tenm ent , is to be t he crescendo of m y int ellectual revolut ion
cat aly zed by professors w ho can awaken m y m ind, ignit e m y sen ses, and alt er m y
percept ion of the world. I hope t hat my percept ion of t he w orld will be slight ly
tu rn ed on it s head an d t hat I will be m ade t o defend m y beliefs an d ex per ience the
tr ue m eaning of int ellect ual discovery. Thus, m y only real ex pectat ion f or college is
to be challenged. I look upon the next four years of m y life as an oppor tun ity; I can
either seize t he chance and signif icant ly bet ter m yself throu gh t he accum ulat ion of
new knowledge or I can m erely go through the paces, achieve good grades, but
never really feel t he excitem ent of the wor ds t hem selves. Obv iously, I am looking
for t he form er scenario = = a place wher e m ent al gym nastics ar e applauded.
But m ent al cont ortions should n ot be done j ust for t he sake of doing t hem ; r ather,
they should be un derstood an d applied to ev ery day life. For t his reason , my quest
for self- enlight enm ent is not lim it ed to t he sphere of academ ics because t he college
experience it self is not lim ited t o classes it is t he form ation of the com plete
individu al, which m eans developing bot h social and academ ic personalit ies. I have
confidence t hat the people I will m eet in college w ill show me and share wit h m e
th eir enormous zest for life. This ex ten ded f am ily w ill help m e t o for ge m y ident it y
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as a scholar, as a cont ribut or t o m y com m unity, and as a m em ber of a fam ily.
But neit her m y fam ily nor m y ex tended fam ily nor m y t eachers could com pr ise m y
entir e iden tit y. Rather, I will rem ain like the fir st page of a book w it h the first lin e
incom plete a story wait ing t o be t old.
ANALYSI S
Levey’s essay is very m uch a self- explorat ion of being an int ellect. Her idea of
em phasizing her lov e of lear ning is solid and she clearly h as a sophisticated grasp of
prose, but the overall package m ight have done bet t er wit h a lit tle m ore understat ed
elegance. The int roduct ion is int riguing wit h t he use of an u nobvious hist orical fact
about cust om s in the Middle Ages. She successfully int r oduces herself and her
percept ion of her role in the wor ld. The fir st two paragraphs are an easy read,
except t hat th e use of t oo m any polysyllabic adj ectives can becom e a lit tle bit
distracting. Personal essay s t hat are show me rat her than t ell m e” tend t o be m or e
convincing. What m ent al gym nast ics has she experienced before? W here has
she really push ed f or self-gr ow t h? The sect ion w hich descr ibes college as t he next
st op on my journey for self-enlightenm ent and t he crescendo of m y int ellect ual
revolut ion catalyzed by professors who can aw aken m y m ind, ignite m y senses, and
alter m y percept ion of the w orld is a litt le bit over the t op. You don’t have to t ell t he
reader th at college is t he next step in int ellect ual growt h, t he r eader should be able
to sense it from the essay it self.
M yun g!
Myu ng!
-- My ung! H. Joh
The hot - blooded Spaniard seem s t o be revealed in t he passion an d u rgency of his
doubled exclam ation points…
-- - - - Pico Lyer, I n Praise of t he Hum ble Com m a
Are y ou a m em ber of t he Kung! Tribe? is a com m only asked question wh en people
see my signat ure, w hich h as an exclam ation point at t he end of it. No, I am not a
m em ber of any tribe, nor am I pu tt ing t he mar k at the en d of m y nam e t o be cut e.
I t is not sim ply a hiccup in m y h andw riting; it is t her e for a specific r eason. Bu t
before I elaborat e on w hy I believe the ex clam ation point is such an appropriat e
punct uat ion m ark for m e, let us explore t he ot her m ar ks I m ight have used:
Myung?
Alt hough the question m ark bears a cert ain swan- like elegance in its un cert ain
curves, it sim ply does not do th e j ob. While it is t rue th at I am constant ly discovering
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new t hings about myself and changing all t he tim e, I know what I stand for, what my
weaknesses and stren gt hs are, an d what I would like t o get out of life. I know t hat
I want t o m ajor in English, at tend graduat e school, learn as m u ch as possible fr om
th ose who are wiser t han I , an d event ually t each at a universit y. I am headed f or a
career in English; t her e is no question abou t it .
Myung,
I adm it t hat I do pause and cont em plat e decisions before leaping in and rushin g
ahead of m yself spont aneit y is per haps not m y strong poin t. But t he com m a, w it h
its dragging, drooping t ail, does not adequately describe who I am , because I k now
th at life will not pau se for m e; nor do I want it to. Mid the chaos of a hectic schedule
that balances clubs, activ ities, and AP courses, I always feel t he rush of life, an d I
love it. I do n ot linger over failures; du e t o m y passionat e nat ure, I am crushed by
disappoint m ent s, but I m ove on. No prolonged hesit ations or pau ses.
Myung:
I const antly look for ward t o the surpr ises that college and m y fu tur e life pr om ise m e;
graduation seem s lik e t he begin ning of a whole new chapt er. But t he colon, t hough
I will not deny it s tw o neat specks a cert ain professional air, does not do my j ustice.
I know how to liv e for t oday, have fu n, and enj oy life inst ead of j ust wait ing for what
the next chapt er m ay br ing. The fut ur e is unpr edictable. My pr esent lif e is not sim ply
the pr ecursor t o what m ay f ollow.
Myung.
Per haps this is the most inaccurat e punctuat ion m ar k to describe w ho I am . The
drab, single eye of t he period looks upon an end, a fu ll stop = = but wit h the great er
aspects of my education still ah ead of m e, my life is far from any k ind of ter minat ion.
Myung!
However, t he exclam at ion point , wit h it s jau nt y vertical slash underscored by a
perky lit tle dot, is a happy sort of m ark, ch eerful, f ull of spice. I ts passions m atch
m ine: whet her it be t he passion t hat keeps me fu riously at tacking m y key board at
4: 50 in t he m orning so that I m ight perfectly capt ur e a fant ast ic idea for a stor y, or
the passion th at lends it self to a near ly crazed state of m ind in w hich I t ackle pet
proj ect s of m ine, such as clubs or act ivit ies I am especially devoted to.
One of m y great est passions, m y passion for lear ning, engenders in m e a passion for
teaching t hat I plan t o sat isfy fully as a professor. I want m y st udent s to feel t he
aching beaut y of John Keat s’s words, his drawn- out good- by e to life. I want t hem to
feel the w orld of diff erence in Rober t Frost ’s hushed t he w oods are lov ely, ark and
deep,” as opposed t o his edit or ’s ir rev erent t he w oods are lov ely, dar k an d deep.” I
want them to feel t he j uiciness of Pablo Neruda’s sensually ripe poet ry when he
describes t he w ide f ruit m outh of his lov er. With the h elp of m y exclam at ion point ,
I w ant t o teach people how t o rip the poetry off the page and t ake it out of the
classroom as w ell. I want th em t o feel poetry when t hey see t he way t he shar p,
clean edges of a whit e house look against a black and rollin g sky; I want them t o feel
it on t he r oller coast er as it surges for war d, up, as t he sky becomes t he earth and
the gr oun d r ushes up, t rem bling to m eet t hem ; I want th em t o feel it in t he n eon
puddles t hat m elt in t he street s in fr ont of sm oky night clubs at m idnight. I wan t
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them t o know how t o t ast e life!
My exclam at ion point sym bolizes a general zeal for life that I want to share wit h
others. An d I know t hat is h as becom e as m uch a part of me as it has m y signat ur e.
ANALYSI S
This essay uses a sm all punct uat ion m ark t o m ake a big point , loudly and for cefully.
I t answers t he qu est ion who are you ?” in a not ably creat ive, ex cit ing, and
elucidatin g m anner. Th rough an u nconventional pr esent ation, t he aut hor m anages
to capt ivat e t he reader’s at tent ion , w hile infor m ing him / her of substant ially
revealing per sonal qualities. The str ong, ener gized v oice t hat is used deliv ers bot h
a general, palpable sense of ent husiasm and a glim pse int o specific w ay s th at it
m anifest s in t he author ’s life.
The t echnical w rit ing in t his essay dem onstrat es skill. Each paragr aph ex pr esses
one idea w it h cogency and brevit y. A per son ified punctuat ion m ark is presented
thr ough an inter est ing im age an d is then related t o in light of t he aut hor’s char act er.
The fin al lines of each paragraph then clever ly bring a close t o the ideas present ed
ther ein.
Though t he addit ion of an exclam at ion m ark could be seen as gim m icky, t he au thor
dem onst rat es t hat she has t he energy and t hought fulness needed t o back up her
unusual choice, in r eal life and on the page. I t is obv iously not a decision she has
m ade lightly, not j ust t o m ak e her application stand ou t, alt hough one get s t he
im pression t hat Myun g! w ould stand out in any crow d, r egardless of her nam e. it ’s
a risk y m ove, but for her, it w orks.
M yse lf
Myself
-- by Jam ie Sm ith
A t eenage girl, JAMI E, walk s out on stage alone fr om st age left . She has br own hair
th at falls t o her shoulders and deep blue eyes. She is wearin g a wh ite blouse and
blue j eans and in her r ight hand is a pair of binocular s. The stage is dark except for
a single spotlight follow ing JAMI E across t he stage. When she reaches the cent er,
she sit s dow n on th e edge of the stage, her feet dangling over, and raises the
binocular s t o her eyes. She pr oceeds t o stare at the audience t hrough t hem for a
few seconds, then slow ly moves them away fr om her face.
JAMIE: With t hese binoculars I can see each one of you on an ext r emely personal
level. (She br ings t he binocular s t o her ey es then dow n again .) Do any of you
audience m em bers by any ch ance have your own pair handy ? ( scanning t he
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audience) I was afraid of this. Well, here, why dont you t ake m ine for a w hile? ( She
ju m ps off the front of the st age, h ands a front r ow au dience m em ber her pair of
binocular s, t hen resum es her pr eviou s position.) Now look throu gh t hose and t ell
m e what you see. Be honest now, I could use a good session of const ruct ive crit icism .
Wait, may be if I stand up you could get a better look at my true self. ( She st ands and
gracefully turns aroun d.) Make sur e y ou get every angle now. Okay, now t ell me
every thing y ou k now about m e not m uch to tell, is t here. I m ean, you really don’t
kn ow what k ind of per son is st anding up on t his st age in front of you blabbering on
about binoculars and construct iv e crit icism . Well, I gu ess I have m y w or k cut ou t for
m e t oday; I must descr ibe w ho I am . Fort unat ely, I did com e prepared. I have
provided m yself w it h a prop and t he influence of a very special person t o assist
me t hrou ghou t on e of the m ost difficu lt perfor mances of m y life, an int er pr et at ion of
a piece I call Myself.” ( sh e steps off the st age and ret urns to t he audience m em ber
in t he fr ont r ow.) Do you m ind if I t ake these back now ? ( She returns t o the st age.)
th e one pr op is, you guessed it , a pair of binoculars. Not j ust any binocular s, they
are one of t he few rem inder s I have of m y great-grandm ot her, Gr an. No, she wasn t
an in fam ous spy at lar ge dur ing World War 2 nor was she an av id bir dwat cher. In
198 6, when I was six an d she was ninet y- four we bot h watched Halley’s Com et
m ake it s celestial appearance t hr ough these binocular s. I rem em ber she said t hat
she an d I wer e t ruly blessed because we both were able t o see Halley’s Com et t wice
in our liv es. She t old m e about seeing it out in her backyar d in 1909, when she w as
the sam e age I am now. there we w ere t ogether, sevent y- sev en y ears later,
wat ching the sam e com et shoot across the sam e sky. I t hink of all the t hings that
have happened dur ing th ose seventy- sev en y ears, t he t r ium ph s and set backs Gran
achieved and endu red, and it has given m e st rengt h to deal wit h t he challenges in
m y ow n life. I im agin e h ow m uch life had changed since 1 909 an d wonder how m y
life will change by t he tim e I see Halley’s Com et again. What will I becom e? I will not ,
like Gran, be a part of t he Oklahom a land run or wit ness th e bir th of t he aut om obile.
I will probably not be quarantined for t uberculosis or listen t o t he pr ogr ession of tw o
wor ld war s over the radio. But I k now I w ill do and be som eth ing. And th e
det erm inat ion and success of m y great- gran dm ot her will help m e reach this
som ething. She is m or e than a m em ory or a story, she has becom e a par t of m e: my
fam ily, my h ist ory, m y source of k nowledge and my source of pr ide. Her str uggles
and achiev em ents are r eflect ed in m ine. She is w ith m e w hen I r ise and fall and
always t here t o m ake sur e m y feet are st ill on t he gr ound. She is with m e backstage
and wit h me in t he spot ligh t. Sh e is a wom an. She is my great- grandm ot her. And
that ’s t ruly what she is gr eat, grand, every th ing. Gran . I ts am azing how a sim ple
nam e can inspire so m uch.
She sits dow n, ret urning t o her in it ial posit ion w ith her feet dangling over t he edge.
She brings the binoculars to her eyes and look s thr ough t hem . But instead of look ing
at t he audience, she is attem ptin g t o look beyond t hem , alm ost as if t her e is som e
invisible sky behind the row s of seat s. Sh e slow ly m ov es t he binoculars away from
her face, but her eyes are st ill fixed on som e obj ect off in t he dist ance.
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JAMI E: On ly sixt y-x i years t o go. I v e got t o m ake t hem count .
ANALYSI S
Writ t en in t he form at of a play script m onologue, both in style and ov erall st ruct ur e,
this essay addresses the concept t hat it is difficult t o evaluat e a person fr om st rict ly
superficial appearan ces. I n or der t o t ruly know som eone, no m at t er h ow closely you
st udy their out er appearan ce, it is wh at inside that counts. Em ot ions, th ought s,
dream s, and per sonal goals are t he m ost im portant and t ellin g aspects of one’s
identit y. The writ er does not j ust t heorize abou t such ideas, but m akes a logical
progression by giving a concr ete, viv id exam ple t o back up her thesis. Wit hout
hav ing t o explicitly list in terest s or personalit y traits, t hey st yle of t he essay reveals
a good deal about th e applicant : she pr obably enj oy s acting or playwr it ing an d is
highly cr eativ e and opt im ist ic abou t life.
One of t he st rongest aspects of the essay is the fact t hat it is writ t en as a m onologue.
The creativ e for m at is going t o st and out from t he thou sands of ot her application
essays t hat adm issions officers m ust read. The use of bin oculars as a link in g dev ice
bet ween t he pr esent an d t he past is highly eff ect ive it pr oduces an overall
coher ence w it hin the essay. The applicant s use of a very specific m om ent t o fram e
her love for Gran increases t he nat ur alness of t he passage. I n m any cases, essays
writ ten about fam ily m em ber can sound contr ived. The u se of a specific ev ent adds
to t he realism of t he applicant s em ot ion . The creat ive use of stage dir ect ions
addresses t he adage show not t ell head- on. I t is an effect ive way of creat ing a
m ental picture of t he applicant in a r eader’s m in d. The essay also ends strongly as
the last line clearly ident ifies t hat t he applicant is am bit ious, hard-wor king, and
eager to m ake som et hing out of her life.
The m onologue of t h e essay is effect iv e, but it is im portant to point out that such
att em pt s to be over ly creative can backfir e. This applicant ’s fam iliarity wit h t his
st yle of wr it ing is apparent . I f you at t em pt to writ e your essay in a n onstandar d
m ann er, m ak e sur.e you have a sim ilar com fort level with the techniques you ar e
using.
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after sliding h eadfirst t hr ough a f ield of cow du ng. The intellectual’s ideas of higher
educat ion and social equality sat w ell w it h m y m iddle- class African- Am erican
st om ach. Du Bois repr esent s ever yt hing I grew up adm irin g. Du Bois was t he radical
who at tended Harvard University. His idea of a t alent ed tent h to lead t he
Afr ican- Am er ican race st arkly resem bles t he black m iddle class today. I had no
choice but t o agr ee w it h Du Bois.
So enam or ed wit h Du Bois was I t hat I forgot about Washington’s practical ideas of
self- help and econom ic pow er. I wit nessed Washingt ons ideas acted out in ever yday
life. I bought m y black hair product s from and Asian owner in the m iddle of t he
ghet to and t he corner st ore owned by I ranians supplied me wit h chips an d candy.
These facts m ade m e feel that maybe Afr ican-Amer icans had shoved Washington
too far back into the closet. At this j un ctur e, Washingt on began to give Du Bois
com pet it ion in a f orm erly one- sided war. Econom ic prosperity m eans pow er; a race
with econom ic pow er cannot be denied social equalit y, r ight?
I n order t o resolve th e dilem m a pr esent ed by t his t ug- of- war, I looked at th e
ingr edient s of m y life. Washin gt on appealed to the par t of m e t hat want ed t o forget
about social equalit y. That par t of m e want ed to live as it cam e and focu s only on
self-advan cem ent . Du Bois appealed t o t he par t of m e t hat felt no m an was a m an
without social equalit y. Eit her w ay, both appealed t o m y life as an Afr ican-American.
The fact that t wo early twent iet h- cent ur y adv ocat es affect ed a 90 s
Afr ican- Am er ican girl show s t hat t heir m essage was not lost in t he passage of t im e.
Neit her m an won the t ug- of- war. Maybe t his t ug- of—war in m y head w as not m eant
to be won because their philosoph ies in fluen ced m e equally. Wash ingt on pr ov ided
the pract ical ingr edient s for social advancem ent while Du Bois pr ov ided the
int ellect ual ingredient s for such advan cem ent . Afr ican-Amer icans m ust evaluat e
both ph ilosoph ies and det erm in e h ow bot h view s can facilit ate t he advancem ent of
the race. I st ill st and between t wo m en but now I embrace t hem equally.
ANALYSI S
The question of racial ident ity can be an enormous one for m any people and oft en
m akes a gr eat college essay. Writ ing an essay about this par t of you r developm ent
is insightful into your person and you r view s. Adm ission s officers ar e tr ying t o get to
a portrait of who y ou are and w hat y ou value, and lit t le is m ore r ev ealing t han a
st ruggle for racial ident it y. Freelon chose t o w rite about two black leaders t o show
what her racial ident it y m eans t o her. Her essay also show s a keen int erest in h ow
history can be applied t o her lif e an int erest that would appeal t o adm issions
officers t rying t o pick though tful individuals.
Fr eelons essay is well w rit t en and well or ganized. She mov es smoothly fr om her
opening t hought s into t he body of the essay and devot es equal t im e t o each
philosophy. She also shows clear ex am ples of w hy sh e originally liked Du Bois and
why she changed her m ind about Washington . Her essay show im portant elem ents
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of hum an nat ure sh e adm its t hat as a m iddle- class Afr ican-Am erican,” she has a
bias, and she is also wrong f rom t im e to t im e.
The main danger in t his essay is oversim plificat ion. I t ’s difficult to condense t he
argum ent s of t wo leaders into a few paragr aphs, and Freelon doesnt pr esent the
tot al view of their ph ilosophies. She also assum es a f am iliarit y on t he par t of t he
adm issions officers wit h issues of racial ident it y, which m ay or m ay not be t r ue.
Overall, however, Freelons essay is an excellent exam ple of how a personal ident ity
st ruggle can reveal a lot abou t t he person inside.
Thought s Beh ind a St eam -Coat ed Door
By Neha Mah ajan
Till t aught by pain Men r eally k now n ot what good wat er’s wort h.
- -- -- -Lord By ron
A light gauze of st eam coats t he t ransparent door of my shower. Th e t em perat ur e
knob is t ur ned as far as it can go, and hot dr ops of wat er pen et rat e m y skin like t iny
bullet s. The rhy th m of wat er dan cin g on t he floor creates a blanket of soothing
soun d that envelops me, m uf fling t he chaotic noises of our thin- walled house.
Tension in m y back that I didn’t even know ex ist ed oozes out of m y por es int o
st ream s of w ater cascading in glistening paths dow n m y body. I breathe in a m ist of
herbal scent ed sham poo and liquid Dove soap, a welcom e change from the
sem i-arid air of Colorado. I n the shower I am alone. No younger siblings bar ging
unannounced in to my r oom , no friends int er rupt ing m e w ith t he shr ill ring of t he
teleph one, no par ent s naggin g m e about fin ishing college essay s.
The ceram ic tiles t hat line m y bathroom wall have t he per fect coefficient of
absor pt ion for repeated reflect ions of sound waves t o create t he wonderful
reverberat ion t hat m akes m y shower an acoust ic dr eam . The t wo by fou r st all is
transformed int o Carnegie Hall as Neha Mah ajan, w orld-r enow ned m usician , sings
her heart out int o a sham poo bott le microphone. I lose m y self in t he haunt ing
m elism a of an aalaap, the fr ee singin g of im proved m elodies in classical I ndian
m usic. I perfect ar rangem ent s for a capella singing, practice choreography for
Ex calibur, and im pr ovise songs th at I will lat er str um on m y guit ar.
Som et im es I sit in the show er and cry, m y salty tears m ingling wit h t he clear dr ops
upon my face un til I can n o longer tell t hem apart . I h ave cr ied w it h t he despair of
my f riend an d m ent or in t he Rape Crisis Team w hen she lost her sister in a vicious
case of dom est ic abuse, cried wit h the realizat ion of t he ur gency of m y work. I have
cried wit h the inevit able t ears after wat ch ing Dead Poet ’s Societ y for t he sevent h
tim e. I have cried w it h the sheer f ru st rat ion of m y inabilit y to convince a fr iend t hat
my religious beliefs and viewpoint s are as valid as h ers. Wit hin t hese glass w alls I
can cry, and m y t ear s ar e w ashed away by t he st inging hot wat er of t he shower.
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The wat er t hat falls from my gleam ing brass show erhead is no ordinar y t ap water. I t
is infused wit h a m yster ious power able t o activate my neurons. My English t eachers
would be am azed if th ey ev er discover ed h ow m any of m y com positions originat ed
in t he bat hr oom . I h ave rarely had a case of writ er’s block that a long, hot shower
cou ldn’ t cu re. This daily rit ual is a chance for m e t o let my m in d go fr ee, to cat ch and
reflect over any thoughts that drift through m y head before they vanish like the
ephem eral flashes of fir eflies. I stand wit h my eyes closed, water running t hrough
m y dr ippin g hair, and try t o der ive t he full mean ing conv eyed in chapter six of m y
favorit e book, Zen and t he Art of Mot orcy cle Maint enan ce. I ll be lat herin g sham poo
int o t he m ass of t angles t hat is my hair as I work on a syn aest hesia for t he next t wo
lines of a poem , or the condit ion er will be slow ly soaking t hrough when I ex perience
an Archim edean high, as a hard- to- grasp physics concept presen ted ear lier in t he
day suddenly reveals it self t o m e. Now if only they had let m e t ake t hat AP Calculus
test in t he shower…
The spark les of fallin g w at er m esm er ize m e int o reflect ion. Thought s t um bling in
som ersault s soft en into a dewy m ellowness. Do t hese drops of wat er carry a seed of
consciousness w ithin t hem ? As I watch th e water winking w it h t he reflect ed light of
th e bat hr oom , it appear s t o glow in t he fulfillm ent of its k ar m a. Then , for a split
second, all t hought s cease to ex ist and t im e stan ds still in a m om ent of perfect
silence and calm lik e t he m irror surface of a placid lake.
I k now I have a t endency t o deplet e t he house supply of hot wat er, m uch to th e
annoyance of the rest of m y fam ily. I know I should heed my m other ’s cont inual
warn ings of t he disast rous st at e of m y sk in af ter years of t hese long show ers; as it
is, I go th rough t wo bot t les of lot ion a m ont h to cure m y post- show er pr une
syn dr om e. But m y shower is t oo im por tant t o m e. I t is a sm all pocket of t im e away
form t he frant ic deadlin e and count less places to be an d t hings t o do. I t is a chance
to r eflect , and enj oy—a bit of w elcom e fr ict ion t o slow dow n a hect ic day. The water
flows int o a swirling spir al dow n t he drain beneat h m y feet. I t cleanses not only my
body, bu t m y m ind and soul, leaving t he bar e essence t hat is m e.
Analy sis
This essay illust rat es how som eth ing as ordinar y as a h ot shower can be used
auspiciously t o r eveal any thing of t he aut hor’s choosing. Mahaj an could have
focused on t he academ ic subj ect s or ex tracurricu lars she m ent ions in her essay,
such as physics or the Rape Crisis Team , but instead she chooses a daily ritual
com m on to us all. Though everyone can r elat e to taking a show er, doubtless few
show er in quit e the sam e way Mahaj an does or f ind it to be such an intellect ually and
em otionally stirring experience. The intim acy of the act set s an appropr iate stage
for her personal descript ion of unrav eling fr om life’s stresses by singing into a
sham poo bot tle m icrophone.
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There is n o signal, clear focus t o t he essay, bu t t his accurat ely reflect s t he show er
experience it self—“ t o cat ch and r elect over any thoughts that dr ift t hrough my head
before t hey v anish.” Mahajan t ouches on sch oolwor k, classical I ndian m usic and
cont em plat ion about her favorit e book , all w it h hu m orous flair, and she ev en goes
int o em otionally r evealing descriptions of crying in the shower. Unfor tunat ely, she
dwells on crying for an ent ire paragraph, and reader cannot help but w onder
whet her she could surviv e w ithout her show er t o cleanse her mind and soul.”
Ult im at ely, t hat Mahaj an derives lit erally so much inspirat ion and relief from the
shower seem s rat her hard t o believ e. The not ion t hat she could have done bet t er on
her AP Calculus t est had she been allow ed t o t ake it in t he show er is am using, but
doesn’t seem t o add m uch beyond the suggestion st and t hat vagu e hard- t o- grasp
physics concept seem s ex cessive. Already she distinctly conveys h er int er est in
science through her language—“ t he per fect coefficient of absorption for repeat ed
reflect ions of sound w aves” and a supposedly subt le reaffir m at ion of t his in ter est
seem s u nnecessar y.
Mahaj ans viv id langu age and unusu al descr iption ar e principle qualit ies of th is
essay. Sh e deft ly avoids t he tem pt at ion of resorting t o clichés, and m ost ev erything
is ent irely unpr edictable. A r elat ively m in or point is t hat her econom y of language
could be im pr oved, as ot herwise flu id sent ences are occasionally overdone w ith an
excess of adj ect iv es and adverbs. Nonetheless, Mahaj an convey s her t alent for
creativ e writ ing, and t his carries her essay for beyong the lesser issues m ent ioned
earlier. And, of cour se, her distinct ive showers t hem e helps t his exhibit ion of t alent
st and out .
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Sensibility
-- by Am anda Dav is
The putrid stench of r ott en salm on waft s through t he boardwalk , per m eating t he
Five Star Café wit h a fishy odor. I stan d, chopping r ed pepper s for t om or row ’s soba
salad, in t he back of the m inuscule kitchen. Adam , a pret t y boy wit h cropped hair,
st ands beside m e, relat ing t ales of sn owboarding in Sw eden w hile slicing provolone
cheese. Tour ists w alk by t he café, som e peering in t hrough t he window s, ot hers
int erest ed only in fish swim m ing upstr eam clicks of cam eras capt ur e t he endless
st ruggle for survival. I t is 3 : 00 in t he aft ernoon, the lu nch ru sh has died down, t he
evenin g r ush has not yet st ar ted. I relax in t he r hythmic trance of the dow nw ard
m ot ion of the knife, as I wat ch the red peppers fall in to precise slices. The door
opens. A cust om er.
Adam looks toward m e. Your t ur n.”
I nod, pull m yself away from the pepper s, and tu rn t o t he r egist er. A m an st ands,
look ing at m e. His eyes, h idden under tangled gray hair, catch m ine, an d m y eyes
drop, down t o his arm s. Spider lin es of old t at t oos st and out , wor ds and pict ur es and
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sym bols sketch ed on t hin, alm ost em aciat ed arms. I k now I am st aring. I look up.
Can I help you ?” I br ight ly ask.
He looks at m e w ar ily. A cup of coffee.”
Adam hands him a cup and goes back t o slicing.
That w ill be one dollar, sir.” He fumbles in his pocket, and pulls ou t a w rink led dollar
bill. He extends his hand, then su ddenly pulls back. His face changes, and he
leans t ow ard m e, cast ing a frigh tened glan ce at the cash r egist er.
I s t hat is that - - he stum bles ov er his words. I s t hat alive?”
I look to t he m achine. I t s com m on gr ay ext erior rest s on t he count er, t he gr een
num erals display ing th e am ount owed. I t hin k of m y first day s at the Five Star, when
I was sur e t hat it w as aliv e a nefariou s m achine m anipulat in g the cost s t o cause
my hum iliat ion. As the day s proceeded, we slowly gain ed a t rust for on e an oth er,
and it s once evil dem ean or had changed t o t hat of an ordin ary m achine. I t hin k of
the w orld cont rolled by machines, the cars and com puter s and clocks would t hey,
could they, r ise up against us? The espr esso m achine is behind m e, it could at t ack
the hot w ater spurt ing fort h, blinding m e as t he cash regist er falls an d k nocks m e
ont o the floor as I No, of course not .
Sensibility w ins again.
No, sir. I t’s j ust a m achine,” I explain. He eyes m e, unt rust ing of my words, in need
of reassurance. I t t akes money.” I t ake his dollar, an d show him h ow, w it h a push
of a but ton , I can place t he m on ey inside. He t akes his coff ee w it h both hands, and
sips it .
A m achine… he quiet ly r epeat s.
The cash r egist er sit s, silent on t he count er.
ANALYSI S
I n bot h subj ect mat ter and st yle, Sensibilit y is a br eath of fresh air. I m agine
readin g stacks of essays about mu ndane t opics, an d then com ing u pon one about
red peppers, pr ovolone cheese and a cash regist er how could it not st and out ?
Rath er than descr ibing a life-alt ering exper ience or an influent ial relationship, t he
writer reveals her self and her talents indirect ly by bringing us int o a capt ivat ing
scene.
With the skills of a creat ive writ er, t he aut hor uses crisp det ail t o m ake the Five Star
Café spr ing to life and t o place u s in th e seaside kit chen. Even if all t he essay does
is grab our at t ent ion and for ce us t o r em ember it s au thor, t his essay is a su ccess.
But Sensibilit y h as ot her st rengt hs. The dialogue wit h the em aciat ed m an raises
prov ocat ive qu estions abou t m oder n life. How do w e r elate t o t he m achines ar oun d
us? How does sensibilit y change in t his new envir onm ent ? And how do m achines
affect our relat ions w it h people of dif ferent classes and back gr ounds? The essay
does not pr etend t o answer these quest ions, but in raising t hem it reveals its author
to possess an im pressive degr ee of sophist icat ion and, at bottom , an int erest ing
m ind.
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All t he same, Sensibility is not w it hout it s fault s. For one, the scene seem s so
surr eal t hat we ar e led t o wonder w hether ction . An d adm issions th is is a w or k of fi
essay will be st ronger the m ore we can t rust th at we ar e hear ing t he aut hor’s honest ,
personal v oice; t he fict ion al qualit y here j eopar dizes t hat . Moreov er, alt hou gh the
author proves that she is t hought ful and t alented and has a viv id im aginat ion, m any
quest ions are left unansw ered. Does t he aut hor want t o be a writ er? How would her
creativ ity t ranslat e int o a cont r ibution t o t he com m unit y ? We w ould need to rely on
th e r est of her application t o fill in t hose gaps. St ill, on t he whole, Sensibility is
successful bot h because of and in spit e of it s riskiness.
A M em or able Da y
A Memor able Day
-- by Ayana Elizabet h Johnson
Walking t hr ou gh meadow and forest and m ud, helping and being helped across
st ream s, looking at lakes, st ars and t rees, sm elling pines and horses, and generally
trav eling through a half- seen wor ld, all happened befor e four A.M. The t en of us
st opped near a w aterfall t o absorb t he beauty of t he rising sun . Th e sky was on fire
before t he em ber s died out and on ly the blues and yellows rem ained. I saw t he
beam s of t he sun slide down fr om t he sky and into a m eadow, and felt my happiness
slide down m y cheek s. To t he sky I sang m y t hank s.
As our j ourney t o t he Grand Pyram id continu ed, I m et new flow ers. At the base of it s
peak, I looked up wit h excitem en t, and t hen out for st abilit y. I nt im idated and yet
det erm ined, I star ted to crawl up t he m ountain. I f ound geodes, and t hat big rocks
aren’t always st able. I w asn’t alone, but I was clim bin g by m y self. At t he top, t he
four of us who had continued fr om t he base were greet ed by the beaut y of needle
peak s and m ount ain ranges and m iles of a clear v iew in every dir ect ion, wit hou t the
bitt erly cold winds and t he fear of height s I h ad expect ed would be t her e t oo. There
was sim ply n ature and su nshine and friendship, an d t he elation t hey bring.
Balloon s were blown up and at t ached t o me. People dan ced aroun d m e and shouted,
and a smile I couldn t cont rol bur st fort h.
On the w ay dow n, inst ead of t ears of joy t hat had accom panied t he sunr ise, t here
were songs of joy, and I t hought . I r ealized t hat the r ewards and t hrills an d
m em ories ar e in t he j ourney and not in reach ing t he dest inat ion. I had believ ed t his
before and ev en said it out loud, but th is was different. I looked at ev ery t hin g along
the w ay. I st opped and rested and at t em pt ed t o et ch each differ ent view into m y
m em ory. Th e h ackneyed ph rase of enj oying every step along t he way was
som et hing I lived, and as a result I felt rich er t han I had ever been. I prom ised
my self t hat t his lesson I wou ld n ever forget, but as I w as descending from t he
highest point t o w hich I d ever j our neyed, my t hought s t oo r etur ned to a m or e
pragm atic level. I rem em ber ed t hat each j ourney in m y life wouldnt be as
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challenging or exciting or rewardin g as this one had been; never th eless, it is the
flower s an d geodes and sm iles and balloons t hat m ake t he j our ney w ort hwh ile.
I had only been singing for m yself and for t he m oun tains, but ever yone had hear d
m e, an d, when I reached t he bot t om , I w as greeted w ith congratu lat ions and
laught er af ter all, I did have balloons t ied t o m e.
And t he j ourney cont in ued. The w aterfall w e had only really hear d before day- br eak
was now visible, and I was convinced t o j um p in an d m ake it t angible too. I plunged
my h ead u nder it s t or rent ial flow, only t o receive a h eadache from it s coldness as a
reward for m y boldness. I rem oved m y- t hen- num ber ed- self f rom t he wat er and was
lacin g up m y boot s when it began to hail. I h ad been w ishing th at snow would fall on
this August day, bu t hail was close enough. The few of u s who had braved t he
wat erfall t hen ran t o cat ch t he gr oup in t he for est befor e t he im m inent
thun derst orm arrived.
I saw in t he daylight what I had (or rat her hadnt ) seen in the moonlight. The
st ream s we had helped each ot her cr oss in t he dark were no m ore than rivu lets
thr ough a field in the light . The m yst erious woods were tur ned ser ene by the rays of
the sun, and I thought of t he great chasm that often exist s between appearance and
reality. The mud puddles that had been obst acles were n ow only anot her det ail of
th e landscape, and I t hought abou t t hings t hat are a challenge t o m e which ot hers
find sim ple. The m eadow w here I had t ripped while t rying to st ar- gaze and w alk,
becam e a place to cloud gaze and w onder at th e st orm, and I thought of t he m any
ways differ ent people can appreciat e t he sam e t hing.
The hum bling t hunder approached. I t grow led. Suddenly, the fr ight eningly beaut iful
com panion of th e t hunder struck a hill not so far ahead of us. A friend, the only ot her
person w ho had seen it , and I ran scream ing and laugh ing int o t he t rees, but knew
we w ould be all right because we were t oget her.
A t rek by m oonligh t, a sky on fir e, leakin g eyes, 13,851feet up, balloons, geodes,
songs, icy wat erf alls, hail and lightning w er e m y seventeen th birthday.
ANAYLYSI S
This easy is effect ive because it car ries t he m et aphor of t he journey of lif e from the
clim b up t he m ount ain all t he way t hr ough. The essay is w ell or ganized and
st ruct ured, design ed t o repr esent t he r econst ruct ion of the aut hor’s excit ing day,
st arting with her initial reaction t o the scener y t o her elation of finishin g at t he end.
Each paragraph, thou gh var ied in lengt h, t ells a par t of t he j ou rney and a change in
the aut hor’s gr ow ing perspect ive on life.
The author uses a lot of activ e descript ion, which t he r eader can easily relat e t o an d
alm ost experience a par t of her j ourney. Phr ases such as only t o r eceive a
headache fr om it s coldn ess as a r eward for m y boldness,” speak poignant ly because
the reader can alm ost feel the sting of t he dip in t he wat erfall. The com parison
bet ween daylight and m oonlight also wor ks well because it allows the writ er a
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chance t o dem onst rat e her ability t o describe cont rast .
The reader may be slight ly disorient ed by the lack of contex t for t he st ory, as w e ar e
not t old w here t he aut hor is or why sh e is clim bing a m ount ain. However, through
th e carefu lly contr olled descript ion th e au th or rev eals her reflect ive nat ure and
personal realizat ion as she ascends an d descends th e m ountain, hence, show ing the
parallel phy sical an d em ot ional progression. Her concludin g sent ence, though not
particularly poignan t, ser ves as a st rong sum m ary of a w ell- wr it t en piece.
A n igh t Unfor got ten
By Frederick Ant wi
An hour before t he com m encem ent of t he per sonalit y cont est , I deposit ed m y bag
carefu lly in a cor ner of t he changin g room . From m y vant age point , I could see t he
m uscu lar seniors com par in g t heir lov ely three- piece suits and m using about w hich
one of t hem would w in t he t itle. A bony, st ut tering j unior w ith no su it and no new
shoes, I swallow ed har d and resolved t o give t he pageant my best shot . Since the
first round of t he pr ogram was a parade in t radit ional wear, I nervously pu lled out
m y kent e, draped t he beaut ifully wov en red and yellow fabric ar ound m y thin fram e,
pinned on m y cont estant num ber five badge and hur ried t o take m y place in line.
Wishing hopelessly t hat m y m ot her w as am ong t he spect ator s and not w or king in
som e hospit al in a foreign count ry, I stepped out ont o t he polished wooden st age.
I m m ediat ely, one thousand two hundred cu rious eyes bore int o me. My cheeks
tw itched violent ly, m y t hroat const ricted and my k nees t urned t o j elly. I fought for
cont rol. Bending m y arms slight ly at the elbows, I st rut t ed acr oss t he st age in the
usual fashion of an Asant e m onarch and m ercifu lly made it back t o t he chan ging
room wit hout m ishap. The crow d erupted int o a fr enzied cheer. As I ret ur ned for t he
casual wear round, som et hing m agical happened.
I t was singular em ot ion t hat no w ords can describe. I t began as an aching,
beautif ully t enderness in the pit of m y st om ach, gradu ally bubbling in to my chest ,
filling m e w ith warm th an d radiance, m elt in g away all t he tension. Slowly, it
efferv esced int o m y m out h, ont o m y ton gue and into wor ds. As I spoke to t he crowd
of m y pastim es and passion s, w ords of such silky text ure poured out from my soul
with un paralleled candor and cadence. The v oice t hat issued from my lips w as at
once richer, deeper, st ronger t han I h ad ev er pr oduced. I t was as though an inner
self, a core essence, had br oken free and t aken cont rol. Severed from r ealit y, I
float ed t hr ough t he r em ainder of t hat r em arkable evening.
One hour later, the barit one of t he present er rang out into t he cool nigh t air. Mr. GI S
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st yle, eloquence, w it and or iginalit y, is Cont est ant nu m ber
Fiv e! One! Five! Five! roar ed t he elect rified cr owd.
My heart pounded furiously. My breathing r educed t o sh allow gasps.
Cont est ant n um ber five! exploded t he present er in confirm at ion.
For a f ew sacred m om ents, tim e stopped. My ears scr eam ed, and m y low er jaw,
defying the gr ip of m y facial m uscles, dropped like a draw -bridge. Then I r ushed
forward, bear- hugged the present er and em braced ev ery one else I could lay m y
hands on! Am idst the t um ult , th e Manager of KLM Airlines m ount ed t he stage,
presen ting me w it h a m et er- lon g Accra- Amsterdam -London r etu rn t icket . As I st ood
brandishing m y sky- blue cardboard t icket, posing sham elessly for the cam eras an d
grinn ing sheepishly at t he th rong, a pang of regret shot t hrough m e. I f only m y
m ot her cou ld have been in t hat cr owd to wit ness and indeed be a par t of t his m ost
poignant of all m em ories.
ANALYSI S
The u nusual exper ience is a staple of college entr ance essays, but in t his case t he
experience is tr uly unusual- a personality contest for m en. I ts also inter est ing to see
Ant w i’s transformat ion fr om shy to superstar. Ant wi concent rat es on a fixed event in
tim e and uses it t o show t he spectru m of his per sonalit y- shy, confident , excit ed,
lonely- in an am using and ent er taining way.
I t ’s no wonder Ant wi won the cont est . He’s a gr eat st oryteller. He has an acut e sense
of det ail- one t housand and two hun dred curiou s eyes,” th e fashion of an Asante
m onarch - and is good at height ening dr am a. The essay is also upbeat and fun t o
read.
I t w ould have been nice t o know w hat Ant wi said in the t hird paragraph instead of
sim ply r eading about the unparalleled candor and cadence wit h w hich he spoke.
Also, Ant wi does n ot explain t he what, w here, or why of t he contest, w hich ar e all
im port ant t o kn ow. Overall, however, h is per sonalit y shines t hr ough as stellar.
Banana
By Nathan W. Hill
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I w as hungry and t he su n im paled m e on its searing ray. I w ore a w ool coat, black
wit h r ed cott on lining. I t had served m e well in the m ist y foot hills of t he Him alay as,
where His Holiness, the Dalai Lam a, gave his blessing. The coat had recent ly
ret ur ned from a long absence. I w ore it despit e t he heat .
The h um id w eat her and t he final wilt ing blossom s of lat e Septem ber conspir ed to fill
my h ead w it h snot. The m igh ty ham m er, Mj ollnir, pounded his lam ent bet ween m y
ears.
I walked dow n t o The Bar n, our cafet eria, but it wouldnt open again u nt il three.
Then, I rem em bered Clint , m y j unior year English t eacher, and w alked back to t he
Upper School. Clint alw ays k ept a few ov err ipe ban anas in t he fruit bow l wit h t he
past due v ocab t est s. Laura, w ho shared t he office, com plained of t he fetid smell of
rot t en fruit and t hat Clint made grunt ing noises as he wor ked hunched in his bow tie,
over a m ound of dish eveled papers. On occasion, he st ret ched his ar m t owards
Lauras desk and asked her, w it h a bruised banana dangling fr om his hand, Would
you like a banana, Laura?” With a crin kled nose, Laura alw ays politely replied, No,
th ank you, Clint ,” and wat ched in disgust as he wolfed it down.
The heavy w ooden door t o Clint ’s of fice stood propped open becau se of t he heat .
I nside, a small elect ric fan sat on t op of t he com puter, it m ade an obnoxious noise
bet ween t he soun d of buzzing bees and chom ping teeth . A tiny st rip of paper dart ed
before t he spinning blades. Clint looked up from his w ork and asked w ith nasal
condescension, Can I help y ou, Nat e?”
I responded ph legm at ically, May I have a ban ana?” th e sweat dr ipping off t he end
of m y nose.
With a m ixt ur e of pity and reproach, he r aised his ar m to poin t at t he wooden bow l
on t op of t he gray file cabinet. I lift ed three v ocab t est s away.
I grabbed it , soft and brow n. I ts sw eet arom a dist racted m e fr om t he t hrobbing of
my head. I held t he banana in my r ight h and, and m ov ed m y left hand t o it s stem ,
ready t o divest m y pr ey.
A thin sticky liquid st ar ted seeping through m y hand. Not expect ing a banana t o leak
I dr opped it, and hear d a low t hud, followed by splat ter ing.
The banana burst open; it s m ushy yellow gut s flew. A drippin g peel rem ained of m y
search for happiness.
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ANALYSI S
Hill has t aken t he basic nar rat iv e form in t his essay and t ransform ed it int o
som et hing m em orable. While Hill has alluded t o t he fact t hat he was in t he
Him alayas and t hat he w as giv en a blessin g by th e Dalai Lam a, he does not dw ell on
th ose ev ent s, however signif icant or u niqu e. Rather, h e chooses to concentrat e on
sim ple t opics: hu nger and a coveted banana.
The stren gt h of Hills essay r est s wit h his descriptive language. The end of the essay
particular ly im pacts the reader wit h vivid im agery. Few w ho r ead t his essay will
forget t he im age of an over ripe banan a exploding. Hills ph rasing is at t im es
perfect : ”…ready t o div est my pr ey,” is one such ex am ple of conv incing, power ful
language. Hill has conveyed t he exact m agnit ude of his hunger and desir e for t hat
ban ana wit h t his phrase.
A few areas could be str engt hened, h owever. Hill is som ewhat m eandering in his
opening, t ouching on t opics like t he Dalai Lam a and the Him alayas, w hich t hou gh
inter esting are n ot signif icant t o t he m ain thrust of t he n arrat ive. Also, Hill’s u se of
dialogue and t he descript ion of Clint and Laur a ar e a lit tle awkw ard. He m ight have
done bet t er t o hav e sim ply expan ded upon the lat t er par agraphs of his essay,
focusing m ore on the banana and his hunger and om ittin g this dialogue and th e
descript ion of Clint . Despit e these sm all com plicat ion s, Hill has don e the t r ick and
produced an essay t hat dem an ds att ention and respect .
A Lesson Abou t Life
By Aaron Miller
Finally the day had ar rived. I was on m y way to Aspen, Color ado. I had hear d
wonderful st ories about the Aspen Mu sic School from friends who had at t ended in
prev ious years, and I w as certain that t his sum mer wou ld be an unbelievable
lear ning ex perience. I w as especially excit ed to be st udying wit h Mr. Herbert Stessin,
an est eemed professor from t he Juilliard School.
Aft er j ust a few lessons wit h Mr. St essin, I k new that I would not be disappoint ed. Mr.
St essin is so incredib ly sharp that no det ail get s but him . He not ices ever y turn of
each m usical ph rase, cat ches wr ong notes in com plex chords, and interj ect s his wry
sense of hum or int o every lesson. As I was pr eparing Beethoven ’s Sonat a, Op.31,
No.3, for a m ast er class, he w arned m e at the end of a lesson, Don ’t play t his t oo
well, Aar on, or I’ll have n ot hin g t o say!
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The m ast er class went qu ite well consider ing t hat it was m y fir st perfor m ance of t he
sonata. A few days lat er, as I w alked across t he bridge over t he creek w hich winds
thr ough t he m usic school cam pus, I saw Mr. St essin’s wif e, Nancy, w ho was also on
the Aspen facult y. I waved to her, an d as I walked past she said som eth ing to m e
which I didn ’t cat ch over t he roar of the r ushing wat er. I stopped for a m om ent as
she repeated, That was a v ery nice Beethoven you played t he ot her day.” We had a
brief conv ersation, and I was tou ched by her t hought ful com m ent.
On July 15 I had m y last lesson wit h Mr. Stessin, and walked with h im to the dinning
hall. As I was sit ting dow n wit h my friends to have lunch, som eone whispered to m e,
Mrs. St essin passed out! we nat urally assum ed th at she h ad fainted fr om t he
altitude or t he heat. However, w e soon realize t hat t he situat ion was m ore ser ious,
as an am bulance was called t o t ake her t o t he near by hospit al.
Nothing could have prepared m e for t he news t hat t wo dist raught fr iends brought
late t hat night to m y r oom m at e and me. Mrs. Stessin had nev er regain
consciou sness and had died of a rupt ur ed aneur ysm . That night, m y room m ate and
I could not sleep; we t alked about ou r m em ories of Mrs. St essin for hour s on end. I n
the m orning, Dean Last er called us t oget her to officially announce t he sad n ews.
Num b w ith disbelief t hat this vibr ant and dedicat ed w om an w as gon e, we wonder ed
how Mr. Stessin could possibly cope wit h t his ter rible tr agedy. Sur ely he would be
heading back t o New York as soon as arran gem ent s could be m ade.
I couldnt have been m or e wrong. Only days aft er, Mr. St essin was back in his st udio,
teaching!
I nit ially shocked by Mr. Stessins decision t o stay, I soon began t o under stand his
thinking. He and his wife had been t eaching at Aspen for m any y ears an d had built
a strong sense of com m unity w ith the faculty and students. Fu rt her m ore, I realized
that he found com fort through his love of m usic and his com m it m ent to his student s.
Leaving Aspen w ould have m eant leaving behind h is fondest m em ories of Nancy.
Aft er st udying a Mozart piano concerto wit h Mr. St essin all sum m er, I w as fortunat e
to have t he opportunit y t o dedicat e m y perfor m ance t o t he mem ory of Mrs. St essin.
At t he end of t he concert , m y last ev ening in Aspen, I was gr eeted by fr iends and
facult y m embers backst age. When I saw Mr. Stessin approach ing m e, he was
beam ing. That was a wonderful per form ance! he said, and gave me a hug. He
cont inued, And t hank y ou for the dedicat ion. I’ll m iss you .” We hugged again.
Last e sum m er did indeed t urn out to be an unbelievable learning experience.
Alt hough Mr. St essin taught m e a gr eat deal about m usic and t he piano, in t he end
his gr eatest lesson abou t life.
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ANALYSI S
Miller builds a st ron g essay around t wo big stories: a phenom enal accom plishm ent
and a m oving death .
He has a good ear for coupling dialogue and nar rat ion, and proj ect s him self w it h
attract ive m odesty. Miller offer s t he reader a chance to appreciat e an especially
wide r ange of qualit ies: em pat hy, virt uou sly, wisdom , and gen erosit y, alt hough he
m isses a good opport unit y to describe how he feels about t he m usic h e per for m s,
and his conclusion is som ewhat t rit e.
Miller lim it s his essay t o allow ing t he r eader t o appreciat e one’s m at ur ity, but one
m ust have a gentle t ouch and healt h em ot ion al dist ance.
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Should I Jum p?”
-- Tim ot hy F. Sohn
As I st ood at op t he old railr oad- bridge som e six st ories above t he wat er, my m ind
was racin g down convolut ed pat hs of though t: Logic and reason would oblige m e t o
get off t his ru stin g tr est le, run t o m y car, fast en my seat belt , and drive hom e
carefu lly while obeying t he speed lim it an d stopping f or any anim als w hich m ight
wander int o m y pat h. This banal and utt er ly saf e scenar io d id not sit well w it h m e.
I felt t he n eed t o do som et hing r eckless and im pet uous.
Why am I doing t his?
I backed up to wher e I could no longer see t he huge dr op which await ed m e, an d
then, my w hole body trem bling wit h ant icipat ion, I ran up t o t he edge, and h ur led
my self off t he bridge.
Do I h ave a deat h w ish? Will m y n ext conversat ion be wit h Elvis or Jim m y Hoff a?”
The first j um p off t he bridge was like not hing I had ever experienced. I do not have
a fascinat ion wit h deat h, and I do not display suicidal t endencies, yet I lov ed
thr owing m y self off that br idge, despite t he obj ect ion s of t he logical par t of m y brain.
St anding up t here, I recalled fr om physics t hat I should be pulled toward t he ear th
with an accelerat ion of 9.8m / s/ s. G- forces m eant n ot hing to m e on ce I st epped off
the edge of the bridge, t hough. I f elt like I was in th e air for an et ernit y ( alt hough I
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was actually only in t he air for about thr ee seconds) .
This leap was at once t he m ost frightening and m ost ex hilarat in g experience of m y
life. That synergy of fear and excitem ent brought about a u nique kind of euphoria.
Jum ping of f and feeling the grou nd fall out fr om u nderneat h m e was incr edible. I
have r ock-clim bed and rappelled ex tensively, bu t t hose exper iences cannot
com par e, eit her in fear or in t hrill, t o j um ping of f a br idge.
Once I conquer ed my in it ial fear and j um ped off, I did it again and again , always
sear ching for t hat t ingling sensation w hich ran t hrough m y lim bs t he first tim e I did
it, but never quite recapt urin g t he astonishing bliss of t hat fir st jum p. I have jum ped
m any t im es since t hat first tim e, and all of m y j um ps have been fun, but none can
quit e m atch t hat first leap. The thrill of t hat fir st j um p, t hat elusive rapt ur e, was on e
of t he greatest feelings of m y life.
Wow, I cant believ e I did t hat!
When I jum ped off that br idge, I was hav ing fu n, but I was also r ebelling. I w as
m aking am ends for ever y tim e I did the logical t hing instead of t he fu n t hing, every
tim e I opt ed for t he least dangerous rout e t hr oughout m y life. I was rising up and
doing som ething blissfully bad, som et hing im pet uous. I was acting w ithou t t hinking
of t he ram ifications, and it was liberat ing. My whole lif e, it seem ed, had been lived
within t he constrict ive bou ndaries of logical t hought . I ov erstepped t hose
boundaries w hen I jum ped. I fr eed m yself from t he bonds of logic and reason, if for
only a few seconds, and t hat was im portant .
ANALYSI S
I n t his essay, Sohn pr esents a capt ivating n arrat ive of an experience t hat has
signif icant ly shaped his at t it udes and out look on life. In order for t his nar rat ive f orm
to be successful, t he writ er m ust use descr ipt iv e language to set t he scene and
transport t he reader to t he locat ion an d ev en in to t he thought pr ocess of t he
narrator. Soh n does this r em arkably well. The reader can env ision th e railroad
tr est le upon which he st ands and even feel t he w eight lessness of his free- fall t hank s
to clear, descript ive lan guage. Sohn uses a m at ur e vocabular y and incorporat es an
inter nal dialogue t o aid the flow of his essay successfully.
The inev it able goal of such a form at is for t he w rit er t o convey som ething about h is
or her personalit y or indiv idual qualit ies t o t he r eader. I n t his case, Sohn want ed t he
reader t o know about his freew heeling side; his ability to t ake risks, defy logic, and
experience danger. The conclusion is also a par ticular st rengt h of t his essay. Sohn
takes the isolated event he has described so well and applies it to a broader schem e,
show ing t he r eader j ust how t his event w as t ruly significant t o h is life
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H ist or y
Hist or y
-- by Daniel Droller
The day had been goin g slow ly. On ot her days I had been m or e successful in my
research on the con nection between Sw it zerlan d and Nazi gold. However, t oday I
hadnt found anyt hing substant ial yet. I couldnt stop myself fr om look ing at my
wat ch t o see if a t im e had com e when I could t ake t he shu tt le back t o Washin gt on.
Josh, t he other int ern, had been luckier. He had fou nd a new piece of inf orm at ion
dealing with Herm an Goering. Like ot her infor m at ion we had uncovered at the
National Archives 2 , it cou ld be ex tr em ely im por tant for the Senat e Bank ing
Comm it tee, or j ust a w idely know fact wit h w hich w e wou ld be wast ing our
supervisors t im e. At any rate, he flagged it for copyin g and k ept on searching his
box .
I finished m y box of f iles, checked m y w atch again, and decided t hat I could search
thr ough one m ore box before I h ad t o tak e t he hour- long bus ride back. The gr oup
of r ecords on t he next cart w as m arked Top Secret I n tercept ed Messages fr om the
U.S. Milit ar y At taché in Berne, Switzerland, t o the War Depar tm ent in Washingt on
D.C.” Follow ing t he Archiv es’ pr ocedures, I t ook one box off of t he cart , t hen one
folder ou t of t he box , put t he box in the middle of the t able, and st art ed looking
thr ough docum ent s in t he folder.
I n t his folder there was one docum ent t hat caught my eye. I t was dat ed 23
February 1945 and cont ained informat ion sent t o Wash ington on bom bings of t he
prev ious day. Many of t he docum ent s I had gone t hrough had r ecount ed battles and
bom bings as well as th e ar eas affected by these. What was dif ferent about t his
docum ent w as that the cit ies list ed as being bom bed were Swiss cit ies. This was
very strange because Swit zerland was a neut ral country and its cit ies shouldnt hav e
been bom bed. I recognized t he nam es of m any of t he cit ies t hat wer e m ent ioned in
the m essage, since I had gone t o visit t hese w hen I had visit ed m y m ot her’s fam ily
in Swit zer land. Th ey were list ed as follows:
B- 17 ’s. Fight ers at 124 0 m achin e0gunned m ilit ary post near Lohn n ort h of
Scahff hausen. 3 wounded.
At 1 235 St ein on Rhine bom bed. 7 dead. 16 w ounded. 3 childr en m issing.
Abou t h alfway t hr ough t he list I saw t he f ollowin g:
At 1 345 BB-17 ’s bom bed Rafz. 8 dead, hou ses destroy ed.
I was shocked. My m oth er is from Rafz, and m ost of her f am ily still lives t here. Even
m ore distur bing was t he dat e of t he m essage. My m ot her would hav e been only four
years old.
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Josh, y oull n ever guess w hat I j ust found! The t ow n w here m y Mom gr ew u p w as
bom bed. She w as ... fou r y ears old! This is so w eird!
Yeah, t hat is pret ty w eir d.” Obv iously, Josh wasn’t as ent husiast ic as I was.
I stayed unt il the last shu tt le at 6: 00 to go thr ough t he rest of t he boxes on the cart ,
but didnt find any thing nearly as good. I really couldnt believe it, m y Mom had
never m ent ioned any thing about a bom bing, and I assum ed t hat she didnt
rem ember it . This m ade m e even m ore excited because I had u ncovered a piece of
my hist or y. I couldnt wait t o call h om e t hat night .
When I got t o t he dorm , I said hi t o a few of the ballerinas and ot her interns I had
m et that sum mer, and ran up t o m y room . As soon as I got in, I picked u p t he phone
and called hom e.
Yallo?”
Hey, Mom s!
Hi, Daniel. How was w ork? Did y ou find anything for Alfonse?”
Not really, Mom s, but
How are t he ballerinas?”
Fine, but Mom s. Listen. What do you rem em ber about Februar y 2 2, 1 945?”
There was slight hesitat ion on her end of t he lin e. I t w as only for a few seconds, but
I t hought t hat I had stum ped her. She w as only four y ears old at t he t im e of t he
bom bing; she shouldn’t rem em ber. But in a few seconds she spoke. The jovial
m anner of befor e had been replaced by one solem nit y. She had r em em bered.
That w as the day t he Americans bom bed Rafz.”
ANALYSI S
Hist ory is about t he discov ery of ones past . Dr oller describes his findings of a
sm all, y et significant , piece of hist or y concerning his m ot her. The reader is not given
a complet e pictur e of the applicant s background. I nst ead, t he essay succeeds in
revealing one person al an d m eaningful m om ent in Dr oller ’s life that would ot her wise
not have been capt ur ed by t he rest of h is applicat ion.
Thr ough his essay, Droller descr ibes h ow he accident ally cam e across a par t of his
histor y. What most stands out is t he shock and surpr ise t hat he feels with his
newfou nd in form ation. While Droller does t ell us out r ight about his excit em ent , I
had uncovered a piece of my histor y,” he also illust rates his enthusiasm wit h t he
descr ipt ion of his telephone conv ersation and his im pat ience t o r eveal his fin din gs.
This leaves t he reader want in g t o learn m ore about the det ails of t he bom bing and
how it affected his fam ily.
The essays for m could, howev er, be m ade st ronger. Despit e t he defining m om ent
found at t he very end of t he essay, t he opening h as lit tle direct ion. Ther e isnt m uch
indication as t o the main point of the essay. A reader would probably be mor e
int erest ed in t he det ails surrounding t he bom bing, sheddin g m ore light on t he
relationship bet ween m ot her and son. We are not shown how t his discover y af fected
th eir relat ionship or if Droller now thin ks differ ent ly about his m oth er based on what
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she w ent t hr ough during her ch ildhood. A det ailed account of t he author ’s
interactions wit h his m ot her, an d his knowledge of his m ot her ’s childhood, m ight
have m ade t he final r ealizat ion abou t t he bom bing m or e em ot ional and r ev ealing
about Droller s char act er.
To Soa r, Fr ee
To Soar, Free
-- by Van essa G. Henke
A cold, blust ery w int er stor m swept m y grandpar ents and I int o the warm t h of m y
aunt s liv ing room , w here she was hosting her t radit ional Chr istmas Eve par ty. My
hat an d cape were taken from m e, rev ealing t he Vict orian par ty dr ess, which had
been designed and painstakingly tailored j ust for m e. The m usic lift ed m e, and chills
surged th rough m y body. I was ent hralled, ecstat ic wit h th e power of t he or chest ra.
My ex cit em ent m ount ed as I r ealized t hat, for a few brief m om ent s, the audience at
the openin g night of The Nutcracker at New York City ’s Lincoln Cent er was focusing
on m y perfor m ance. At nine years old, th is was m y long-aw ait ed debut . Any vest ige
of uncert ainty about m y perform ance had dissipat ed. I w as t ransformed from a shy
young gir l int o a confident performer.
Over t he years, as m y techniqu e im pr oved and I spent increasing am ount s of t im e
each week practicing and per forming, I learned to valu e t he discipline requ ired of a
professional. Wit hout so m any hours dedicated to pract ice, I would never have been
able to execut e powerf ul leaps across t he stage in per form ance. I n class, or on stage,
the m usic wou ld pulse through every fiber of m y being, my body reson ating t o every
not e of th e score. I discovered that disciplin e and dedication gave m e t he confidence
necessary for me t o refin e m y t echn ique and st yle, an d to fulfill my pot ent ial an d
dream t o dance like anot her instr um ent in t he or chest ra.
This past sum m er, I taught ballet and chor eographed dance at Bucks Rock Cam p for
the Creativ e an d Perfor min g Art s. Ther e, I discov ered t hat fulfillm en t can com e n ot
only from soar ing acr oss the st age, but by comm unicating what I have learned t o
other s. I em ulat ed t he good techniques of my best teachers, so t hat my student s
could find pleasure in dance. For m y m ore advanced students, I offer ed
well- deserv ed pr aise and helped t hem t o refine t heir skills. For st udent s w it h less
experience, I tried t o foster self- confidence an d creat e an environm ent in which
they could lear n, ask questions and m ak e m ist akes withou t feeling asham ed. The
rewards for m y effort s w ere t he st udent s’ im prov ed self- confidence an d skills.
The discipline I lear ned dur ing m y five years wit h th e New Yor k City Ballet helped m e
under st and t hat w it h fr eedom com es r esponsibilit y. Wh en I perfor m ed at Lincoln
Cent er, I danced across t he st age, f ree, because of t he hour s of preparat ion an d
th ought ful considerat ion I pu t int o plan ning classes an d r ehearsals, inspir ing
st udents t o be their best. I now have a greater appr eciat ion for the value of m y
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experiences as a perfor m er, I am a m ore fu lfilled per son and I f eel conf ident and
enthusiast ic about fut ure endeavor s. I will con tinue t o soar, fr ee.
ANALYSI S
I n her essay, t he aut hor of To Soar, Free dem onst rates an understandin g t hat if an
essay about a significant exper ience or achievem ent is to be successful, it m ust
distinguish itself from a pack of surely sim ilar essay t opics. Alt hough the aut hor ’s
chosen t opic is not all t hat different than wr iting about playing sport s or perfor m ing
oth er types of ar t, this essay st ands out . The aut hor gracefully highlight s the
personal im portance of per for m ing an d t eaching ballet, usin g her pr ogression in t he
art t o reflect her personal and phy sical grow th. Begin ning wit h a childhood m emory
about h er fir st ballet perfor m ance, the aut hor begins t o paint a pictur e for t he reader
of j ust how dance has influenced her life. From t her e, th e reader gets a sense of t he
increasing significance of t his act iv ity, t o t he point where he or she lear ns t hat t his
love for ballet has inspired t he auth or to instr uct ot hers in h er art for m . I n h er f inal
paragraph, the essay ist closes wit h general conclusions about the lessons she
learn ed t hrough dance.
By beginning her passage wit h an anecdot e about her first m aj or ballet perfor m ance,
the aut hor distances her piece from a m ore st raigh tfor ward
w hat-dancing- m eans-t o- m e essay. I nstead of spelling ou t the reason ing behind
her lov e of ballet, t he aut hor encourages t he r eader t o cont inue reading. Not un til
the end of t he fourth sentence does h e or sh e know w hat exact ly has been causing
th e chills and excitem ent t hat the au th or illu st rat es so well in the opening sent ences.
With a set ting firm ly established, the aut hor is then free to proceed w ith her
narrat ive. The reader observes t he author ’s love of dan ce grew m or e int ense as she
got older and becam e m ore serious abou t t his act ivity. Moreover, in t he t hird
paragraph, the author in tr oduces an inter est ing t wist t o t he essay, as she chronicles
her ex periences on t he other side of dance, as a ballet teacher at a sum m er cam p.
This com plication wor ks well at illumin at ing the way in which t he author learns t o
see t hat ballet can of fer m or e fulfillm en t t han just t hat from t he t hrill of
perfor m ance.
Alt hough t his essay is effect ive at high light in g t he m any way s in which ballet has
affect ed t he author ’s lif e, it lack s flow and does not efficient ly link it s v aried poin ts
and ideas. The connection bet ween the second and t hir d paragraphs is especially
abrupt . This spot is an ideal junctur e to suggest the m any ways in w hich dan ce
aside from it s dir ect perfor m an ce and pract ice has influenced her life. Especially in
essays about significant personal exper iences or achievem ent s, it is ext rem ely
im port ant t o m ake effective use of t ransitional phrases an d wor ds to conn ect th e
indiv idual point s wit h the overall them e. Be that as it m ay, af ter com piling a solid
essay with unique per spectives and dim ensions, the aut hor subt ract s fr om her piece
by of fering clich éd conclusions in t he final paragraph t hat ar e easy t o incor porat e
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int o any essay of t his form. The challenge is to iden tify and h ighlight conclusions
unique t o the situat ion.
One H u ndr ed Pa ir s of Eye s”
One Hundr ed Pair s of Eyes”
-- by Pat ricia M. Glynn
Awareness. An awareness t hat all eyes from one hun dr ed yards of green grass are
focused on a cert ain point in space is w hat dr ives thr ough m y t hou ghts as I st and
poised. These eyes disregard t he peripheral chat t er of spect at ors, t he cold wind
whist ling in t he night air around t hem , and the harshness of t he whit e ligh ts over t he
field. They focus only on t his one spot befor e m y hands and, to begin t heir show,
th ey w ait for a sim ple m otion, a m ere flick of t he wr ist. As a t inglin g sensat ion arises
in m y f inger tips, I lift m y han ds in pr eparat ion. One hu ndred pairs of eyes br eathe
in un ison across the hu ndr ed yards, and my h ands descend in a pract iced pat tern
toward that one point in space. I t is t hat point where th e hun dred pairs of eyes
release t heir breat h in to t heir var ious instrument s, where t he m usic is creat ed, and
where t he show begin s.
This exper ience is one that I get to relive every Friday night while condu cting t he
Plymou th High School m arch ing ban d in it s w eekly half- tim e perfor mance for the
foot ball f ans. While I hav e perfor med as one of the pairs of ey es, as conductor and
Senior Drum m aj or I feel a great er part of the show t han I ev er did before. I feel
every note and every phrase of m usic from every instrum ent, and I pull ev en m ore
m usic from t hose inst r um en ts. Their int ensit y is sparked from m y int ensity, and
m ine builds on t heir s. Th e intensit y is not only from the music; it com es from the
eyes. I t s m y eyes scanning t he field, scout ing for pr oblem s, and broker ing
confidence t hat com m and an intensity in response. This is the greatest feelin g in t he
world.
As m y mot ions become larger and lar ger and my left hand pushes upw ard, I dem and
volum e from t he band while it crescendos t oward its final n ot es. Building volume
and dr ive, t his music sends a t ingling sensation f rom my fingertips t hrou gh my
wrists and pulsing t hr ough m y body. My shoulders ache but keep driv ing t he beat ,
and m y em otions ar e key ed up. As t he brass builds an d t he band snaps t o at tent ion
in t he last pict ur e of t he show, t he per cussion line pushes t he m usic wit h a driv ing
hit . Mu sicians and conduct or alike clim ax wit h t he m usic u ntil r eaching t hat same
instant in t im e. Wit h a rigorous closing of m y fists, th e m usic st ops, but the ey es
hold t heir focus, instr um ents poised, until a sm ile st ret ches across m y face and m y
featur es r elax, t inglin g with pent u p em ot ion. Applause.
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ANALYSI S
An essay th at asks for discussion of an im port ant ext racur ricular activ ity m ay be just
th e place f or an applicant to discuss in greater det ail why participat in g in student
gover nm ent m akes his or her w orld go rou nd. But as in t his case, the essay m ay
also offer an opportunit y for an applicant t o furt her describe a unique or
un conv ent ional int erest . One Hundr ed Pairs of Eyes” det ails t he au thor ’s
experiences as conductor of her high school foot ball band a position that on paper
m ay not carr y m uch w eight , despit e it s m any responsibilities. Throu gh her
descript ion of leadin g one hun dred m usicians in the com plex ities of a half- tim e show,
the reader gains unique insight int o being at the helm of a m archin g band a
position f rom w hich f ew people have observed t he per spect ive.
The aut hor begins h er essays wit h rich descript ion she is t he poin t of focus for one
hundr ed set s of ey es. By personifyin g the eyes, th e aut hor paint s a m arv elous
pictur e of t he scene. The r eader can alm ost sense t he posit ion from which she m ust
be standing and the enor mit y of the group at her feet . But he or she is left to won der
what sort of aw kward situat ion m ay be causing t his unique scenar io. Just as t he
author cr eates an int ense sensation of t ension in t he essay, t he reader too holds his
or her br eath in advance of the ann ouncement that Glynn is t he leader of a m arching
band. As she continues, the aut hor cont rast s h er ex periences as conductor wit h
those of being a perform er, shedding light on t he exhilarat ion of holdin g the gaze of
the hun dred m usicians w ho look t o her for r hyt hm and t em po. And w ith descr ipt iv e
language in the thir d paragraph, the aut hor encourages t he r eader to pu sh onward,
toward t he finale of bot h t he m usic and the essay. The passage ends wit h an
im pr essive sense of relief bot h f or t he band m em bers and t he reader.
The Lost Ga m e
The Lost Gam e
-- by Stephanie A. St uart
When I was little m y fat her used to play a game with m e dr iv in g hom e. I ts m ain
substance was som et hing like t his: he would say, oh no, I seem t o be lost; how shall
we get hom e? And t hen he w ould ask, which w ay? Gleefu lly, I would cran e m y neck
abov e the seat ; accor din g t o t he gam e, his befuddlem ent was hopeless, an d I alone
as navigator could bring us hom e. No doubt I seem ed cont rary as I dir ected him
fur ther and furt her down back st reet s, but m y secret in cent iv e w as explor ation. As
a sm all child t her e is ver y lit tle one can control in ones w orld; to h ave cont rol over
an ent ire grow n- up not to m ent ion a whole car was t rem endously appealing. The
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real allure, though, was in going t he wr on g way as soon as we t urned left w here
we usually tur ned right, the wor ld was so brand new it might have only appear ed t he
m om ent w e roun ded t he corn er. My heart w ould beat below m y th roat as I gave t he
direction t o t ur n, stretching m y neck from my place in t he backseat , eager and
afraid: suppose I did really get us lost ? The secret desire to discov er alway s won out
over t he fear, but I can st ill recall t he f lut t er of m y heart on t he in side of m y r ibs as
I navigat ed th e r oundabout connect ions which was as m yst eriou s as t he Nort hw est
Passage, lone link bet w een t he cu l-de- sacs.
Explorat ion w as a quest I t ook to hear t; alone, I would set out on ex peditions in to
our back yar d, or dow n th e street , creat ing a m ent al m ap concent ric to our doorst ep.
Discov ery bloom ed m agical for me; m ar ked on the m ap wer e the locat ions of
aban doned tree houses, bell= blue flow ers and plant s w ith flat powdery leaves t he
size of silver dollar s.
The oth er night it fell t o m y brot her and m e t o r et urn a m ovie. Aft er we lef t it on the
count er, t hough, our sense of advent ure got the bet ter of us. Oh dear, I said, I
seem ed t o be lost . Where shall I go? Eager t o discov er t he town which sm older ed at
one oclock under t he orange and v iolet of sodium st reet lam ps, he chose t he r oad
less t rav eled, at least by our w heels.
We wound in to the pin e for est in t he dead of nigh t; m oonlight feel eerie across our
laps, st iated by tree tr unk s. I crest ed a hill slowly: Mont er ey spread in a light ed gr id
below us, dow n t o t he darkening sea.
Abov e, t he Milky Way sprang apart an d arched lik e a dance. I angled m y ear for a
m om ent to Gat sby’s t unin g for k, that pur e, enticing tone that echoes from t he
spher es. Think , rem em ber, I wished upon him , wh at it is to explore, and t he
explor er’s incent ive: discovery.
Which w ay?” I asked him , and he grinned slowly, m oonlight glint ing far -of f m ischief
in h is ey es. The st reets spread ort hogon al befor e us; th e pure r ealm of possibilit y
opened from t hem .
Straight ahead,” he said, and I smiled.
ANALYSI S
St ephanie’s essay falls int o the life ex periences categor y. How ever, rat her t han
focusing on a signle life- changing ex perience, Stephanie show s her approach
toward personal discover y by relat ing the sot ry of r idin g in a car and changin g the
st andard dir ect ions as a m eans of st um bling upon unexplored w or lds. Th e essay is
well cont rolled at no point does she stray t ow war d ov erstating t he significance of
th ese in dividual event s, but deft ly uses t hem as a t ool t o illu strat e her
advent ure- seeking at titude t owar d life and her unwillingness t o be satisfied wit h the
rout ine. St ephanie furt her highlight ed the im portance of discover y when she
subm it ted the essay t o th e adm issions off ice on U. S. Geological Surv ey m aps a
thoughtful t ouch.
The essays gr eatest asset is t he sense of per sonal dev elopm ent Stephanie conveys.
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What begin s as a cut e story of her childhood is used w onder fully to highlight her
personal developm ent as she writes of a t enet in h er life: Think, rem em ber what
it is to explor e, and t he explor ers incentive: discover y.” Stephanie avoids list in g her
accom plishm en ts in a r esum e put int o sentence f orm , but st ill captu res im port ant
aspects of h er ident it y, nam ely her inquisit iven ess. The essay is well- paced an d
calm , with a solid dev elopm ent from beginning t o end. Stephanie descr ibes sensor y
aspect s of her story ( flat, pow dery leaves the size of silver dollars” ) with great word
choice wit hout overdoing it . I t is clear t hat ever y word in t he essay w as carefu lly
chosen t o accurat ely and succintly describe her subj ect . Not only does h er essay
successfully paint a picture of her as an cu show s t hat t he sam e rious lit t le child, it
inqu isitiven ess she exhibited t hen she still possesses, n ow coupled w it h m or e
responsibilit y, as she driv es h er br ot her and encourages h is in quisit iveness.
The biggest risk in t his essay is that it does not adequat ely show case her
accom plishm ent s, norm ally a st andar d par t of a college essay. Wh ile it worked for
her, t his has m uch to do with t he ext raordinary lev el of care she t ook in craft ing t he
essay; her diligence shows, and the essay is an in sigh tful, w ell- wr it ten , an d
well-paced piece of work.
W a rm H ear ts a nd a Cold Gu n
Warm Hearts and a Cold Gun
-- by Jam es A. Colber t
I f a six- foot -t all man slinging a sem i-au tom at ic rif le had approached m e in
Greenfield, I probably would have scream ed for help. How ever, being in a for eign
land, unable even to speak the nat ive t ongue, my opt ions of recour se wer e
signif icant ly lim ited. The loom ing creature, dressed m ostly in black, wit h short, dar k
hair, proceeded t o grasp m y right hand. As a sm ile furtively crept across his face, he
m out hed, Tim e t o get on the bus.”
What?” I nervously spurted at t he cold w eapon before m e.
I ’m sor ry. I didn t int rodu ce m y self,” he said. I m Ofir, you r counselor.”
Complet ely unnerv ed, I hurried onto t he bus t o be sur e the gun rem ained at his side.
Did you know one of our leaders is a guy wit h a gun?” I asked a girl f rom
Philadelphia, sit t ing beside m e.
What did you ex pect ? This is I srael, not New England.”
At t he end of my j unior year I decided to go to I srael t o escape f rom the stim ulat ing
but confining at m osphere of Deer field Academ y. I yearned for a new environm ent
where I could m eet student s unlike t he ones I knew, where I could ex plore a foreign
cult ure, and where I could learn m or e about my religion. The brochure fr om the
Nesiya I nstit ut e had ment ioned a creativ e j ou rney feat ur ing hikes in t he desert ,
work shops wit h prom in ent I sraeli ar tist s, dialogues bet ween Arabs and Jews, and
discussion s on I sraeli cult ure and Judaism, but nowh ere had it m ent ioned
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counselors wit h r ifles. I suddenly wondered if I had m ade the r ight decision.
Weeks lat er, sitting outside t he Bayit Vagan Youth hostel as the sun began to sink in
th e I sraeli sky, I sm iled w it h reassurance. As I look ed up f rom w rit ing in m y jour nal,
a group of m ist y clouds converged t o form an opaqu e m ass. But t he inexorable sun
dem onst rat ed her t enacit y. One by one, golden arr ows pierced t he celest ial canopy
to illum inat e t he lush, gr een valley between Yad Vashem an d t he hills of western
Jeru salem . I could f eel holiness in t hose rays of golden light t hat radiat ed from t he
sun like spokes of a heavenly wheel.
That m om ent was on e of t he m ost spirit ual of my life. The natu ral grandeur of t he
sight seem ed t o br ing toget her the m ost m eaningfu l experiences of m y fiv e weeks
in I srael: w atching t he sunrise over the Red Sea, wading chest-deep t hrou gh a
st ream in the Golan Heigh ts, looking up at the my riad stars in the desert sky,
explor ing a cave in Negev, and clim bing the lim estone pr ecipice of Masada. These
natu ral tem ples far surpassed any lim est one sanctuar y built by m an.
Shift ing m y gaze downwards, I not iced Ofir st andin g beside m e wit h his eyes fixed
on t he sacred valley. At age t w ent y-five, his head was already baldin g, but t he
expression on his face, w ith his ey es st ret ched wide and his j aws par t ed, rem inded
m e of a child start ing w it h delight at a fish in an aquar ium . For ov er a m inut e neit her
of us spoke. That poignant silen ce said m ore t han a t housand w ords could ever
express.
Being an em pirical per son, I need confirm at ion, to prove t o myself t hat I
under st ood.
Finally, I said t o Ofir, This is holin ess.” His weapon bounced as h e swiveled t o look
me in the ey e. As he nodded in affir mat ion, a beam of light t ranscended h is pupils to
produce a t elling spar k of corroborat ion.
Em erson said in Nat ure,” The sun illum inat es only t he ey e of m an, but sh ines int o
the ey e and heart of t he child.” I carried an L. L. Bean backpack, and Ofir carr ied an
Uzi, but that aft ernoon as t he su n war med our heart s, w e wer e bot h childr en.
ANALYSI S
The t opic of t his essay w ork s w ell becau se it convey s t he aut hor ’s per sonal gr owt h
fr om an experience unique t o m ost Am erican st udent s. His declar ation of his
decision t o leav e the at m osph ere of his boardin g school t o travel abroad est ablishes
him as a stu dent w illing t o broaden his hor izons and vent ur e t o the unk nown. The
init ial com parison of I srael to h is hom et own is t hought fully phrased and expresses
his honest feelings.
The au thor is extrem ely concise in th is essay, descr ibing everyt hing that is
necessary and leaving ou t unnecessary det ails. His personal voice is evident . Rat her
than give plain descriptions of t he places h e v isited, t he au thor recalls his personal
react ion to seeing such places, ther efore allow ing th e r eader t o get to know t he
writer s own perspect iv e.
The dialogue in t his essay is also succin ct , bu t com plete. The au thor integrat es ot her
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voices in h is essay because t hose v oices are par t of his exper ience abroad. Fin ally,
the closing quot e from Em erson’s Nature” is w ell used and t ies t ogether wit h the
poignant im ager y of the cont rasting L. L. Bean backpack and Uzi, leaving t he reader
with a v ision of what t he wr iter experienced.
I n t he W ait in g Room
I n the Waiting Room
By Carlin E. Wing
You will not think , my m ind fir mly infor m ed me; you are mu ch t oo busy being
nervous to t hink . I sat in the m ot her of all w aiting room s. My pen tr aveled frant ically
across t he pages of m y black book, recording ev ery detail of t he r oom in fragm ent s
that passed for poetr y. I t r ied t o writ e som ething deeply insight fu l about t he
procedure I w as abou t to undergo but failed t o produce even an opening sent ence.
These were t he final m inut es befor e m y hand would be separat ed from my pen for
ten weeks. Even if I could not t hink, I needed to write. My ey es becam e m y pen and
I w rote:
Waiting Room
The nam e dictat es t he atm ospher e
The walls, papered in pr int ed beige,
Are dot ted w it h past el picture.
Two square colum ns int errupt the room ,
Att ended by brow n plast ic trash bin s.
An u ndecided carpet of green, black , gray, red, blue
Mirrors t he undecided feelings of the occupants.
And n one of t hese m ask th e inevitable t ension of t he space.
I paused and lift ed my head t o st ar e at The Door t hat led to m y fat e.
My fate was t o have wrist surger y. Three years before, I had been told t hat t he
fractur e in m y wr ist would heal. Earlier t his year, I was again sit t ing in fr on t of X-rays
and MRI results list ening to t he doctor say t hat th e old fracture had been an
indicat ion t hat t he ligam ent s and t endons wer e t or n. I could have declined t o have
surgery and never played com pet it ive squash again . I t was never an opt ion.
I am a j ock. My com pet it ive personality finds a safe place t o release it self on a
playing field. My st rongest m ot ivat ion is t he prospect of doing w hat n o one ex pect s
I can do. Howev er, th e har dest com petition I face is t hat of m y ow n ex pectat ions.
Squash allow s m e t o put t he per fectionist in m e t o good use. The beaut y of squash,
and spor ts in general, is t hat I never r each an ant i- clim ax because t here is always a
higher level t o reach for. Squ ash requires a healthy w rist . Sur gery w ou ld m ake m y
wrist healt hy. My im m ediat e reaction t o th e doctor ’s wor ds was “ Yes, I want sur gery.
How soon can it be done? How long unt il I can play squash again? Can I w at ch?
No on e u nderstood t hat last par t. My par ents j okingly t old t heir fr iends about m y
desire to obser ve the surger y, and t he doct or w as adam antly opposed t o t he idea.
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But I had not been joking. It was m y w rist they were going to be workin g on. I
though t that entit led m e t o wat ch. Any how, I had n ever seen an operat ion and was
fascinat ed by t he idea of som eone being able to sew a t endon back t oget her. I had
th is im age of a doct or pu lling ou t t he needle an d t hr ead and set tin g t o wor k,
whistling. Perhaps subconsciously I want ed t o super vise t he operat ion, to m ake
sure t hat all the lit tle pieces wer e sewn back int o t he r ight places ( adm it t edly not a
very rat ional thou ght since I wouldnt k n were sewing them ow by sight if they
together or tearing t hem apar t) . I understood t he doctor ’s fear t hat I w ould panic
and m ess up the operat ion . Still, I want ed t o wat ch. I felt it w ould give m e a degree
of con tr ol over this inj ur y t hat had com e t o dom inate m y life with out per mission.
Unfor tunat ely, the final decision w as not m ine to m ake and the surger y was t o go
unr ecorded by my eyes, lost in t he m em ories of doctor s w ho perform t hese
operations daily.
The Door opened and I looked u p, t ingling wit h hope and apprehension. I n r esponse
to the nur ses call a fragile elder ly lady in a cashm ere sweater and flowered scarf
was wheeled t ow ards The Door by her son. As she passed m e I ov erheard her say,
Let s rock and roll.” The w ords echoed in m y ear s and penet rat ed m y hear t. As I
wat ched her disappear beyond The Door, I silent ly t han ked her for t he sudden dose
of courage she had unk now ingly inj ect ed in m e. If she could do it , I could do it . I was
next and before too long I was ly ing on a gur ney in a room filled w it h doct ors. I told
the anest hesiologist th at I did not want t o be put t o sleep, even though a curt ain hid
the act ual operat ion fr om m y sight . I said Hi to Dr. Melone an, as the operat ion
began, sang cont ent edly along wit h th e Blues Brot her s.
ANALYSI S
Chronicling an intim at e m om ent or ot her requires par ticular personal experience
att ent ion and care in the essay- w rit ing process. An au thor m ust be conscious t hat
he or she creates an appropr iate sense of balance t hat at once capt ures th e r eader
while allowing for a sense of gen uine personal reflect ion t o show t hrough. To be sur e,
the risk of t ur ning t he reader off wit h overly personal details or unnecessarily deep
conclusions is a constant t hreat . How ever, I n t he Wait in g Room r eflects a
successful at t em pt at conv incing the r eader t hat t he aut hor ’s wrist sur ger y m erit s
his or her attent ion. Alt hough un focused, this w ork dem on st rates t hat an essay
about an ot herw ise insign ificant topic can in f act be insightf ul and even t ouching.
By establishing a stron g sense of t ension at the beginning of t he essay, I n the
Waiting Room succeeds w her e oth er personal r eflect ion w ork s often falt er. Th e
auth or does not begin wit h a topic sent ence or ot her device t hat stat es t he essays
point r ight aw ay. To do so in t his sort of essay would be t o m ak e t he piece too m uch
like a what-I - did-last- su m m er n arr ative. I nst ead, the reader is k ept in suspense
unt il t he second paragraph of the piece of t hat which is causing t he au thor ’s angst.
Only t hen does t he author spell out t hat it is his im pendin g wrist surger y and n ot
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a shot or test resu lts – which has caused such gr eat an xiet y. As the essay cont inues,
the au thor uses the occasion of wait ing for t he sur gery t o reflect on m any of his
com plem en tar y at t ribut es: writer, ath lete, coward an d st oic. Overall, t he w rit ing is
clear and unpret ent ious.
Yet in illustrat ing his m ultiple roles, the author tends t o lose focu s of the essay’s
overall point. Wher e it seem s like t he author port rays him self as an av id wr it er from
the flow of t he first paragraph, the r eader is sur pr ised t o learn that t he aut hor is
act ually a self-descr ibed j ock who plays squash. Bef ore returning t o the topic of
the operat ion, the aut hor takes another mom ent to reflect on his m otiv ation for
participat ing in sports. The essay loses significant st eam and regains it only wit h t he
announcem ent t hat the aut hor hopes to observ e his ow n surger y. While inter est in g
independent ly, th ese com plicat ions dist ract from t he overall point . An essayist must
be aw are of the need to ensure that t he flow of writ ing m aint ain s a defin ite sense of
direction and doesnt m eander too far fr om th at pat h.
M y Re spon sibilit y
My Responsibility
-- by Dav id J. Brigh t
When she h ung up t he phone, she im m ediat ely bur st int o tears and grabbed out in
all direct ions for som et hing t o hold onto as she sank t o t he floor. I st ood t her e
m ot ionless, not know ing w hat to do, not knowing w hat t o say, not even know ing
what had happened. I t wasnt until I an swered the door m om ent s lat er and saw t he
police officer s standin g in t he alcove t hat I f inally discov ered w hat had t aken place.
My fift een-year- old brot her had been ar rested. I t was on ly t en days befor e
Christm as, a y ear ago t oday wh en it happened, but st ill I r em em ber it lik e
yester day.
Robert had alw ays been a ram bunctious as a child w ild and liv ely, as m y m om
always said. He was constan tly j ok ing arou nd, play ing pran ks, and causing m ay hem ,
but his engagin g per sonalit y and sm all st ature always seem ed t o save him from t he
firing line. This gave him t he not ion t hat he could cause any am ount of t r ouble
without feeling t he repercussions. As a youngster grow ing up in I reland, he h ad
found few opportunit ies to get into a gr eat deal of t rouble. But four year s ago at the
age of tw elve, t he r ules chan ged for him w hen he, my m ot her and I m oved to
Am erica.
The same short st ature that had been his ally in I reland was now Rober t ’s enem y in
Am erica. He was bullied and beat en on a daily basis. Since I couldnt be t her e all t he
tim e, Robert sou ght the prot ection from oth ers. By the end of his fir st year in
Am erica, he had already j oined a gang.
His appearance det eriorat ed, per sonalit y disappeared, and aggressiveness
increased, leaving him an an gr y, hollowed out , m an ic depressive. Aft er a year or so,
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his f righ teningly self-dest ructiv e behav ior and t errif ying appearance f orced m y
m om to send him t o a suicide t r eatment cent er. There he r eceived r ound t he clock
attent ion, cou nseling, and m edication for his depr ession an d aggr essiveness. He
was r eleased aft er a couple of m onths.
Only a few shor t weeks lat er, supposedly after m ix ing his m edicat ion w ith alcohol,
he w ent out with his friends t o go t o t he store. Th ere t hey r obbed, sh ot an d k illed a
st ore clerk Rober t, as an accom plice t o t he crim e, w as charged wit h ar m ed r obbery
and second degr ee m urder.
Looking back now, I realize not w hat Robert had done wrong, but what I h ad done
wrong. I had tak en no in ter est in his welf are, and I n ever int er vened when he
needed me to. I j ust sat back and let it all com e crashing down ar ound m e. I t’s in
this respect t hat I guess I ve changed the m ost. I m now a m uch mor e involv ed
person. I no longer allow t hings t o j ust happen I m ust be a par t of every th ing that
affect s me. I m also a m ore caring an d bet ter person. To m ake up fr o w hat I did or
rath er, didnt do I look out for t hose ar oun d m e, m y fam ily and my friends. I act
like a big br ot her t o t hem t o com pensat e for not being any kind of br ot her at all t o
Robert.
The experience hasnt only m ade m e bet t er. I n a st range way, it was also t he best
thing t hat could have happened t o Robert. He’s t ur ned his life ar ound and is
presen tly preparing t o t ake t he SATs in ant icipat ion t o go on t o college, som ething
the old Robert would nev er have done.
I guess it ’s sort of w eird, isnt it . Such a dr eadf ul ex perience can chan ge an ent ire
fam ily ’s life, and how such a t ragic situation could give birth to such gr eat things.
ANALYSI S
Bright s int ensely per son al essay shows u s t he positive ou tcome of w hat seems lik e
an ov erwh elm in gly negat ive experience, that is, t he ar rest of h is brother. Thr ough
his t alkat iv e, in tim ate writing st yle, Bright is able t o reach his r eader s because h e
does n ot take a sent im ent al or m oralistic t one. The strength of t his essay lies in its
hon est y and it s abilit y not on ly t o crit icize his brot her, Rober t, for h is transgression ,
but to repr im and th e author for his, as well. Wh at mak es this essay so unique is that
Bright finds him self at fault and dem onstrat es his personal grow th fr om his m ist akes,
unlik e m ost college essay s t hat are high ly self- adulating in nat ur e. Throu gh
accurately assessing where he went wron g by not acting like a true broth er to
Robert, Bright’s piece is mor e im pressive t han m ost college essays.
Anot her gr eat st rengt h of Bright s essay is t he m atu rit y he displays by being able t o
take t he blam e for h is brot her ’s dem ise. This is a characterist ic of a t rue big br other,
one w ho know s how m uch his siblings adm ire an d respect him , as well as value his
ju dgm ent . I nst ead of har shly reproaching Robert for his crim e, Bright t ur ns to
him self and h ow he had taken n o int er est in his [ Robert s] w elfare.” Fur th erm ore,
Brigh t illu strat es h ow he w as m at ur e enou gh t o lear n from h is er ror s and im prov e
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him self: I act like a big br ot her t o com pensate for n ot being any kind of brot her
at all to Robert .” Bright is able to see t hat there are posit ive aspects of t his bad
experience and t hen applies t hem to h is life; he shows to us t hat he is w illing to
change him self and m ake up for what he did not do for Rober t by becom ing a m uch
m ore inv olved person.” I n his essay, many aspects of Bright shine t hr ough: his
m at ur ity and str engt h, as well as his capacit y to see a br ight silver lining on w hat
look s like a black t hunder cloud. Qualit ies such as t hese are ult im at ely the m ost
im port ant in t er m s of m easur ing who on e is.
The only t hing t hat Bright m igh t have added t o his essay is m ore of w hat h appened
to Rober t. We lear n that Robert was arr est ed, and is n ow st udy ing for his SATs and
prepar ing to go to college, but we are n ot told w hat happened t o him bet w een h is
arrest and his self- im pr ovem ent . How did Robert decide t o t urn his life ar ound?
What challenges did he face? The second t o last paragraph m ight need a lit tle m ore
det ail as t o how Robert went th rough t he process of becom ing who he is today. Yet,
aside f rom this one m inor com m ent, t he essay stands on it s own it j um ps out at
the r eader f or its u niqueness, for it s quiet , y et power ful, per sonal revelat ions.
The Line
The Line
-- by Daniel B. Visel
Ther e is no chan ce,” wrote Ella Wheeler Wilcox, no dest iny, no fat e, that can
circum v ent or hin der or cont rol the fir m r esolve of a determ ined soul.” Th ese w ords
are fr om her poem Will,” a favorit e of m y Aunt May. Though Mr s. Wilcox’s w ords on
chance and dest iny never r eally caugh t m y ear when Aun t May read it t o m e so
m any tim es, t hose words r esonat ed in m y head December 9, 1994, a day that I w ill
never forget . On t hat day, I st ood before Judge St anley Pivner t o t est ify against m y
best fr iend, Wyatt . Th e w orkings of fat e ar e st range indeed: Wyatt and I had been
fr iends since k indergarten , w hen we went t o Suzuk i violin lessons t oget her. We had
been t he best of all possible friends in grade school, helped each ot her t hr ough the
tr oubled junior high years, and have rem ained close t hrough high school. Our pat hs,
though , had led us in differ ent dir ect ions: I spent all my tim e study ing for classes,
while he invest ed tim e an d m oney in soaping up his 1986 Dodge Ram . College didnt
seem the necessity to him that it did for m e: Wyat t liv ed for the m om ent. The fu ture,
for him , would be dealt wit h w hen he cam e t o it .
Wyatt ’s cr ow d was a wild bunch. I was wary of them t hey did danger ous t hings.
Som ehow, I didn’t associat e Wyat t w it h any of t his, thought : he was Wyat t , m y
fr iend, a kn ow n qu ant ity. I gu ess I had been too busy st udy ing to n otice how m uch
he had changed. I t didnt hit m e u ntil a Thursday nigh t m y senior year = = th e night
th at Wyatt pulled up in his truck an d asked if I was doing any thin g. I h ad finished m y
m ath h om ework for t he week, and had a good star t on a draft of the t erm paper I
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was w riting on Dutch paint ers, so I said t hat I wasnt . I got in t he t ruck wit h Wyatt,
and we hit t he r oad, h eadin g t o Bar bert on.
Why are w e going t o Bar ber ton?” I asked Wyat t .
I got a plan,” he replied, sou nding dark . I not iced that ther e was a fu nny odor in t he
car it sm elled like beer. Had Wyat t been drink ing? I wonder ed. I didnt say
anyth ing, t hough; I didnt want t o lose face in f ron t of som eon e I respect ed. There
was a pained silence in t he car as we sped tow ar ds Barbert on. As I k ept a firm eye
on t he r oad, m ak ing sur e th at Wy att wasnt swerving or driving t oo fast, I
recollected t hat Friday was t he day of t he Barber ton foot ball gam e.
We pu lled up in the lot of t he Barbert on high school. I rem ained silent . To t his day,
I w onder why I didnt say som et hin g, why I couldn t find wor ds t o st op him . We got
out of t he t ruck; Wyat t got a pair of lockcut t ers ou t fr om under his seat, and I
follow ed him arou nd the back of the high school. You could punctur e the silence wit h
a stilett o.
I realized, t oo lat e, what was happening. Barbert on w as our high school rival; every
year, people fr om ou r school t alked about kidnapping t he Barbert on m ascot , a m ale
baboon nam ed Heracles t hat they kept in a shed behind t he school. Nobody act ually
did any thing about it , though . Wyat t , thou gh, seem ed intent on changing that . I
followed dum bly, m y heart heav y w it h angst.
Wyat t , th is is lunacy,” I t old him . He said not hin g, on ly sm iled m enacingly. I could
sm ell the alcohol on his breat h. I didnt know what to do; I followed h is direction s
when he told m e to stand gu ard. Qu ickly and skillfully he cut the lock holdin g the
door shut , t hen open ed t he door. I t w as pit ch- black in side t he shed; Heracles w as
evident ly asleep. He called out the beast s nam e; som et hing st irr ed inside, there
was a yawn, and Heracles cam e sham bling out. I had never seen the m onkey before;
I was surpr ised at how fr iendly and well- m anner ed he was. He scrutin ized us,
look ing for som e kind of a handout I guess – how was he t o know what Wyat t had in
m ind? Wyat t was im pressed wit h Heracles’s frien dliness: he told m e t hat this was
going t o be easier t han we had t hought . The m onkey good- nat ur edly followed us
back t o t he par kin g lot. Wit h a litt le wor k, we succeeded in gett ing him int o t he back
of t he pickup truck. Wyat t t hrew a tarp over h im , we got in t he cab, and w e star ted
off, m y brain f ull of anxiet y.
Heracles, t hough, didn’t seem t o like t he back of t he t ruck t hat m uch. Som ehow, he
m anaged to get out fr om under t he tar p; wit h a boun d, he had j um ped fr om t he
tr uck t o t he parking lot . Som ething t ripped in Wyat t right t hen; t o t his day, I m n ot
sure w hat it was. I suspect it was the alcohol.
You have t o draw the line som ewhere. On t hat day, what st ar ted off as a sim ple hig h
school prank went h orr ibly wrong. I t ’s im por tant t o suppor t y our fr iends, but t here
are som e t hings that are sim ply not allow ed and running ov er a m onkey w it h a
pickup t ruck is one of t hem . Wyat t was out of cont r ol that night. Rage took hold of
him : he was no longer m y fr iend, he had sunk low er than t he ape crushed beneath
th e wheels of h is t r uck. And so, on a chilly day in Decem ber, I found m yself on th e
witness st and, forced t o bear w itness against m y best friend. Ella Wh eeler Wilcoxs
wor ds cour sed t hr ough m y blood that day : fat e had tak en the pat hs of our liv es
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apar t , but I was determined t o do what was right . To follow t he t rut h is a difficult
pat h: it requ ires determ inat ion , a det erm inat ion that I did not have t he nigh t w e
drov e t o Barbert on. I learned som et hing t hat nigh t. I ts a lesson t hat will st ay w ith
m e m y whole life.
ANALYSI S
Ev ery applicat ion, j ust as ev ery applicant , is unique. Everyon e h as a differ ent stor y
to tell. Th is applicant does a good j ob of t elling t he st ory of an experience that
changed h is life; although h is st ory is a bit longer than is usual for an applicat ion, it
is generally t ight . Th e language is som ewhat flowery : the num ber of superfluou s
adj ect ives and adverbs could be cut dow n. Some det ails m ight be t hought of as
ext raneous. Nobody needs to know t hat t he nam e of t he m ascot was Heracles, for
exam ple. Howev er, such det ails as t hese pu t a human spin on the essay; t he r eader
has an easy tim e const ruct ing a m ent al pict ure of t he applicant .
While th is applicat ion h as a st ron g story, the structure which brings it t ogeth er is
som ewhat weak . The quot e, while it may hav e deep person al sign ificance t o th e
aut hor, seem s like it could have been a r andom m ot ivat ional quote grabbed off the
inter net . Though the au thor t ries h ard t o in tegr ate it into the story, he never r eally
succeeds; it seems, finally , irrelevant.
This essay shines in t hat it gives the r eader an idea of som e qualit ies t hat w ould not
be br ough t out in t he r est of t he applicat ion. Loyalt y, det erm in ation, and honor are
not virt ues t hat can be exhibit ed in a resum e. The aut hor present s a difficult
sit uat ion: t orn bet ween friendship and honesty, h e chooses the lat ter. A few
quest ions rem ain un answered. Wh ere is Wyat t now? Why does t he aut hor s
resolut ion of principles take so long t o com e abou t? Nonetheless, Dan rem ain s a
post er boy for honesty, a v irt ue colleges ar e all t oo happy t o rally behin d.
En ter in g a Sh ade d W or ld
Ent ering a Shaded World
-- by Ezra S. Tessler
Bending my h ead t o pass through the low doorway I blinked deliberat ely, allow ing
my eyes t o adj ust to t he dim light of t he cavernous room . Every th ing was a clouded
dream , one th at you are unable t o disentangle as it spins t hrough y our unconscious,
but which som ehow begin s t o unrav el and become clear er on ly after you have
awakened. As m y eyes adj usted t o the darkness into w hich I had j ust ent ered, I
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caught sight of t he seated figu re illum inat ed by the dim light . I w as un able t o tell if
he w as m iles away in m y wor ld or inches away in a dist an t world.
I approached the dar k figure, k nowing t hat his eyes had felt m y pr esence but were
occupied and could w ait to m eet m y nearing figure w it h a fam iliar face. Then, h e
raised his head slowly fr om t he draw in g in his lap, his soft dark eyes focu sing on
m ine as he gave a slight nod and a gent le sm ile, acknowledging m e wit h a f ew
m uf fled words in Spanish. I studied the f ace and not iced t he subt le det ails. He w as
barely thirt y, but his face was creased with lines of st ruggle, pr essed into a clay
m ask by m any h ard years. His dark countenance t ransport ed m e t hr ough t im e to a
place wher e I stood in fr ont of a n oble Azt ec leader.
I had com e t o this land to experience a differ ent cult ur e, to learn a for eign language,
and t o encoun ter new people. I had arr iv ed in his st udio like a blank canvas: he had
found it , st ret ched it , and pr epar ed it for t he transformat ion t hat would soon tak e
place. Wit h a gent le hand h e had lift ed his paint br ush from his palet te, and
passionat ely sweeping his brush across the canvas, he had creat ed a n ew
com posit ion in m e. He t hen carefully handed m e t he n ew pain ting, and wit h it , his
palette and pain tbrush, still holding t he paint he had u sed. I left containin g the
shades of h is world and h olding t he t ools n eeded t o face m y wor ld.
His ey es shaded by m em or y., he had t old m e wit h hum ble pr ide the stories of his
people. He had recount ed his struggles his fight ing in t he rev olution, and his com bat
in t he count ry side of Chiapas. He had described t he oppr ession h e and his fam ily
had suffered from the governm ent , all wit h t he gentle breeze of hope blow ing
thr ough h is wor ds.
He had looked at m e one day as we bot h sat hun ched ov er our sketchbooks, and
whispered in his lingering Spanish a single t hought : ev en if things did not change,
even if his hope was not f ulfilled, he still had som eth ing that no gover nm ent could
take away, som et hing t hat was his own and wou ld wit her away only af ter h e had
breat hed his last br eath. His soul was his, and he w ant ed to share it throu gh his
art wor k.
My m ind floated back into the cave, w here it blinked, ru bbed it s eyes, and soared
abov e t he scene. The scene had t wo figur es facing each other, inches away in place
and t im e, bu t year s aw ay in exper ience, slowly connect ed inwar dly as t hey
proceeded in being am idst each other, j oined by a connecting t rut h an d by t he soft
light w hich threw it s buoy ant flicker over t he two m asses, distor tin g and t w ist ing
th em int o infin it e and am orph ous shapes w avering on t he m ut ed wall.
ANALYSI S
This is an ex am ple of h ow an essay doesnt n ecessarily hav e to t ell som et hing abou t
the aut hor fort hr ight. Althou gh he succum bs occasionally t o the use of clichés,
Tessler is t alent ed at writin g, an d he ex hibit s t his talent un rest rained in a piece at
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once m yst erious and engaging. I t doesn’t t ry t o be an or din ary essay, nor does it t ry
to sneak in a list of achievem en ts. Tessler constr ucts t he essay as t hough it w ere a
paint ing, filling it wit h det ailed color and showin g n ot telling ev er yt hin g he
observ es and im agines, u nafraid to delve int o t he abst ract.
Subt le aspect s of Tessler ’s w riting style produ ce a sense of enigm at ic fantasy which
em phasizes h is abilit y to writ e and y et m ay confuse t he reader./ t he fir st paragraph
set s the stage for t he essay by cast ing a clouded dr eam of confusion even on the
part of t he aut hor, unsure of w ho is in wh at w orld, vacillat ing bet w een t he consciou s
and subconsciou s. An d in the last paragraph, h e separat es his m ind fr om him self
and refer s t o this min d in th e th ird per son. Thr ough such t ech niques, he env elops
th e reader in his im aginat ion. The st ory is lik ely to be dif ferent from m ost college
essays an d would help instill a lasting im pression on his cr it ical readership.
Unfor tunat ely, som e m ight find t his m ystery t o be t oo ex tr em e. Cert ain
fun dam ental ideas, such as where Tessler is and wit h whom he is int eract in g, ar e
unclear. And t he point of t he essay seems lost if one does not consider th e exhibit ion
of w rit ing st yle and im aginat ion t o be a m aj or aspect of t he piece. Th is m ay be t o
Tessler’s d isadvant age if t he adm issions st aff reading this essay is left mor e in a
st ate of bew ilderment at what t he essay was about than of adm ir ation at Tessler s
writing apt itude.
For the m ost part , how ever, t he reader is likely to be left wit h a sen se of satisfact ion
aft er reading this work, part icularly due to it s unusual nat ur e. Tak in g the risk of
slight ly confu sing t he reader, in th is case, is not inadv isable. I f the r eader is
confused, t he wr iting sty le will cert ainly m ake up for this. And if the reader is not
confused, t he essay succeeds in st rengt hen ing Tessler’s applicat ion.
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Dandelion Dr eam s
By Em m eline Chuan g
My big sist er once told m e that if I shut m y eyes and blew on a dandelioin puf f, all of
my w ishes w ould com e t rue. I used t o believe her and would wake up early in the
m ornin g t o go dandelion hu nt ing. How m y par ent s m ust have laughed to see m e
scram bling out in th e backy ard, plucking lit t le gray weeds, and blow ing out t he
seeds un til m y cheek s h ur t.
I m ade t he most out rageous w ishes. I w ished t o own a m onkey, a parrot, and a
unicor n; I w ished to gr ow up an d be just like She- Ra, Pr incess of Pow er. And, of
cour se, I wished for a thousand m ore w ishes so I would never run out .
I alw ays believed m y w ishes w ould com e t rue. When they didnt , I ran to my sist er
and dem anded an ex planat ion. She laughed and said I j ust hadn t done it right .
I t only wor ks if you do it a cert ain way,” she told m e wit h a little smile. I wat ched her
with side, adm iring eyes an d thought she m ust be r ight . She was ten year s older
than m e and knew t he way s of t he w orld; not hing she said could be w ron g. I w ent
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back an d t ried again .
Tim e passed, and I grew older. My per fect sist er left hom e – not telling m y parents
where she had gone. Shocked by her apparent fall from grace, I spent m ost of m y
tim e staring ou t th e win dow. I w ondered wher e she had gon e and why she hadnt
told us wher e she was going. Occasionally, I wandered ou tside to pluck a few
dandelions and wish for m y sister ’s return. Each tim e, I hoped desperat ely t hat I had
done it the r ight way and t hat t he wish would com e t rue.
But it n ever happened.
Aft er a while, I gave up not on ly on m y sist er but on the dandelions as well.
Shock had chan ged t o anger and t hen t o rej ection of m y sister and ev ery th ing she
had told m e. The old dream er w ithin m e vanished and was replaced by a harsh
teen-age cynic w ho told m e over and ov er t hat I should have k nown bet ter than to
believe in fr ee wishes. I t chided m e for m y past belief in un icorns and laughed at the
thought of m y gr owing up t o be a fiv e foot eleven, sleek She- Ra. I t t old m e t o stop
being silly and sentim ent al and t o realize t he facts of life, t o accept w hat I was and
what m y sist er w as, and live w it h it.
For a wh ile I tried. I abandon ed m y old dream s, m y old ideas, and threw m yself
ent ir ely int o school an d t he whole dreary rat race of scrabbling for grades and
popularit y. Aft er a t im e, I even began t o com e out ahead and could st art each day
with an indiffer ent shr ug instead of a defeat ed w him per. Yet none of it m ade m e
happy. For som e reason , I k ept on thinking about dandelions and m y sist er.
I tried to forget about bot h, but t he edge of m y anger and disillusionm ent wore aw ay
and the essence of my old self start ed t o seep thr ough again. Despit e t he best
effort s of t he cynic in m e, I cont inually found m yself st aring out at t hose dandelion s
and m aking wishes.
I t wasnt the sam e as before, of cour se. Most of m y old dr eam s and ideals had
vanished for ever. Certainly, I could nev er wish for a un icorn as a pet and act ually
m ean it now. No, my dr eam s w ere different now, less based on fant asy and m ore on
reality.
Dream s of becom ing a pr incess in a castle or a m agical sorceress had ch anged in to
hopes of som eday liv ing in the woods an d wr it ing novels lik e J. D. Salinger, or
playing Tch aikov sky’s Concert o in A t o orchest ral accom pnim ent . These were the
dream s t hat floated t hrou gh my m ind now. They were t em pered by a caut ion that
hadnt been there befor e, but t hey w ere there. For t he first t im e since m y sist er’s
depar ture, I w as ack now ledging their presence.
I had t o, for it w as these dr eam s that dilut ed t he pur e m eaninglessness of m y daily
st ruggles in school and made m e happy. I t w as t hese dr eam s and t he hope of
som eday f ulf illing t hem that ult im at ely saved m e from f alling in to t he clut ches of the
dreaded beast of apat hy that lu rked alongside the trails of t he rat race. Without
th em , I t hink I w ou ld hav e given up and st um bled off the t racks long ago.
I t t ook a long t im e for m e t o accept t his t r ut h and t o adm it that m y cynical self was
wron g in deny ing m e m y dream s, j ust as m y yout hful self had been wrong in living
entir ely wit hin t hem . I n order to succeed and sur vive, I needed to find a balance
bet ween t he t wo.
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My sister w as r ight ; I hadnt been going aft er m y dream s t he right way. Now I know
bet ter. This t im e around, w hen I go in to t he garden and pick m y dandelion puff, m y
wish es will com e true.
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Re m e m be r t h a t t h e se 5 0 e ssay s ar e v e ry popu la r a n d ha v e be e n a r ou nd for a ve r y
lon g t im e ( pr oba bly e ve n be for e y ou w e r e bor n!) . Th e r ef or e , t he a dm ission of fice r s
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5 0 e ssa y- - 1 。塑造自我 A For m at ion of Self
Befor e ev en t ouching t he cam era, I m ade a list of som e of t he phot ographs I w ould
t ake: w eb cov ered w it h w at er, gr im ace r eflect ed in t h e calculat or scr een, hand
holdin g a t iny r ound m irr or w her e j ust m y ey e is v isible, cat ’s st r iped u nderbelly as
he j u m ps t owar d t h e lens, m anh ole covers, hand holding a t ranslucent sect ion of
orange, pink ies par t ak in g of a pink ie swear, m idsect ion w it h j eans, h air h eld ou t
sideway s at ar m ’s lengt h, bot t om of foot , soap on f ace. This, I t hink is ak in t o a
for m at ion of self. Perh aps I hav e had t he r ev elat ions ev en if t he ph ot os ar e nev er t aken.
I alr eady kn ow t h e dual st rain s t he biogr aph ers w ill t alk abou t , st rain s t w ist ing
t h rough a life. The com bin at ion is em bodied h ere: I w r it e j oy fully, in t he m argin of
m y lab book , beside a diagr am of a beaker, “ I solat ed it t oday, Beaut iful w ispy
st rands, spider w ebs suspended below t he sur face, delicat e t endr ils, cloudy w hit e,
ly rical, eleg ant DNA! This is DNA! So beaut ifu l!”
I should h ave been a Renaissan ce m an . I t k ills m e t o choose a field ( t o choose
bet w een t he sciences an d t he hum anit ies! ) . My m ind r oam s, I w ide- ey ed, int o
inf init e cavern s and loops. I sh ould fly ! Let m e dev our t h e air, dissolv e ever y t h ing
int o m y bloodst r eam , lear n!
The elem ent s are boun dless, bu t , if asked t o isolat e t hem , I can see t angles ar ound
m edicine and w r it ing. The t r ick w ill be t o int egrat e t hem in t o a w h ole, and t h en
m aybe I can t ake t he phot ograph. Aahh , is it alr eady t here, n o? Can’t y ou see it ? I
inv oke t h e Daedalu s in m e, ever y t hin g t hat has gon e in t o m ak ing m e, hopin g it w ill be m y liberat ion.
Music is one su ch elem ent . The ex per ience of plying in an or chest ra fr om t he inside
is an invest igat ion int o subj ect iv it y. I t is r em iniscent of Heisen ber g’s uncert aint y
pr in ciple: t h e m ore on e k now s t he speed of a par t icle, t he less on e k now s it s
posit ion . Nam ely t he posit ion of t he obser v er m at t er s and affect s t he su bst ance of
t he observat ion ; even science is em bracing em bodim ent . I see splashes of br ight
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rain in v iolin ar peggios fading away in singed circles, a clar inet solo f ades blu e t o
black, and a flu t e har m ony leaves u s m oving sidew ays, a pr egnant silence, t h e
t r um pet s int er r upt w it h t he sm ell of light nin g. Per haps in t he au dien ce y ou w ou ld sense som et h ing else.
I t hink of r ow ing as m edit at ion. Pshoow, huh, aaah ; pshoow, h uh , aaah. I can close
m y ey es an d st ill h ear it . We glide ov er r eflect ed sk y… and lean. And defy t he r equ est
for “ leader ship posit ions,” laugh at it , because it m isses t he ent ir e point , t h at w e ar e
int egral, one or ganism . I hear t he oar s cut t he w at er, shunk shu nk; t h ere ar e n o leader s.
Once I hear d an echo f rom all quar t er s. “ Do not r ush,” said t he conduct or, “ follow t he
bat on.” “ Do n ot r ush,” said t he coach, “ w at ch t he body in fr ont of y ou.” Do not r ush.
I w r it e about charact ers’ w or ds: how t hey use w or ds, h ow t hey m anipulat e t hem ,
how t hey cr eat e t heir ow n r ealit ies; w or ds used dan ger ously, f lippant ly, t alk ing at
cr oss pur poses, deliberat ely being v ague; t he nat u re of t alk ing, of wor ds and
realit ies. Perh aps m in e has been a flight of f ancy t oo. But , com e on, it ’s in t he w or ds,
a person, a locu s, som ew her e in t he w or ds. I t ’s all w or ds. I lov e t he w or ds.
I should be a w r it er, bu t I w ill be a doct or, and out of t he philosoph ical t ension I w ill cr eat e a self. ANALYSI S
This essay is a good ex am ple of an essay t hat show s rat h er t han t ells t he r eader w ho
t h e au t hor is. Through excit ed language an d illu st rat iv e anecdot es, she off ers a
com plex pict ur e of her m u lt ifacet ed n at u re.
The w r it ing is as fluid as it s subj ect m at t er. On e par agr aph r un s in t o t he n ext w it h
lit t le br eak f or t ransit ion or ex plicit connect ion. I t has t h e feel of an ecst at ic
st r eam - of- consciousness, m ov ing rapidly t ow ard a clim act ic en d.
The aut hor is as im m ediat e as she is m y st erious. Sh e creat es an d int im at e
relat ion ship w it h her r eader, w hile cont in uously keeping him / her “ in t h e dar k” as she
j u m ps fr om one m ent al t w ist t o anot h er.
She openly exposes her char ged t hough t s, y et leaves t he t ies bet w een t h em
uncem ent ed. This cr eat es an u npr edict abilit y t hat is r isky bu t effect iv e.
St ill, one ou gh t t o be w ary in pr esent ing as essay of t his sor t . The pot ent ial f or
obliqu eness is high, and, even her e, t he r eader is at t im es lef t in confusion
regar ding t he coher ence of t he w hole. Gran t ed t h e essay is about conflu ence of
seem ing opposit es, but poet ic license should n ot obscur e im por t an t cont ent . This
par t icular essay could h ave been m ade st ronger wit h a m ore ex plicit recur r ing
t hem e t o help k eep t he r eader f ocu sed.
I n gener al, t hou gh, t his essay st ands out as a bold, im passioned pr esent at ion of self.
I t lin ger s in t he m em or y as an ent angled w eb of an int r icat e m ind.
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I ’m shor t . I ’m f iv e foot five – w ell, f iv e foot six if I w ant t o im pr ess som eone. I f t he
average h eigh t of Am erican m en is f ive f oot t en, t hat m eans I ’m n early h alf a foot
sh ort er t han t he average Joe ou t t h ere. And t hen t her e ar e t h e basket ball p layer s.
My heigh t h as alway s been som et h ing t h at ’s set m e apar t ; it ’s h elp ed define m e. I t ’s
j u st t hat as lon g as I can rem em ber, I h av en’t liked t he definit ion v ery m uch . Ev ery
Su nday in grade school m y dad and I w ou ld w at ch ESPN Pr im et im e Foot ball. Playing
w it h fr iends at hom e, I alw ays im agined t he boom ing ESPN v oice of Chr is Ber m an
giv ing t h e play- by - play of ou r st r eet foot ball gam es. But no m at t er how w ell I
per for m ed at hom e w it h fr iends, dur ing school r ecess t he st igm a of “ sh ort kid” st uck
w it h m e w hile choosin g t eam s.
St ill concer ned as senior y ear r olled alon g, I v isit ed a gr ow t h specialist . Pacing t h e
exam r oom in a shak y, ellipt ical or bit w or ried, “ What if I ’ve st opped gr ow ing? Will
m y social st at us for ever be m ark ed by m y short ness?” I n a grade school dr eam , I
im agined Chr is “ ESPN” Berm an ’s v oice as h e an alyzed t he fant ast ic cat ch I h ad
m ade for a t ouchdow n w hen – w it h a st ar t – t he doct or st rode in. dam p w it h n ervous
sw eat , I sat qu iet ly w it h m y m om as he show ed us t he X- ray t aken of m y hand. Th e
bones in m y sev ent een- y ear- old body h ad m at ur ed. I w ould not gr ow any m or e.
Whoa. I clenched t he st eering w h eel in fru st rat ion as I dr ove h om e. What good w er e
m y grades and “ college t ran script ” achievem ent s w hen ev en m y fr iends pok ed fu n
of t he shor t k id? What good w as it t o pray, or t o genuinely liv e a life of love? No
m at t er how m any Taekw ondo m edals I h ad w on, could I ev er be consider ed t ru ly
at h let ic in a w ir y, f ive f oot fiv e f ram e? I could be dar k and h andsom e, bu t could I
ever be t h e “ t all” in “ t all, dar k and han dsom e” ? All I wan t ed was som eone special t o
look u p int o m y eyes; all I w ant ed w as som eone t o ask, “ Could y ou r each t h at for m e?”
I t ’s been h ard t o deal w it h . I h av en’t answer ed all t h ose quest ions, but I h av e
lear ned t hat h eigh t isn’t all it ’s m ade out t o be. I ‘d r at her be a shor t er,
com passionat e person t h an a t all t y rant . I can be a giant in so m any ot her w ays:
int ellect ually, spir it u ally an d em ot ionally.
I ’v e ir onically gr ow n t aller fr om bein g shor t . I t ’s enr iched m y life. Being shor t h as
cer t ain ly had it s advant ages. Dur ing elem ent ar y school in eart hquake- pr one
Califor nia f or exam ple, m y t eachers const ant ly praised m y “ duck an d cover ” sk ills.
The school budget w as t ight and t h e desks w er e so sm all an occasion al lim b could
alway s be seen st ick ing out . Yet Chris Shim , “ blessed” in h eigh t , alw ay s m anaged t o
squeeze h im self in t o a com pact and safe fet al posit ion. The sam e qualit y h as paid off
in h ide- and- go- seek . ( I ’m t h e un official cham pion on m y block. )
Lincoln once debat ed w it h Senat or St eph en A. Douglas – a m agnificent orat or,
nat ionally r ecognized as t he leader of t he Dem ocr at ic Par t y of 1 858… and bar ely fiv e
feet four in ches t all. I t seem s silly, but st anding on t h e floor of t he Senat e last y ear
I r em em ber ed Senat or Douglas an d im agin ed t hat I w ould on e day debat e w it h a
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fut u re pr esident . ( I t helped t o h av e a t all, lank y, bear ded m an w it h a st ove- t op h at
talk with m e that aft ernoon.) But I could j ust as easily becom e an astronaut, if not
for m y childlik e, gapin g- m out h- eyes- st rain ing w on der m en t of t he st ar s, t h en
m aybe in t h e hope of gr ow ing a few inches ( t h e spine spont an eously ex pands in t he absence of gravit y ) .
Ev en at five feet , six in ches, t h e act or Dust in Hoffm an h eld his ow n against Tom e
Cruise in t he m ov ie Rainm an and w ent on t o win his second Academ y Aw ard f or Best
Act or. Michael J. Fox ( 5’5 ” ) const ant ly uses t aller act or s t o his com edic adv ant age.
Heigh t has enh anced t h e at hlet icism of “ Muggsy” Bogues, t h e shor t est player in t he
hist or y of t he NBA at f iv e foot t hr ee. He’s u sed t hat edge t o lead h is bask et ball t eam
in st eals ( t h ey don ’t call him “ Muggsy ” for not hing) . Th eir height has put no lim it s t o
t h eir wor k in t h e ar t s or at h let ics. Neit her w ill m ine.
I ’m f ive f oot f iv e. I ’v e st ru ggled w it h it at t im es, but I ’ve r ealized t hat being f iv e- five
can ’t st op m e fr om j oining t he Senat e. I t w on’t st em m y dr eam of becom ing an
ast r onaut ( I ev en have t he applicat ion fr om NASA) . My h eight can ’t pr ev ent m e
fr om dir ect ing a m ovie and excelling in Taek wondo ( or even basket ball) . At fiv e foot
fiv e I can lau gh , j um p, r un , dan ce, w r it e, paint , help, v olun t eer, pr ay, lov e an d cry.
I can br eak 1 00 in bow lin g. I can sing along t o Nat King Cole. I can recit e Au dr ey
Hepbur n’s lines fr om Br eakfast at Tiffany ’s. I can r un t he m ile in u nder six m inut es,
dan ce like a w ild m onk ey and be h opelessly w rapped up in a good book ( t hou gh I
have y et t o m ast er t he abilit y t o do it all at on ce) . I ’v e lear ned t hat m y h eight , ev en
as a definin g charact er ist ic, is only a par t of t he w hole. I t w on’t lim it m e. Besides,
t h is way I ’ll n ever out gr ow m y f avor it e sw eat er. ANALYSI S
“ Gr ow ing Up” follow s t he for m of discussing a phy sical or char act er t rait , and
explor ing it s im pact on one’s lif e. Shim ’s st rat egy is for t he r eader t o under st and his
fr ust rat ions w it h his h eight , a phy sical ch aract er ist ic t hat has played a gr eat r ole in
t he w ay he sees him self am on g h is f am ily, fr iends, an d peer s.
This piece w or k s because it is t o t he point , h onest , an d st raight - for w ard. The
openin g, “ I ’m shor t ,” deliv ers a clear m essage t o t h e r eader of t he essay’s m ain idea.
As t he essay pr ogr esses, Shim r eveals his per son al feelin gs an d aspir at ion s. He
giv es us a w indow int o t he ver y m om ent of discov ery t hat he w ould n o longer be
able t o gr ow. We ar e t aken on a t our of w hat m akes Shim t ick. Being sh ort has
sh aped and in fluenced his out look on t he w or ld, y et it has n ot dim inished his goals.
I t is per son al, yet r em ains posit iv e. He r ecognizes bot h t he benefit s and negat ives of
his shor t st at ur e and is able t o conv ey t hem in a t hou ght ful m an ner. Fur t her m or e,
t h e essay not on ly let s u s int o Shim ’s t h ough t s on bein g sm all but t ells us h is v aried
int er est s in polit ics, space ex plorat ion , spor t s, an d t he ar t s. Sh im h asn ’t j ust t old us
how his height “ doesn ’t lim it him ” h e has show n us w hy.
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The black an d w h it e com posit ion book is faded, an d t he corner s are bent . I t doesn’t
lie flat as m any paper clips m ar k favor it e places. Alm ost ever y sh eet is cover ed w it h
w rit ing – som e in bold han dw r it ing h ardly r ev ised, ot her s u ncer t ainly j ot t ed dow n
com plet ely m ar ked up an d rew r it t en. Flipping t hr ou gh t he t hin pages, I sm ile,
rem em ber ing fr om careless t hought s t o assassinat e pr ose t o pr ecisely w or ded
poem s, t h is j our n al m ar k s a y ear of m y lif e as a w rit er.
I n j un ior y ear, m y English t eacher asked us t o keep a j our n al for creat iv e w r it in g, as
a r elease fr om ot her w ise st ressfu l days. We w er e f ree t o w rit e on any t opic w e chose.
From t hen on as oft en as I could, I w ould st eal away t o t he old w ooden r ockin g chair
in t he corner of m y r oom and t ak e t im e off t o w r it e.
As I now t r y t o answer t he qu est ion of w ho am I for t his essay, I im m ediat ely t hin k of m y j our nal. I am a w r it er.
My w r it ing is t h e m ost int ensely per sonal par t of m e. I pou r m y hear t out int o m y
j ou r nal an d am incredibly pr ot ect iv e of it . I t ’s diff icu lt for m e t o han dle crit icism or ch ange r ej ect ion:
I can t ell h e w ouldn ’t r ead it r ight w ouldn ’t let t he m ean ing sink int o h im slow and
delicious it w ould soun d aw ful t h rough h is car eless eyes I w ant him t o open h im self
up t o it and let in a piece of m e I wan t him t o k now t h is side of m e no one ev er h as
I w ant him t o be t h e one t o under st and let m e see h e pr ods once m ore I t ell m y self
t h is t im e I ’ll do it I let m y self go bu t as it passes in t o his r ough h ands I see it for t he
fir st t im e it ’s aw k war d and w r ong j ust lik e m e I sn at ch it back fr om h im and cru m ble
it it f alls w it h har dly a noise int o t he t rash I am a child.
Grow ing up, I w ou ld alw ays r ide m y bike ov er t o t he elem ent ar y sch ool across t he
st r eet and int o t he w oods behind it . Crab apple t r ees scent ed t he f all air and t he
w inding dir t pat hs w ent on for ever. I ’d dr op m y bike at t he base of a t ree and clim b
as high as I could. All aft ernoon I w ould sit in t hese t r ees w hose bran ches cur v ed out
a seat seem ingly m ade j ust f or m e.
One day I bik ed across t he st reet t o com e face t o face w it h const r uct ion t r ucks.
Those w oods are n ow a par k ing lot . I cry ev ery t im e I see car s par ked w her e m y crab apple t r ees on ce st ood:
He allow ed t he sweet sadn ess t o linger
As h e cont em plat ed a w or ld
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That h e k new t oo m u ch about .
I am a dau ght er, a cousin, a gr eat- niece.
My fam ily is v ery im por t ant t o m e. My m ot her has a h uge ex t ended fam ily an d w e all
get t oget her once a year for a r eunion. I play w it h m y lit t le cousins and t oss t hem in
t h e air t o t heir squealing deligh t . Many of m y r elat iv es ar e elderly, how ev er, an d I
fin d it h ar d t o deal w it h ser ious illness in t hese people I lov e. I am also deat h ly af raid
of gr ow in g old and losing all sense of m y self. When v isit ing r elat iv es, I hav e t o com e
t o t er m s w it h t h ese feelings:
Wit h t h e t oe of m y sneaker, I push at t he ancient pale y ellow carpet . Lik e all t he
it em s in t h e apar t m ent , it is w ay past it s pr im e. I t is m at t ed dow n in m ost places,
pr essed int o t he f loor fr om y ears of people’s shoes t raver sing back and for t h . I t w ill
nev er be as nice as it once w as, t h at m uch is cert ain. At h om e it w ou ld be pulled up,
t hr ow n out , n ot t olerat ed in an ev er- m ov ing y ou ng fam ily, n ot f it t in g in w it h all t he
usef ul, m odern su rr oun dings. But her e, in t h is for eign, m ust y apar t m ent w her e m y
gr eat - au nt an d u ncle h ave liv ed so long t hat t hey seem t o blend r ight in t o t he faded
wallpaper, t h e carpet is a par t of t h e scener y. I t could n ot be r em oved any m ore t h an t h e f loor it self. I am a f riend.
I w ill alw ay s t r easur e m em or ies of sleep- aw ay cam p and t he fr ien ds I fell in lov e
w it h t here. Many of t hese people I have m anaged t o keep in t ou ch w it h , but I r egr et t hat som e I have lost :
Bu t now… t he w eat h er is changing. A cold fr ont has m ov ed in. t he pict ur e is bar ely
not iced. Per haps ot her pict ur es of ot her m em or ies br igh t er and new er h ide it fr om
view. A cool br eeze st eals in t hr ough t he open w indow, and t he careless w ind k nocks
dow n an old pict ur e fr om t he bullet in board. The pict ur e falls in slow m ot ion , t ak in g
w it h it a far - of f m em or y. I t com es t o rest beh ind t he desk, ly ing on t he floor, nev er
t o be seen again . I t s absence is not ev en not iced.
I am an incurable r om an t ic.
Leavin g a par t y one night , I f or got t o r et ur n t he sweat shir t I had bor r owed: Touching t he sm all hole I n t he bot t om cor ner And t he st ray t hr ead Unr avelin g t he sleeve I lift it up And br eat h e in it s sm ell I sm ile quiet ly I t sm ells lik e h im I am a dr eam er.
I of t en sit in class and let m y im agin at ion t ak e m e w h erever I wan t t o go. I lov e t o
read st or ies of m y t h ic Cam elot or t h e legendar y Old Sou t h, losing m y self in m y
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I s shining w it h v iv id color s
And singing w it h n on- st op noise
My j our nal fr om elev ent h gr ade not on ly ch ronicles a y ear of m y lif e, bu t it t ells t he
st or y of w ho I am . I t is t he closest I can get t o even beginn ing t o answer t hat difficult qu est ion:
Tell t hem she says j u st t ell t hem w ho you ar e let t hem k now w hat m ak es y ou t ick
t ick t ick t he clock is cou nt ing dow n I can’t wait t o get out of her e j ust a far m ore
m in ut es sm ile an d pr et en d y ou car e t ell t hem w h o I am in 3 58 w or ds dou ble- spaced
12 point font as if I even k now as if I could even if I did on a single sheet of paper
w hy I cry w hy I lau gh w hy I w ant so badly t o go t o t heir lov ely school
I guess I do k now one t hin g abou t w ho I am . I am a w r it er. ANALYSI S
“ Pieces of Me” is an adm issions essay w it h at t it ude – a per sonal st at em ent t hat t ak es a r isk.
Like m any college applicant s, Pullm an is int erest ed in w r it ing. Her essay st an ds
apar t for m t he pack because she doesn’t sim ply t ell t h e ad m issions officer she likes
t o w r it e. I n st ead, w hen used excerpt s f rom h er j our nal t o show t he adm ission s
officer h ow m u ch sh e loves t o w r it e, h ow m uch she depends on h er w r it ing t o help
her ex plain and u nder st and life.
Bu t Pullm an ’s decision t o in clude creat iv e w r it ing – i. e. cum m ings st y le – in her
per sonal st at em ent is not a decision for t he m eek of hear t or t he sem i- t alent ed.
Ev ery high sch ool senior has h eard st or ies of college applicant s w ho, in t he quest t o
st and out am ong t he hun dr eds of ot h er essays an adm issions officer m ust sort
t hr ough, subm it t ed an original scr eenplay, m usical com posit ion , or v ideot ape of an
int erpr et iv e dance as t h eir per sonal st at em en t . I n cases like Pullm an’s w her e r eal
t alent sh ow t hr ough, t hose r isks m ay pay off. For ot her s, a m or e conv ent ional piece
w it h a st rong, clear t hesis and w ell- w rit t en suppor t in g argum ent s m ay be t he bet t er road t o t ake.
Of cour se, no piece is per fect , including Pullm an ’s. As or igin al as m any of her j our nal
excer pt s m ay be, Pullm an pr efaces m any of t hem w it h som ew hat cliché t ransit ions
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w hich w eaken t he underly ing pr em ise of t he piece – t hat Pullm an’s un iqu e w r it in g
help ar t iculat e her unique per son alit y. Her creat iv e w r it ing is excit in g an d
int erest in g; her m or e academ ic w r it in g is less so.
St ill, “ Pieces of Me” is a r isky endeavor t hat w or ks. Pullm an succeeds, w it h out t h e
use of a 3- D v isual aid or live per for m an ce, in m ak ing h er applicat ion st and out . “W h o Am I ?” “ Wh o Am I ?” - - by Mich ael Cho
I w ish I could w r it e abou t t he Mich ael Cho w ho st ar s in m y Walt er Mit t y - lik e f ant asies.
I f only m y per son al st at em ent could consist of m y nam e follow ed by such t er m s as
Oly m pic at hlet e, m ast er ch ef, boy geniu s, un iver sal best fr iend, and Prin ce
Char m ing t o ever y h opeful w om an. These claim s w ould be, at w or st , out r ight lies, or
at best , gr oss hy per bole. My dr eam s, h owev er, t ak e t heir place alongside m y
m em or ies, exper iences, and genes in t he palet t e t h at const it ut es w ho I am .
Who am I ? I am a pr oduct of m y r ealit y and m y im aginat ion . I am inn at ely deprav ed,
yet I am m ade per fect . I plan m y day w it h t he k now ledge t hat “ Ever yt hin g is
m eaningless” ( Ecclesiast es 1: 2) , but I m ust “ m ake t he m ost of ev ery oppor t un it y ”
( Colossians 4 : 5) . I search for sim ple answer s, bu t find on ly com plex qu est ions.
Once, on m y way t o a w r est ling t ou rn am ent , I was so engu lfed in t hou ght over
w het h er liv ing in an abode w hich r ot at ed near t he speed of light w ould r esu lt in m y
bein g y ounger ( u t ilizing t he Th eory of Relat iv it y ) and st r onger ( ut ilizing t he
pr oper t ies of adapt at ion along w it h t h e definit ion of cen t r ipet al an d grav it at ion al
for ce) t hat I f ailed t o r ealize t hat I had left m y w rest ling shoes in m y locker. My
m ot her say s t hat m y decision t o w rest le is indicat iv e of t he fact I don ’t t hink .
Thr ou gh w or k ing in a nur sing hom e, t he m ost im por t ant lesson I ’ve learn ed is t hat
I h ave m any lessons yet t o learn . Thu s t he m ost valuable k now ledge I possess
rem inds m e how lit t le k now ledge I h ave.
Oft en t im es people m ake t he m ist ak e of assum ing t hat m ut ually exclusive qu alit ies
bear no r elat ion ship t o one anot her. Not so! These dichot om ies cont inuou sly
redefin e each ot her. I n som e cases on e is t ot ally dependent on t h e ot her ’s ex ist ence.
What is fait h w it h out doubt ? Wit hout one, t he ot h er does n ot ex it . Wh en j ux t aposed,
opposit es creat e a dialect ic u t t er ly m ore pr ofound and beaut iful t h an it s par t s. Walt
Whit m an em braces t his syn cr et ism by st at ing, “ Do I cont radict m yself ? Ver y w ell
t hen I cont radict m yself, ( I am lar ge, I cont ain m ult it udes) .” My qu alit ies, t hou gh
cont r adict or y, defin e w ho I am .
Alt hough I can’t m ake fant ast ic claim s abou t m y self, I m ust st ill ackn ow ledge an d
ch erish t he dr eam s t hat I hav e. Adm it t edly, it is t ragic w hen one is so absorbed in
fant asy t hat he loses t ou ch w it h realit y. Bu t it is equally t ragic wh en on e is so
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absor bed in r ealit y t hat ho loses t he abilit y t o dr eam . Wh en a healt hy am ount of
realit y and fan t asy are syn t hesized, t he syner gy is such t h at som et h ing b eaut if ul
w ill u ndou bt edly r esult . ANALYSI S
This applicant addr esses t he prov erbial quest ion of “ Who Am I ?” I n doing so, he
expr esses, bot h im plicit ly an d ex plicit ly, h is hobbies, ex t r acu rr icular act iv it ies, an d
out look on life. The w r it er n ot only r eveals h is par t icipat ion in w r est ling, w or k at a
nur sing hom e, and kn ow ledge of Qu ant um Mchanics, but he also exposes t he r eader
t o m any aspect s of h is per sonalit y and inn er t hou ght s on life. His qu est ioning of t h e
m eanin g of lif e an d evaluat ion of h is ow n ident it y r ev eal an in quisit ive side t o his per sonalit y.
Ov erall, t h is essay is w ell w r it t en an d easy t o r ead. The in t r oduct ion is st r ong in t hat
t he applicant lev els w it h adm ission officer by adm it t in g h e does not consider him self
t o be a spect acular indiv idu al, giv ing t h e im pr ession t hat w hat f ollow s is w r it t en
hon est ly. Anot h er st or n g point of t he essay is t hat it r eveals m any of t he act iv it ies in
w hich t he w r it er is inv olv ed. This ser v es t o giv e t h e adm issions officer a m or e
per sonalized pict ur e of t he applicant . Th e biblical an d Walt Wh it m an quot at ions ar e
ver y w ell used an d dem on st rat e t he st r ong in t ellect of t h e w r it er.
While t h e essay does pr ov ide som e in sigh t int o t he philosoph ical t hought s of t he
applicant , in m any w ay s it is t oo t h eor et ical. The w r it er could im pr ov e t h e essay by
specifically list in g t he dr eam s or goals he cher ishes or per haps by w r it ing in m or e
det ail abou t on e of t he m any ex per iences he m ent ions in t h e st at em ent . The flow of
t he essay is also hindered in a num ber of way s. First , t he w or d choice seem s slight ly
unn at ur al – alm ost as if t he applicant relied on a t hesauru s w h en wr it in g t he essay ;
as a r esult , t he t on e seem s t o be a bit con t r iv ed. Second, w h ile t he ov erall t hem e of
self- ident ificat ion is m aint ain ed t hr ou gh out t he essay, t he in div idu al paragr aphs
j u m p fr om one t opic t o t he nex t in a disj oint ed f ashion. For ex am ple, it is int erest in g
t o k now t hat t he applicant w ork ed at a nur sing hom e, but m ent ioning such does not
seem t o fit w it h t he overall pr ogr ession of t he essay. I t is im por t ant t hat t h e per son al
st at em ent conv ey t o t h e adm ission s officer a sense of w ho y ou ar e and w hat y ou ar e
lik e in per son, bu t it is n ot n ecessar y t o cram ev ery ex t r acu rr icular act iv it y or
accom plishm ent in t o t h e essay ; t h ere ar e ot h er sect ions of t h e applicat ion f or list in g su ch t hin gs.
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An I n com ple t e St or y An I ncom plet e St or y
Dur ing t he Middle Ages, a r it ual exist ed w hich dict at ed h ow an indiv idual int r oduced
him self or h erself. This in t r oduct or y pr ocess was t hr eefold: f irst , it dem anded t hat
t he indiv idual’s r eligion be nam ed; nex t , t he indiv idual’s t ow n or com m unit y was
st at ed; and finally, t h e f am ily n am e w as said. Even t oday, t h is m et hod of
int r oduct ion can be effect iv e in conv ey ing t he charact er or iden t it y of an indiv idual.
I f I w er e t op int r odu ce m y self, I w ould sim ply st at e t hat I am a scholar ( lear nin g is
m y religion ) ; I am a cont r ibu t or t o t he gr eat er w ell- being of m y com m u nit y ; and m y
fam ily w ill be det er m in ed by m y f ut u re plan s and goals ( since f am ily in cludes, but is
not lim it ed, t o blood r elat ions) .
While m y gen der is ex t r em ely im por t an t t o m e, I f irst iden t if y m y self as a sch olar
because int ellect does n ot hav e a sex. Know ledge t ranscends gender. Th erefor e, I
am a t hink er, a lear ner, an d a scholar. To m e, t he pr ocess of lear nin g is r eligious.
Wor ds ar e m y “ bible,” t each ers ar e m y “ pr iest s.” I respect and r ever e w or ds lik e
ot h ers r espect , r ev ere, an d f ear t he idea of God. I u nder st and t hat w or ds ar e aliv e
and I m u st w r est le t h em dow n and t am e t h em in or der f or t hem t o becom e m y ow n.
Hen ce, I m ake it a h abit t o collect w or ds. Th en, lik e ban gles an d cry st als t hat
possess psychedelic and pr ism at ic qu alit ies, I hang t h e w ords in m y m ind for
illu m in at ion. The m eanin g of m y pr ecious w or ds ar e r evealed t o m e by t eachers = =
not j ust t hose wh o h ave a “ t eaching cert if icat e,” but t h ose wh o aw aken m y m ind,
w ho ignit e m y senses, w ho alt er m y percept ion of t he w or ld; t oget her, as Walt
Whit m an says, w e “ r oam in t hought over t h e un iv erse,” seek in g t o en light en our selves an d one anot her.
The college ex per ience, as I per ceiv e it , in addit ion t o it bein g t he n ext st op on m y
j ou r ney f or self- enligh t enm ent , is t o be t he crescendo of m y int ellect ual r evolut ion
cat aly zed by pr of essors w ho can aw aken m y m ind, ignit e m y sen ses, and alt er m y
per cept ion of t he w or ld. I hope t hat m y per cept ion of t h e w or ld w ill be slight ly
t u rn ed on it s head an d t hat I will be m ade t o defend m y belief s an d ex per ience t he
t r ue m eaning of int ellect ual discov ery. Th us, m y only r eal ex pect at ion f or college is
t o be challenged. I look upon t he nex t fou r y ears of m y life as an oppor t un it y ; I can
eit her seize t he chan ce and signif icant ly bet t er m yself t hr ou gh t he accum u lat ion of
new k now ledge or I can m er ely go t hr ou gh t he paces, achieve good grades, but
never r eally feel t he excit em ent of t he w or ds t hem selves. Obv iously, I am look ing
for t he form er scenar io = = a place w her e m ent al gy m nast ics ar e applauded.
Bu t m ent al cont or t ions shou ld n ot be done j ust for t he sake of doing t hem ; r at her,
t hey sh ould be un der st ood an d applied t o ev ery day life. For t his r eason , m y qu est
for self- en light enm ent is n ot lim it ed t o t he spher e of academ ics because t h e college
exper ience it self is n ot lim it ed t o classes – it is t he f orm at ion of t h e com plet e
indiv idu al, w hich m eans developing bot h social an d academ ic per sonalit ies. I have
confidence t hat t he people I will m eet in college w ill show m e an d shar e w it h m e
t h eir enor m ou s zest f or lif e. Th is ex t en ded f am ily w ill h elp m e t o for ge m y ident it y
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as a sch olar, as a cont r ibut or t o m y com m unit y, and as a m em ber of a fam ily.
Bu t neit her m y fam ily nor m y ex t ended fam ily nor m y t each ers could com pr ise m y
ent ir e iden t it y. Rat h er, I w ill r em ain like t he f ir st page of a book w it h t he fir st lin e
incom plet e – a st or y w ait ing t o be t old. ANALYSI S
Levey ’s essay is v er y m u ch a self- ex plorat ion of bein g an int ellect . Her idea of
em phasizing h er lov e of lear ning is solid and she clearly h as a sophist icat ed grasp of
pr ose, but t he ov erall package m ight have done bet t er w it h a lit t le m ore under st at ed
elegance. The int r oduct ion is int rig uing w it h t he use of an u nobvious hist or ical fact
about cust om s in t he Middle Ages. Sh e successfully int r oduces herself and her
per cept ion of her r ole in t he w or ld. The fir st t w o paragraphs ar e an easy r ead,
except t hat t h e u se of t oo m any poly sy llabic adj ect iv es can becom e a lit t le bit
dist ract ing. Personal essay s t hat are “ show m e rat her t han t ell m e” t en d t o be m or e
convincing. What m ent al gym nast ics h as she exper ienced befor e? W h ere has
sh e r eally pu sh ed f or self- gr ow t h? The sect ion w h ich descr ibes college as “ t he nex t
st op on m y j our ney f or self- enligh t enm ent ” and “ t he cr escendo of m y int ellect u al
rev olu t ion cat aly zed by pr ofessor s w ho can aw aken m y m ind, ignit e m y senses, and
alt er m y per cept ion of t he w or ld” is a lit t le bit over t h e t op. You don ’t have t o t ell t he
reader t h at college is t he n ext st ep in int ellect ual gr ow t h , t he r eader sh ould be able
t o sense it fr om t he essay it self. “M yu n g!” “ Myu ng!” - - My ung! H. Joh
The hot - blooded Spaniar d seem s t o be r evealed in t he passion an d u rgency of his
doubled exclam at ion point s…
- - - - - Pico Lyer, “ I n Praise of t h e Hum ble Com m a”
Ar e y ou a m em ber of t he Kung! Tribe? is a com m only asked quest ion wh en people
see m y signat ur e, w hich h as an ex clam at ion point at t he end of it . No, I am not a
m em ber of any t r ibe, nor am I pu t t ing t h e m ar k at t h e en d of m y nam e t o be “ cut e.”
I t is n ot sim ply a hiccu p in m y h andw r it ing; it is t her e f or a specific r eason. Bu t
bef ore I elaborat e on w hy I believe t he ex clam at ion point is such an appr opr iat e
pu nct uat ion m ark for m e, let us ex plore t he ot her m ar ks I m ight have used: My ung?
Alt hou gh t he quest ion m ark bears a cert ain swan- lik e elegan ce in it s un cer t ain
cu rv es, it sim ply does not do t h e j ob. While it is t r ue t h at I am const ant ly discover in g
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new t hings abou t m y self an d changing all t he t im e, I k now w hat I st and for, w hat m y
w eaknesses and st ren gt hs ar e, an d w h at I w ou ld like t o get out of lif e. I kn ow t h at
I w ant t o m aj or in English, at t end gr aduat e school, lear n as m u ch as possible fr om
t h ose w ho ar e w iser t han I , an d ev ent ually t each at a u niv er sit y. I am h eaded f or a
car eer in English; t her e is no quest ion abou t it . My ung,
I adm it t hat I do pause an d cont em plat e decisions befor e leaping in and r ushin g
ahead of m y self – spont aneit y is per haps n ot m y st rong poin t . Bu t t he com m a, w it h
it s dr aggin g, drooping t ail, does not adequ at ely describe w ho I am , because I k now
t h at life w ill n ot pau se f or m e; n or do I w ant it t o. Mid t he chaos of a hect ic sch edule
t hat balances clubs, act iv it ies, and AP cour ses, I alway s feel t he r ush of life, an d I
lov e it . I do n ot linger over failur es; du e t o m y passionat e nat ur e, I am cru shed by
disappoint m ent s, but I m ov e on. No pr olonged hesit at ion s or pau ses. My ung:
I const ant ly look for war d t o t he surpr ises t hat college and m y fu t ur e life pr om ise m e;
gr adu at ion seem s lik e t he begin ning of a w hole new chapt er. But t he colon , t hough
I w ill not deny it s t w o neat specks a cert ain pr ofessional air, does n ot do m y j ust ice.
I k now h ow t o liv e for t oday, h ave fu n, an d enj oy lif e inst ead of j u st w ait ing f or wh at
t he n ext chapt er m ay br ing. The fut ur e is un pr edict able. My pr esent lif e is not sim ply
t he pr ecu rsor t o w hat m ay f ollow. My ung.
Per haps t h is is t he m ost in accurat e pu nct uat ion m ar k t o descr ibe w ho I am . The
dr ab, sin gle ey e of t he per iod look s u pon an end, a fu ll st op = = but w it h t h e gr eat er
aspect s of m y educat ion st ill ah ead of m e, m y lif e is far fr om any k ind of t er m inat ion . My ung!
Howev er, t he exclam at ion point , w it h it s j au nt y ver t ical slash un der scor ed by a
per k y lit t le dot , is a h appy sor t of m ark , ch eerfu l, f ull of spice. I t s passion s m at ch
m ine: wh et her it be t he passion t hat keeps m e fu riously at t ackin g m y key boar d at
4: 5 0 in t he m or ning so t h at I m igh t per fect ly capt ur e a fant ast ic idea for a st or y, or
t he passion t h at lends it self t o a near ly crazed st at e of m ind in w hich I t ackle pet
pr oj ect s of m ine, such as clubs or act ivit ies I am especially dev ot ed t o.
One of m y great est passions, m y passion f or lear ning, en gender s in m e a passion for
t eachin g t hat I plan t o sat isfy fully as a pr ofessor. I want m y st udent s t o feel t he
ach ing beaut y of John Keat s’s words, his dr awn- out good- by e t o life. I w ant t hem t o
feel t he w or ld of diff erence in Rober t Frost ’s hushed “ t he w oods ar e lov ely, ar k and
deep,” as opposed t o h is edit or ’s ir r ev eren t “ t h e w oods are lov ely, dar k an d deep.” I
want t h em t o f eel t he j uiciness of Pablo Neruda’s sen sually r ipe poet r y w hen he
descr ibes t he “ w ide f ru it m out h ” of his lov er. Wit h t he h elp of m y exclam at ion point ,
I w ant t o t each people h ow t o r ip t he poet r y off t h e page and t ake it out of t he
classroom as w ell. I want t h em t o feel poet r y w hen t h ey see t he w ay t he shar p,
clean edges of a w hit e house look against a black and r ollin g sky ; I w ant t hem t o feel
it on t h e r oller coast er as it sur ges for war d, up, as t he sky becom es t he ear t h and
t he gr oun d r ushes up, t rem bling t o m eet t hem ; I want t h em t o feel it in t he n eon
pu ddles t hat m elt in t he st reet s in fr on t of sm ok y night clubs at m idn igh t . I wan t
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t hem t o k now how t o t ast e life!
My exclam at ion point sym bolizes a gen eral zeal for life t hat I w ant t o shar e w it h
ot h ers. An d I k now t hat is h as becom e as m uch a par t of m e as it h as m y signat ur e. ANALYSI S
This essay uses a sm all pu nct uat ion m ar k t o m ake a big point , loudly an d for cefully.
I t answ ers t he qu est ion “ w ho ar e y ou ?” in a n ot ably creat iv e, ex cit in g, and
elucidat in g m anner. Th rough an u nconv ent ional pr esent at ion, t he aut h or m anages
t o capt ivat e t he r eader ’s at t ent ion , w hile in for m in g him / her of subst ant ially
rev ealin g per sonal qualit ies. Th e st r ong, ener gized v oice t h at is used deliv er s bot h
a general, palpable sense of ent husiasm and a glim pse int o specific w ay s t h at it
m anifest s in t he au t hor ’s life.
The t echn ical w r it ing in t his essay dem onst rat es skill. Each par agr aph ex pr esses
one idea w it h cogency and br evit y. A per son ified punct uat ion m ark is pr esent ed
t hr ough an in t er est in g im age an d is t hen r elat ed t o in light of t he aut h or ’s char act er.
The fin al lin es of each par agraph t hen clever ly br ing a close t o t h e ideas pr esent ed t her ein.
Thou gh t he addit ion of an exclam at ion m ark could be seen as gim m ick y, t he au t hor
dem onst rat es t hat she has t he energy and t hought fulness n eeded t o back u p her
unusual choice, in r eal life and on t he page. I t is obv iou sly not a decision she h as
m ade ligh t ly, not j u st t o m ak e h er applicat ion st and ou t , alt hou gh one get s t he
im pr ession t hat My un g! w ould st and ou t in any crow d, r egar dless of h er n am e. it ’s
a r isk y m ove, bu t for her, it w or k s. “M yse lf ” “ My self ” - - by Jam ie Sm it h
A t eenage gir l, JAMI E, w alk s out on st age alone fr om st age left . She has br ow n hair
t h at falls t o h er shoulders and deep blu e eyes. She is w earin g a w h it e blouse and
blu e j eans an d in h er r ight h and is a pair of binocu lar s. The st age is dark except for
a single spot light follow ing JAMI E across t he st age. When she r each es t h e cent er,
sh e sit s dow n on t h e edge of t h e st age, h er feet dangling ov er, and raises t he
binocular s t o her ey es. She pr oceeds t o st are at t he audience t hr ough t hem for a
few seconds, t hen slow ly m oves t hem away fr om her face.
JAMI E: Wit h t hese binocu lar s I can see each one of you on an ext r em ely per sonal
level. ( She br in gs t he bin ocular s t o h er ey es t hen dow n again .) Do any of y ou
audience m em bers by any ch ance have y our ow n pair handy ? ( scanning t he
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audien ce) I w as afr aid of t his. Well, her e, w hy don ’t y ou t ake m ine for a w hile? ( She
j u m ps off t he fr ont of t he st age, h ands a fr ont r ow au dience m em ber her pair of
bin ocular s, t hen resum es her pr eviou s posit ion. ) Now look t hr ou gh t hose and t ell
m e w hat y ou see. Be honest now, I could use a good session of const ruct iv e cr it icism .
Wait , m ay be if I st and up y ou could get a bet t er look at m y t rue self. ( She st ands and
gr acefu lly t u r ns ar oun d. ) Make sur e y ou get ev ery angle now. Ok ay, now t ell m e
ever y t hing y ou k now about m e… n ot m uch t o t ell, is t her e. I m ean, y ou r eally don ’t
kn ow w hat k ind of per son is st an ding up on t his st age in fr ont of y ou blabber ing on
about binoculars and const r uct iv e crit icism . Well, I gu ess I hav e m y w or k cut ou t for
m e t oday ; I m ust descr ibe w ho I am . Fort unat ely, I did com e prepar ed. I hav e
pr ov ided m y self w it h a pr op – and t h e influence of a v ery special per son – t o assist
m e t h rou ghou t on e of t he m ost d ifficu lt per for m ances of m y life, an int er pr et at ion of
a piece I call “ My self.” ( sh e st eps off t h e st age an d ret ur ns t o t he audience m em ber
in t he fr ont r ow.) Do you m ind if I t ake t hese back now ? ( She r et ur ns t o t h e st age.)
t h e on e pr op is, y ou gu essed it , a pair of binocular s. Not j ust any binocular s, t hey
are one of t he few r em inder s I have of m y great - grandm ot her, Gr an. No, sh e w asn ’t
an in fam ous spy at lar ge dur ing Wor ld War 2 nor w as she an av id bir dwat cher. I n
198 6, wh en I was six an d she was ninet y- four w e bot h w at ched Halley ’s Com et
m ake it s celest ial appearance t hr ough t hese bin ocular s. I r em em ber she said t hat
sh e an d I w er e t r uly blessed because w e bot h w er e able t o see Halley ’s Com et t w ice
in ou r liv es. She t old m e about seein g it out in her back yar d in 1 909 , w hen she w as
t he sam e age I am now. t h ere w e w er e t oget h er, sev ent y- sev en y ear s lat er,
wat ch ing t he sam e com et shoot acr oss t he sam e sky. I t h ink of all t he t h ings t h at
have happened dur ing t h ose sevent y - sev en y ears, t he t r ium ph s and set back s Gran
ach ieved and endu red, and it has given m e st r engt h t o deal w it h t he challenges in
m y ow n lif e. I im agin e h ow m u ch life h ad ch anged since 1 909 an d w onder how m y
life w ill change by t h e t im e I see Halley ’s Com et again. What w ill I becom e? I w ill n ot ,
lik e Gran, be a par t of t h e Oklah om a lan d ru n or w it ness t h e bir t h of t he aut om obile.
I w ill pr obably not be quaran t in ed f or t uber cu losis or list en t o t h e pr ogr ession of t w o
w or ld war s ov er t h e radio. But I k now I w ill do an d be som et h ing. And t h e
det erm inat ion an d su ccess of m y gr eat- gran dm ot h er w ill h elp m e r each t his
som et hing. She is m or e t han a m em ory or a st ory, she has becom e a par t of m e: m y
fam ily, m y h ist or y, m y sour ce of k now ledge and m y sour ce of pr ide. Her st r uggles
and achiev em ent s ar e r eflect ed in m ine. She is w it h m e w hen I r ise and fall and
alw ays t here t o m ake sur e m y f eet ar e st ill on t h e gr oun d. She is w it h m e backst age
and w it h m e in t he spot ligh t . Sh e is a w om an. Sh e is m y gr eat - gran dm ot her. An d
t hat ’s t r uly w hat she is – gr eat , grand, ev ery t h ing. Gran . I t ’s am azing how a sim ple nam e can inspire so m uch.
Sh e sit s dow n, ret ur ning t o her in it ial posit ion w it h h er f eet dangling over t he edge.
She br ings t he binocular s t o her eyes and look s t hr ough t hem . But inst ead of look ing
at t he audience, she is at t em pt in g t o look beyond t hem , alm ost as if t her e is som e
inv isible sky beh ind t he r ow s of seat s. Sh e slow ly m ov es t he binocular s away fr om
her f ace, but her eyes ar e st ill fix ed on som e obj ect off in t h e dist ance.
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JAMI E: On ly sixt y -x i y ear s t o go. I ’v e got t o m ake t hem coun t . ANALYSI S
Wr it t en in t he for m at of a play scr ipt m onologue, bot h in st yle and ov erall st r uct ur e,
t his essay addr esses t he concept t hat it is difficult t o evaluat e a per son fr om st r ict ly
su per ficial appearan ces. I n or der t o t r uly k now som eone, no m at t er h ow closely y ou
st udy t heir ou t er appearan ce, it is wh at ’ inside t hat cou nt s. Em ot ions, t h ough t s,
dr eam s, and per sonal goals ar e t he m ost im por t ant and t ellin g aspect s of on e’s
ident it y. The w r it er does not j ust t h eorize abou t such ideas, but m akes a logical
pr ogr ession by giv ing a concr et e, v iv id exam ple t o back up her t hesis. Wit h out
hav ing t o ex plicit ly list in t er est s or per sonalit y t rait s, t hey st y le of t he essay r ev eals
a good deal abou t t h e applicant : she pr obably enj oy s act ing or playw r it ing an d is
highly cr eat iv e an d opt im ist ic abou t life.
One of t he st rongest aspect s of t he essay is t he fact t hat it is wr it t en as a m onologue.
The creat iv e for m at is going t o st and out fr om t he t hou sands of ot her applicat ion
essays t hat adm issions officers m ust r ead. The use of bin ocu lar s as a link in g dev ice
bet w een t he pr esent an d t he past is highly eff ect iv e – it pr oduces an overall
coher ence w it hin t h e essay. The applicant ’s use of a v ery specific m om en t t o fr am e
her lov e for “ Gran” increases t h e n at ur alness of t he passage. I n m any cases, essays
w rit t en abou t fam ily m em ber can sound cont r iv ed. The u se of a specific ev ent adds
t o t he r ealism of t he applicant ’s em ot ion . The creat iv e u se of st age dir ect ion s
addr esses t he adage “ show – not t ell” head- on. I t is an effect ive w ay of creat ing a
m ent al pict ure of t h e applicant in a r eader ’s m in d. The essay also ends st r ongly as
t he last lin e clearly ident ifies t hat t he applicant is am bit ious, har d- w or king, and
eager t o m ake som et h ing out of her life.
The m onologue of t h e essay is effect iv e, bu t it is im por t ant t o point out t h at such
at t em pt s t o be over ly creat ive can backfir e. This applicant ’s fam iliar it y w it h t his
st y le of w r it ing is appar ent . I f you at t em pt t o w r it e y our essay in a n onst andar d
m ann er, m ak e su r.e y ou have a sim ilar com for t level w it h t h e t ech niques y ou ar e using. 哈佛 哈
5 0 e ssa y- - 2 。观 。 点 观 哈佛 50 篇essay
第二部分 观点point of view
“I nt r od ucin g Cla r k Ke n t a n d W illy W on k a ”
“ I n t r oducing Clark Kent and Willy Won k a”
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aft er sliding h eadf irst t hr ough a f ield of cow du ng. The in t ellect ual’s ideas of higher
edu cat ion an d social equalit y sat w ell w it h m y m iddle- class Afr ican- Am er ican
st om ach. Du Bois r epr esent s ever yt hing I gr ew u p adm irin g. Du Bois w as t he radical
w ho at t ended Harv ard Univer sit y. His idea of a “ t alent ed t ent h” t o lead t he
Afr ican- Am er ican race st ar kly resem bles t he black m iddle class t oday. I had no
ch oice but t o agr ee w it h Du Bois.
So enam or ed w it h Du Bois was I t hat I for got about Washingt on’s pract ical ideas of
self- help and econom ic pow er. I w it nessed Wash ingt on’s ideas act ed ou t in ev er yday
life. I bought m y “ black” h air pr oduct s f rom and Asian ow ner in t h e m iddle of t he
gh et t o an d t he cor ner st or e ow ned by I ranians supplied m e w it h chips an d candy.
These fact s m ade m e feel t hat m ay be Afr ican- Am er icans had shov ed Washingt on
t oo far back in t o t h e closet . At t his j un ct ur e, Washingt on began t o giv e Du Bois
com pet it ion in a f or m erly one- sided w ar. Econom ic pr osper it y m eans pow er; a race
w it h econom ic pow er cann ot be denied social equalit y, r ight ?
I n order t o r esolv e t h e dilem m a pr esen t ed by t his t ug- of- w ar, I look ed at t h e
ingr edient s of m y life. Washin gt on appealed t o t h e par t of m e t hat wan t ed t o for get
about social equalit y. That par t of m e w ant ed t o liv e as it cam e an d f ocu s only on
self- advan cem ent . Du Bois appealed t o t he par t of m e t hat felt n o m an was a m an
w it hou t social equalit y. Eit h er w ay, bot h appealed t o m y life as an Afr ican- Am er ican.
The fact t h at t w o early t went iet h - cent ur y adv ocat es aff ect ed a ‘90 s
Afr ican- Am er ican gir l sh ow s t hat t heir m essage w as n ot lost in t he passage of t im e.
Neit her m an won t he t u g- of- w ar. May be t his t ug- of—war in m y head w as not m eant
t o be w on because t h eir ph ilosoph ies in fluen ced m e equally. Wash ingt on pr ov ided
t he pract ical ingr edient s for social advan cem ent w hile Du Bois pr ov ided t he
int ellect ual in gr edient s for such advan cem ent . Afr ican- Am er icans m ust evaluat e
bot h ph ilosoph ies and det er m in e h ow bot h v iew s can facilit at e t he advancem ent of
t he race. I st ill st and bet w een t w o m en but now I em br ace t hem equally. ANALYSI S
The quest ion of racial ident it y can be an enorm ous one for m any people and oft en
m akes a gr eat college essay. Wr it in g an essay about t h is par t of y ou r dev elopm ent
is in sigh t f ul in t o you r per son an d y ou r v iew s. Adm ission s officers ar e t r y ing t o get t o
a por t rait of w ho y ou ar e and w hat y ou value, and lit t le is m ore r ev ealing t han a
st r uggle for racial ident it y. Fr eelon chose t o w r it e about t w o black leader s t o show
w hat her racial ident it y m eans t o her. Her essay also show s a k een int er est in h ow
hist or y can be applied t o her lif e – an int erest t hat w ould appeal t o adm issions
officers t ry ing t o pick t h ough t ful in div iduals.
Fr eelon’s essay is w ell w r it t en an d w ell or ganized. She m ov es sm oot h ly fr om h er
opening t hought s int o t he body of t he essay and devot es equal t im e t o each
ph ilosophy. Sh e also show s clear ex am ples of w hy sh e or iginally lik ed Du Bois an d
w hy she changed her m ind about Washingt on . Her essay sh ow im por t an t elem en t s
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of hu m an nat ur e – sh e adm it s t hat as a “ m iddle- class Afr ican-Am erican,” she has a
bias, and she is also w rong f rom t im e t o t im e.
The m ain danger in t his essay is over sim plif icat ion. I t ’s difficult t o condense t he
argu m ent s of t w o leader s int o a few paragr aph s, and Fr eelon doesn’t pr esent t he
t ot al v iew of t h eir ph ilosophies. She also assum es a f am iliar it y on t he par t of t h e
adm issions officers w it h issues of racial ident it y, w hich m ay or m ay not be t r ue.
Ov erall, h ow ever, Fr eelon’s essay is an excellent exam ple of how a per sonal iden t it y
st r uggle can rev eal a lot abou t t h e per son inside.
“ Thought s Beh ind a St eam - Coat ed Door ” By Neha Mah aj an
Till t aught by pain Men r eally k now n ot w hat good w at er ’s w or t h. - - - - - - Lor d By r on
A light gauze of st eam coat s t h e t ran spar ent door of m y show er. Th e t em perat ur e
k nob is t ur ned as f ar as it can go, and hot dr ops of wat er pen et rat e m y skin like t iny
bu llet s. Th e r hy t h m of w at er dan cin g on t he f loor creat es a blank et of soot h ing
soun d t hat env elops m e, m uf flin g t he chaot ic noises of our t h in- walled house.
Tension in m y back t hat I didn ’t ev en k now ex ist ed oozes out of m y por es in t o
st r eam s of w at er cascading in glist ening pat h s dow n m y body. I br eat he in a m ist of
her bal scent ed sham poo and liquid Dove soap, a w elcom e ch ange f rom t he
sem i- ar id air of Colorado. I n t h e show er I am alon e. No you nger siblin gs bar ging
unannounced in t o m y r oom , no fr iends int er rupt ing m e w it h t he shr ill rin g of t h e
t eleph one, no par ent s naggin g m e about fin ish ing college essay s.
The ceram ic t iles t hat line m y bat hr oom wall hav e t he per fect coefficient of
absor pt ion for r epeat ed r eflect ions of soun d w aves t o cr eat e t he w onder ful
rev er berat ion t hat m akes m y show er an acoust ic dr eam . Th e t w o by fou r st all is
t ransfor m ed int o Car negie Hall as Neha Mah aj an, w or ld- r enow ned m usician , sings
her h eart out int o a sham poo bot t le m icroph one. I lose m y self in t he haunt ing
m elism a of an aalaap, t he fr ee singin g of im pr ov ed m elodies in classical I ndian
m usic. I per fect ar rangem ent s for a capella singing, pract ice chor eography for
Ex calibur, and im pr ov ise songs t h at I w ill lat er st r um on m y guit ar.
Som et im es I sit in t he show er an d cry, m y salt y t ear s m ingling w it h t he clear dr ops
upon m y face un t il I can n o lon ger t ell t hem apar t . I h ave cr ied w it h t he despair of
m y f riend an d m ent or in t he Rape Crisis Team w h en sh e lost her sist er in a viciou s
case of dom est ic abuse, cried wit h t h e r ealizat ion of t he ur gency of m y w or k . I have
cr ied w it h t he inev it able t ears aft er wat ch ing Dead Poet ’s Societ y for t he sevent h
t im e. I have cried w it h t he sheer f ru st rat ion of m y inabilit y t o conv ince a fr ien d t hat
m y r eligious beliefs and v iewpoint s are as valid as h ers. Wit hin t hese glass w alls I
can cry, and m y t ear s ar e w ashed away by t he st inging h ot wat er of t he show er.
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The wat er t hat f alls f rom m y gleam ing brass show er head is n o or dinar y t ap w at er. I t
is in fused w it h a m y st er iou s pow er able t o act ivat e m y neur ons. My English t each ers
w ould be am azed if t h ey ev er discover ed h ow m any of m y com posit ions or iginat ed
in t he bat hr oom . I h ave rar ely h ad a case of w rit er ’s block t hat a long, hot show er
cou ld n’ t cu re. This daily r it u al is a ch ance for m e t o let m y m in d go fr ee, t o cat ch an d
reflect over any t h ough t s t h at dr ift t hr ough m y head befor e t hey vanish like t h e
ephem eral flashes of f ir eflies. I st and w it h m y eyes closed, w at er r unning t h rough
m y dr ippin g h air, an d t r y t o der iv e t he fu ll m ean ing conv eyed in chapt er six of m y
fav orit e book , Zen and t h e Art of Mot or cy cle Maint enan ce. I ’ll be lat her in g sham poo
int o t he m ass of t angles t hat is m y hair as I w or k on a syn aest hesia f or t he nex t t w o
lin es of a poem , or t he condit ion er w ill be slow ly soak ing t hr ough w h en I ex per ience
an Archim edean high, as a har d- t o- grasp phy sics concept pr esen t ed ear lier in t he
day suddenly r eveals it self t o m e. Now if only t hey had let m e t ake t hat AP Calculus t est in t he show er…
The spar k les of fallin g w at er m esm er ize m e int o r eflect ion . Th ought s t um bling in
som er sault s soft en int o a dewy m ellow ness. Do t hese dr ops of w at er car r y a seed of
consciou sness w it h in t hem ? As I wat ch t h e w at er w ink ing w it h t he r eflect ed ligh t of
t h e bat hr oom , it appear s t o glow in t he fu lfillm ent of it s k ar m a. Then , for a split
second, all t hought s cease t o ex ist and t im e st an ds st ill in a m om ent of per fect
silence and calm lik e t he m ir ror sur face of a placid lake.
I k now I have a t endency t o deplet e t he house supply of hot wat er, m uch t o t h e
annoyance of t he r est of m y f am ily. I kn ow I should heed m y m ot her ’s cont inual
w arn ings of t he disast r ous st at e of m y sk in af t er year s of t hese long show ers; as it
is, I go t h rough t w o bot t les of lot ion a m ont h t o cu re m y post- show er “ pr une”
sy n dr om e. But m y show er is t oo im por t ant t o m e. I t is a sm all pock et of t im e aw ay
for m t he frant ic deadlin e an d count less places t o be an d t hin gs t o do. I t is a chance
t o r eflect , an d enj oy—a bit of w elcom e fr ict ion t o slow dow n a hect ic day. The w at er
flow s int o a swir ling spir al dow n t h e drain beneat h m y feet . I t cleanses not only m y
body, bu t m y m ind and soul, leaving t he bar e essence t hat is m e. Analy sis
This essay illust rat es h ow som et h ing as or dinar y as a h ot show er can be used
auspiciously t o r eveal any t hing of t he aut hor ’s choosing. Mahaj an could have
focused on t he academ ic subj ect s or ex t racur r icu lars sh e m ent ions in her essay,
su ch as phy sics or t h e Rape Crisis Team , but in st ead she chooses a daily r it u al
com m on t o us all. Though ever y one can r elat e t o t akin g a show er, doubt less few
sh ow er in quit e t he sam e w ay Mahaj an does or f ind it t o be su ch an in t ellect u ally and
em ot ionally st ir ring ex per ience. The in t im acy of t he act set s an appr opr iat e st age
for her per sonal descr ipt ion of unrav eling fr om life’s st resses by singing int o a
sh am poo bot t le m icr oph one.
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Ther e is n o sign al, clear focus t o t he essay, bu t t his accurat ely r eflect s t he show er
exper ience it self—“ t o cat ch an d r elect over any t hough t s t hat dr ift t hr ough m y head
befor e t hey v anish.” Mah aj an t ouches on sch oolw or k, classical I ndian m u sic and
cont em plat ion about h er fav or it e book , all w it h hu m or ous f lair, and she ev en goes
int o em ot ionally r evealing descr ipt ions of cry ing in t h e show er. Unfor t un at ely, she
dw ells on cry ing for an ent ir e paragraph , and r eader cann ot help but w on der
w het her she could surv iv e w it h out h er show er t o cleanse h er “ m ind and soul.”
Ult im at ely, t hat Mahaj an der ives lit erally so m u ch inspirat ion and r elief f rom t he
sh ow er seem s rat her har d t o believ e. Th e not ion t hat she could have done bet t er on
her AP Calculus t est had she been allow ed t o t ak e it in t he show er is am using, but
doesn ’t seem t o add m uch bey ond t he suggest ion st and t hat vagu e “ har d- t o- grasp
phy sics concept ” seem s ex cessiv e. Already she dist inct ly conv ey s h er int er est in
science t hr ough her language—“ t he per fect coeff icient of absorpt ion for r epeat ed
reflect ion s of sound w aves” –and a supposedly subt le r eaffir m at ion of t his in t er est seem s u nnecessar y.
Mahaj an’s viv id langu age and u nu su al descr ipt ion ar e pr inciple qualit ies of t h is
essay. Sh e deft ly avoids t he t em pt at ion of r esor t ing t o clichés, and m ost ev ery t hing
is ent ir ely un pr edict able. A r elat iv ely m in or point is t hat her econom y of language
could be im pr ov ed, as ot her wise flu id sent ences ar e occasionally over done w it h an
excess of adj ect iv es and adv erbs. Nonet heless, Mahaj an convey s h er t alent for
cr eat iv e w r it ing, and t his carr ies h er essay for beyong t h e lesser issu es m ent ioned
earlier. An d, of cour se, her dist inct iv e show ers t hem e h elps t h is exhibit ion of t alent st and out . 哈佛 哈
5 0 e ssa y- - 3 。难 。 忘 难 的 忘 时 的 刻 时 Sensibilit y - - by Am anda Dav is
The put r id st ench of r ot t en salm on w aft s t hr ough t h e boar dwalk , per m eat ing t he
Fiv e St ar Café w it h a fishy odor. I stan d, chopping r ed pepper s for t om or row ’s soba
salad, in t he back of t he m inu scule k it chen. Adam , a pr et t y boy w it h cropped hair,
st ands beside m e, r elat ing t ales of sn ow boar ding in Sw eden w hile slicing pr ovolone
ch eese. Tour ist s w alk by t he caf é, som e peer ing in t hr ough t he w indow s, ot her s
int er est ed on ly in f ish sw im m in g upst r eam – clicks of cam eras capt ur e t he endless
st r uggle for sur vival. I t is 3 : 00 in t he aft ernoon, t he lu nch ru sh has died dow n, t he
evenin g r ush has n ot yet st ar t ed. I relax in t he r hy t h m ic t rance of t he dow nw ard
m ot ion of t h e k nif e, as I w at ch t he r ed peppers fall in t o pr ecise slices. The door opens. A cust om er.
Adam look s t ow ard m e. “ Your t ur n.”
I nod, pull m y self aw ay f rom t he pepper s, and t u rn t o t he r egist er. A m an st ands,
look ing at m e. His ey es, h idden under t angled gray hair, cat ch m ine, an d m y eyes
dr op, dow n t o his arm s. Spider lin es of old t at t oos st and out , w or ds and pict ur es an d
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sy m bols sk et ch ed on t hin, alm ost em aciat ed ar m s. I k now I am st ar ing. I look up.
“ Can I h elp you ?” I br ight ly ask.
He look s at m e w ar ily. “ A cup of coffee.”
Adam hands him a cup an d goes back t o slicin g.
“ That w ill be one dollar, sir.” He fu m bles in h is pocket , an d pu lls ou t a w r ink led dollar
bill. He ex t ends his hand, t hen – su ddenly – pu lls back. His face changes, and he
leans t ow ar d m e, cast ing a f righ t ened glan ce at t he cash r egist er.
“ I s t hat – is t hat - - ” h e st um bles ov er h is w ords. “ I s t hat alive?”
I look t o t he m achine. I t s com m on gr ay ext er ior r est s on t he cou nt er, t he gr een
num erals display ing t h e am ount ow ed. I t hin k of m y first day s at t he Five St ar, w hen
I w as sur e t hat it w as aliv e – a nefar iou s m ach ine m anipulat in g t h e cost s t o cause
m y h um iliat ion. As t h e day s pr oceeded, w e slow ly gain ed a t ru st for on e an ot h er,
and it s on ce ev il dem ean or h ad chan ged – t o t hat of an or din ar y m achine. I t hin k of
t he w or ld – cont r olled by m achines, t he cars and com put er s and clocks – wou ld t hey,
could t h ey, r ise up against u s? The espr esso m achin e is behind m e, it could at t ack –
t he hot w at er spu rt ing for t h, blinding m e as t he cash regist er f alls an d k nocks m e
ont o t h e floor as I – No, of cour se not . Sensibilit y w ins again.
“ No, sir. I t ’s j ust a m achine,” I ex plain. He eyes m e, unt r ust ing of m y w ords, in n eed
of r eassurance. “ I t t akes m oney.” I t ake his dollar, an d show him h ow, w it h a push
of a but t on , I can place t he m on ey inside. He t akes his coff ee w it h bot h h ands, and sips it .
“A m achin e…” he quiet ly r epeat s.
The cash r egist er sit s, silent on t he coun t er. ANALYSI S
I n bot h subj ect m at t er and st y le, “ Sensibilit y ” is a br eat h of fr esh air. I m agine
readin g st acks of essays about m u ndane t opics, an d t hen com ing u pon one about
red peppers, pr ovolone cheese and a cash r egist er – how cou ld it n ot st and out ?
Rat h er t han descr ibing a life- alt ering ex per ience or an inf luent ial r elat ionship, t he
w rit er r eveals her self and her t alent s indir ect ly by br in ging u s int o a capt ivat ing scene.
Wit h t h e skills of a creat iv e w r it er, t he aut hor uses crisp det ail t o m ake t h e Five St ar
Café spr ing t o life and t o place u s in t h e seaside k it ch en. Ev en if all t he essay does
is grab our at t ent ion and for ce us t o r em em ber it s au t hor, t his essay is a su ccess.
Bu t “ Sensibilit y” h as ot her st ren gt h s. The dialogue w it h t he em aciat ed m an raises
pr ov ocat iv e qu est ions abou t m oder n life. How do w e r elat e t o t he m achines ar oun d
us? How does “ sensibilit y ” change in t his new env ir onm ent ? And how do m achines
affect our r elat ions w it h people of dif fer ent classes and back gr ounds? The essay
does n ot pr et end t o answer t h ese quest ions, bu t in raising t hem it r eveals it s au t h or
t o possess an im pr essive degr ee of sophist icat ion and, at bot t om , an int erest ing m ind.
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All t he sam e, “ Sen sibilit y ” is n ot w it hout it s fault s. For one, t he scene seem s so
su rr eal t hat w e ar e led t o w onder w het her t h is is a w or k of fict ion . An d adm issions
essay w ill be st r onger t h e m ore w e can t ru st t h at w e ar e hear ing t he aut hor ’s hon est ,
per sonal v oice; t h e f ict ion al qualit y h ere j eopar dizes t hat . Mor eov er, alt hou gh t he
aut h or pr oves t h at she is t hought ful and t alent ed and has a v iv id im aginat ion, m any
qu est ions ar e left un answ er ed. Does t he aut hor want t o be a wr it er? How w ould h er
cr eat iv it y t ranslat e int o a cont r ibu t ion t o t h e com m unit y ? We w ould n eed t o r ely on
t h e r est of her applicat ion t o f ill in t hose gaps. St ill, on t he w hole, “ Sensibilit y ” is
su ccessf ul bot h because of and in spit e of it s r isk in ess.
A M e m or a ble D a y A Mem or able Day
- - by Ayana Elizabet h Johnson
Walk ing t hr ou gh m eadow and for est and m ud, helpin g an d bein g h elped across
st r eam s, looking at lakes, st ars and t r ees, sm elling pines and h orses, and generally
t rav eling t hr ough a half- seen w or ld, all h appened befor e four A. M. Th e t en of us
st opped near a w at er fall t o absorb t he beaut y of t he r ising sun . Th e sky was on fir e
befor e t he em ber s died out and on ly t he blues an d y ellow s r em ained. I saw t he
beam s of t he sun slide dow n fr om t he sky an d int o a m eadow, and felt m y happin ess
slide dow n m y cheek s. To t he sky I sang m y t hank s.
As our j ou rney t o t h e Grand Pyram id cont inu ed, I m et n ew flow ers. At t h e base of it s
peak , I looked u p w it h excit em en t , and t hen out for st abilit y. I nt im idat ed and y et
det erm ined, I st ar t ed t o crawl up t he m ou nt ain. I f oun d geodes, and t hat big r ocks
aren ’t alw ays st able. I w asn ’t alone, bu t I w as clim bin g by m y self. At t h e t op, t he
four of us w ho had cont inu ed fr om t he base w ere gr eet ed by t h e beaut y of n eedle
peak s and m ount ain ranges and m iles of a clear v iew in ever y dir ect ion, w it hou t t h e
bit t erly cold w in ds an d t he fear of height s I h ad ex pect ed w ou ld be t her e t oo. Ther e
was sim ply n at ur e and su nsh ine and fr iendship, an d t he elat ion t hey br ing.
Balloon s w er e blow n up and at t ached t o m e. People dan ced ar oun d m e and shout ed,
and a sm ile I cou ldn ’t cont r ol bur st for t h .
On t he w ay dow n, inst ead of t ear s of j oy t hat h ad accom panied t he sunr ise, t her e
w ere songs of j oy, an d I t h ought . I r ealized t hat t h e r ew ards an d t hr ills an d
m em or ies ar e in t he j our ney and not in r each ing t he dest inat ion. I h ad believ ed t his
bef ore an d ev en said it ou t loud, but t h is w as dif fer ent . I look ed at ev ery t hin g along
t he w ay. I st opped and r est ed and at t em pt ed t o et ch each differ ent v iew int o m y
m em or y. Th e h ack neyed ph rase of “ enj oying ev ery st ep along t he way ” was
som et h ing I liv ed, and as a r esult I felt r ich er t han I h ad ev er been. I pr om ised
m y self t h at t his lesson I w ou ld n ever for get , but as I w as descending fr om t he
highest point t o w hich I ’d ev er j our neyed, m y t hought s t oo r et ur ned t o a m or e
pr agm at ic lev el. I r em em ber ed t hat each j our ney in m y life w ouldn’t be as
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ch allenging or excit ing or r ew ardin g as t his one had been; never t h eless, it is t he
flow er s an d geodes and sm iles an d balloon s t hat m ak e t h e j our n ey w or t h wh ile.
I had only been singing for m y self and for t he m oun t ains, but ev er yone had hear d
m e, an d, w hen I r eached t h e bot t om , I w as gr eet ed w it h congrat u lat ions and
laugh t er – af t er all, I did h ave balloons t ied t o m e.
And t he j our ney cont in ued. The w at erfall w e h ad only r eally hear d befor e day- br eak
was n ow v isible, and I w as convinced t o j um p in an d m ake it t angible t oo. I plunged
m y h ead u nder it s t or rent ial flow, only t o receive a h eadache f rom it s coldness as a
rew ar d for m y boldness. I r em oved m y- t h en- num ber ed- self f rom t he w at er and w as
lacin g u p m y boot s w hen it began t o h ail. I h ad been w ishing t h at snow w ould fall on
t his August day, bu t hail w as close enough. The few of u s w ho had brav ed t he
wat erfall t h en ran t o cat ch t he gr oup in t he for est befor e t he im m inent t hun der st orm arr iv ed.
I saw in t he day light w hat I h ad ( or rat her h adn’t ) seen in t he m oon light . The
st r eam s w e had helped each ot her cr oss in t he dar k w er e n o m or e t han r ivu let s
t hr ough a field in t he lig ht . The m y st erious w oods w er e t ur ned ser ene by t he rays of
t he sun , and I t hought of t he gr eat chasm t hat oft en exist s bet w een appearance and
realit y. Th e m u d pu ddles t hat had been obst acles w er e n ow only anot her det ail of
t h e landscape, an d I t hou gh t abou t t hin gs t hat ar e a challenge t o m e w hich ot her s
find sim ple. The m eadow w her e I h ad t r ipped w hile t r ying t o st ar- gaze and w alk ,
becam e a place t o cloud – gaze and w onder at t h e st or m , and I t hought of t he m any
way s differ ent people can appr eciat e t he sam e t hing.
The hum bling t hun der appr oached. I t gr ow led. Suddenly, t h e fr ight eningly beaut iful
com panion of t h e t hunder st r uck a hill not so far ahead of u s. A f riend, t he on ly ot her
per son w ho h ad seen it , and I r an scr eam ing an d laugh ing int o t he t r ees, bu t k new
w e w ould be all r igh t because w e w ere t oget her.
A t r ek by m oonligh t , a sky on fir e, leak in g ey es, 13, 85 1feet up, balloons, geodes,
songs, icy w at erf alls, hail an d ligh t ning w er e m y sevent een t h bir t hday. ANAYLYSI S
This easy is eff ect iv e because it car r ies t he m et aph or of t he j our ney of lif e fr om t he
clim b u p t he m ount ain all t he way t hr ough. The essay is w ell or ganized and
st r uct ur ed, design ed t o r epr esent t h e r econst ruct ion of t he aut hor ’s excit ing day,
st ar t ing w it h h er in it ial r eact ion t o t he scener y t o her elat ion of finishin g at t h e end.
Each paragraph, t hou gh var ied in lengt h, t ells a par t of t he j ou rney and a change in
t he au t hor ’s gr ow ing perspect iv e on life.
The au t h or u ses a lot of act iv e descript ion, w hich t he r eader can easily relat e t o an d
alm ost ex per ience a par t of her j ou rney. Phr ases such as “ only t o r eceiv e a
headache fr om it s coldn ess as a r ewar d for m y boldness,” speak poignant ly because
t he r eader can alm ost feel t h e st ing of t h e dip in t he wat er fall. Th e com par ison
bet w een daylight and m oonlight also w or ks w ell becau se it allow s t he w r it er a
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ch ance t o dem onst rat e her abilit y t o describe cont rast .
The r eader m ay be slight ly disorient ed by t h e lack of cont ex t for t he st ory, as w e ar e
not t old w her e t he aut h or is or why sh e is clim bing a m ount ain. How ever, t h rough
t h e carefu lly cont r olled descript ion t h e au t h or rev eals her r eflect iv e nat ur e and
per sonal r ealizat ion as she ascends an d descends t h e m oun t ain, hence, show ing t he
par allel phy sical an d em ot ion al pr ogr ession . Her concludin g sent ence, t h ough not
par t icular ly poignan t , ser v es as a st r ong sum m ar y of a w ell- w r it t en piece. A n igh t Unfor got t en By Freder ick Ant w i
An hour befor e t he com m encem ent of t he per sonalit y cont est , I deposit ed m y bag
car efu lly in a cor ner of t he changin g r oom . From m y vant age point , I could see t he
m uscu lar senior s com par in g t heir lov ely t hr ee- piece suit s and m using about w hich
one of t hem w ould w in t h e t it le. A bony, st ut t erin g j unior w it h no su it and no new
sh oes, I swallow ed har d and r esolved t o give t h e pageant m y best shot . Since t he
fir st r ound of t he pr ogram w as a parade in t radit ional w ear, I ner v ously pu lled out
m y kent e, dr aped t he beaut ifu lly w ov en red and y ellow fabr ic ar oun d m y t hin fram e,
pinned on m y “ cont est ant n um ber f ive” badge and hur ried t o t ake m y place in line.
Wishing h opelessly t hat m y m ot her w as am ong t he spect at or s an d n ot w or king in
som e hospit al in a foreign count ry, I stepped out ont o t he polished wooden st age.
I m m ediat ely, one t housand t w o hun dr ed cu rious ey es bor e int o m e. My cheek s
t w it ched v iolent ly, m y t h roat const rict ed and m y k nees t urn ed t o j elly. I fou ght for
cont r ol. Bending m y ar m s slight ly at t he elbow s, I st r ut t ed acr oss t he st age in t he
usual f ashion of an Asant e m onar ch and m ercifu lly m ade it back t o t he chan ging
room w it hout m ishap. The crow d erupt ed int o a fr enzied cheer. As I r et ur ned for t he
“ casu al w ear ” r ound, som et hing m agical happened.
I t was singular em ot ion t hat no w ords can descr ibe. I t began as an achin g,
beau t if ully t ender ness in t he pit of m y st om ach, gradu ally bubbling in t o m y chest ,
fillin g m e w it h w arm t h an d radian ce, m elt in g aw ay all t h e t en sion. Slow ly, it
eff erv esced int o m y m out h, ont o m y t on gue and in t o w or ds. As I spoke t o t he crow d
of m y past im es and passion s, w or ds of such silk y t ext ur e pour ed out fr om m y soul
w it h un par alleled candor and cadence. The v oice t hat issued fr om m y lips w as at
once r icher, deeper, st r onger t han I h ad ev er pr oduced. I t was as t hough an inner
self, a core essence, had br oken f ree and t aken cont r ol. Severed fr om r ealit y, I
float ed t hr ough t he r em ainder of t hat r em ar k able ev ening.
One hour lat er, t he bar it one of t he pr esent er r ang out in t o t he cool nigh t air. “ Mr. GI S
Personalit y 199 3, select ed on t he basis of confidence, char ism a, cult ural r eflect ion ,
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st yle, eloquence, w it and or iginalit y, is Cont est ant nu m ber…”
“ Fiv e! One! Five! Five!” r oar ed t he elect r ified cr ow d.
My h eart pounded f ur iously. My br eat hing r educed t o sh allow gasps.
“ Cont est ant n um ber f ive!” ex ploded t he pr esen t er in conf irm at ion.
For a f ew sacr ed m om ent s, t im e st opped. My ear s scr eam ed, an d m y low er j aw,
defy in g t he gr ip of m y facial m u scles, dr opped lik e a draw - br idge. Then I r ushed
for war d, bear- hu gged t he pr esent er and em braced ev ery one else I could lay m y
hands on! Am idst t h e t u m ult , t h e Manager of KLM Airlines m ount ed t he st age,
pr esen t ing m e w it h a m et er - lon g Accra- Am st er dam - London r et u rn t icket . As I st ood
br andishin g m y sky- blue cardboar d t icket , posing sham elessly f or t he cam eras an d
gr inn ing sheepishly at t he t h ron g, a pang of r egr et shot t hr ough m e. I f only m y
m ot her cou ld h ave been in t hat cr ow d t o w it n ess and indeed be a par t of t his m ost poignant of all m em or ies. ANALYSI S
“ The u nusual ex per ience” is a st aple of college ent r ance essays, but in t his case t he
exper ience is t r uly unusual- a personalit y cont est for m en. I t ’s also in t er est ing t o see
Ant w i’s t ransfor m at ion fr om shy t o super st ar. Ant wi concent rat es on a fix ed even t in
t im e and u ses it t o show t he spect ru m of his per son alit y - shy, confident , excit ed,
lon ely- in an am u sing an d ent er t ain ing way.
I t ’s n o w onder Ant w i w on t he cont est . He’s a gr eat st or y t eller. He h as an acut e sense
of det ail- “ one t housand and t w o hun dr ed cur iou s eyes,” “ t h e fashion of an Asant e
m onar ch” - and is good at height en ing dr am a. Th e essay is also upbeat and fun t o read.
I t w ould h ave been nice t o k now w hat Ant w i said in t he t hir d paragraph inst ead of
sim ply r eading about t h e “ un paralleled candor and cadence” w it h w hich he spok e.
Also, Ant w i does n ot ex plain t he w hat , w here, or w hy of t he cont est , w hich ar e all
im por t ant t o k n ow. Ov erall, how ev er, h is per sonalit y sh ines t hr ough as st ellar. Ban ana By Nat han W. Hill
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I w as hu ngry and t he su n im paled m e on it s searing r ay. I w or e a w ool coat , black
w it h r ed cot t on lining. I t had serv ed m e w ell in t h e m ist y foot hills of t he Him alay as,
w her e His Holiness, t he Dalai Lam a, gave his blessin g. The coat had r ecen t ly
ret ur ned f rom a long absence. I w or e it despit e t he heat .
The h um id w eat her an d t he final wilt ing blossom s of lat e Sept em ber conspir ed t o fill
m y h ead w it h snot . The m igh t y h am m er, Mj ollnir, pounded his lam ent bet w een m y ears.
I w alked dow n t o The Bar n, our cafet eria, but it w ouldn’t open again u nt il t hr ee.
Then, I r em em bered Clint , m y j unior y ear English t each er, and w alked back t o t h e
Upper School. Clint alw ays k ept a few ov er r ipe ban anas in t he f ruit bow l w it h t he
past due v ocab t est s. Laur a, w ho shar ed t he office, com plained of t he fet id sm ell of
rot t en fr uit an d t hat Clint m ade gr unt ing n oises as he w or ked hunched in his bow t ie,
over a m ound of dish eveled papers. On occasion, he st ret ched his ar m t owar ds
Laura’s desk and asked her, w it h a br uised banana dangling fr om his hand, “ Wou ld
you like a banan a, Laura?” Wit h a crin kled nose, Laura alw ays polit ely r eplied, “ No,
t h ank y ou, Clint ,” and w at ched in disgust as he w olf ed it dow n.
The heavy w ooden door t o Clint ’s of fice st ood pr opped open becau se of t he heat .
I nside, a sm all elect r ic fan sat on t op of t h e com put er, it m ade an obnoxious noise
bet w een t he soun d of buzzing bees an d chom ping t eet h . A t iny st rip of paper dar t ed
befor e t he spinnin g blades. Clint looked up fr om h is w or k and asked w it h nasal
condescension, “ Can I help y ou, Nat e?”
I r esponded ph legm at ically, “ May I h ave a ban ana?” t h e sweat dr ipping off t he end of m y n ose.
Wit h a m ixt ur e of pit y and r epr oach, he r aised his ar m t o poin t at t he w ooden bow l
on t op of t he gray file cabinet . I lift ed t h ree v ocab t est s away.
I grabbed it , soft an d br ow n. I t s sw eet arom a dist ract ed m e fr om t he t h robbin g of
m y head. I held t he banana in m y r ight h and, and m ov ed m y left hand t o it s st em , ready t o divest m y pr ey.
A t hin st icky liquid st ar t ed seeping t hr ough m y h and. Not ex pect ing a ban ana t o leak
I dr opped it , and hear d a low t hu d, f ollow ed by splat t er ing.
The ban ana bu rst open; it s m ushy yellow gut s flew. A dr ippin g peel r em ain ed of m y sear ch for happiness.
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Hill h as t aken t he basic nar rat iv e f or m in t his essay and t ran sf orm ed it in t o
som et h ing m em orable. Wh ile Hill h as alluded t o t he fact t hat he w as in t he
Him alayas and t hat he w as giv en a blessin g by t h e Dalai Lam a, h e does n ot dw ell on
t h ose ev ent s, how ev er signif ican t or u niqu e. Rat her, h e chooses t o concent rat e on
sim ple t opics: hu nger and a covet ed banana.
The st ren gt h of Hill’s essay r est s w it h his descr ipt iv e langu age. The end of t he essay
par t icular ly im pact s t he r eader w it h v iv id im ager y. Few w h o r ead t his essay w ill
for get t h e im age of an over ripe banan a ex ploding. Hill’s ph rasing is at t im es
per fect : ”…ready t o div est m y pr ey,” is one such ex am ple of conv incing, pow er ful
language. Hill has conv eyed t he exact m agnit ude of h is hunger and desir e for t hat
ban ana w it h t h is ph rase.
A few ar eas could be st r engt hened, h owev er. Hill is som ewhat m eandering in his
openin g, t ouching on t opics like t he Dalai Lam a and t he Him alay as, w hich t hou gh
int er est ing ar e n ot signif icant t o t he m ain t h rust of t he n arrat ive. Also, Hill’s u se of
dialogue an d t he descript ion of Clint and Laur a ar e a lit t le aw kw ard. He m ight have
done bet t er t o hav e sim ply expan ded upon t he lat t er par agraphs of his essay,
focusing m or e on t he banan a and h is hu nger and om it t in g t his dialogue and t h e
descr ipt ion of Clint . Despit e t hese sm all com plicat ion s, Hill has don e t h e t r ick and
pr oduced an essay t hat dem an ds at t ent ion and r espect . A Lesson Abou t Life By Aaron Miller
Finally t he day h ad ar r ived. I was on m y w ay t o Aspen, Color ado. I had hear d
w onderfu l st or ies abou t t he Aspen Mu sic School fr om f riends w ho h ad at t ended in
pr ev ious y ear s, and I w as cert ain t hat t his sum m er w ou ld be an unbelievable
lear ning ex per ience. I w as especially excit ed t o be st udying w it h Mr. Her bert St essin,
an est eem ed pr ofessor from t h e Ju illiar d Sch ool.
Aft er j ust a few lessons w it h Mr. St essin, I k new t h at I w ould n ot be disappoint ed. Mr.
St essin is so incredib ly shar p t hat no det ail get s but him . He not ices ever y t ur n of
each m usical ph rase, cat ches w r ong not es in com plex chor ds, and in t erj ect s his w r y
sense of hum or int o every lesson . As I w as pr epar ing Beet hoven ’s Sonat a, Op.31 ,
No. 3, f or a m ast er class, he w arn ed m e at t h e end of a lesson, “ Don ’t play t his t oo
w ell, Aar on , or I ’ll hav e n ot hin g t o say !”
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The m ast er class w ent qu it e w ell consider ing t hat it w as m y fir st per for m ance of t he
sonat a. A f ew day s lat er, as I w alked across t h e br idge ov er t he creek w hich w inds
t hr ough t he m usic school cam pu s, I saw Mr. St essin’s w if e, Nancy, w ho w as also on
t he Aspen facult y. I wav ed t o her, an d as I w alked past she said som et h ing t o m e
w hich I didn ’t cat ch over t he r oar of t he r ush ing wat er. I st opped for a m om ent as
sh e r epeat ed, “ Th at w as a v ery nice Beet hoven y ou played t he ot her day.” We had a
br ief conv ersat ion , and I w as t ou ched by her t hought ful com m ent .
On July 15 I h ad m y last lesson w it h Mr. St essin, and walked w it h h im t o t he din ning
hall. As I was sit t ing dow n w it h m y f riends t o have lun ch, som eone w hisper ed t o m e,
“ Mrs. St essin passed out !” w e nat urally assum ed t h at sh e h ad fain t ed fr om t h e
alt it ude or t he heat . Howev er, w e soon r ealize t hat t he sit uat ion w as m or e ser ious,
as an am bulance w as called t o t ake her t o t he near by hospit al.
Not hing could hav e pr epar ed m e for t he news t hat t w o dist raught fr iends br ought
lat e t hat nigh t t o m y r oom m at e and m e. Mrs. St essin h ad nev er r egain
consciou sness and had died of a r upt ur ed aneur ysm . That night , m y r oom m at e and
I could not sleep; w e t alk ed about ou r m em or ies of Mrs. St essin for hour s on end. I n
t he m orn ing, Dean Last er called us t oget her t o officially ann ounce t h e sad n ews.
Num b w it h disbelief t hat t his vibr ant and dedicat ed w om an w as gon e, w e w onder ed
how Mr. St essin could possibly cope w it h t his t er rible t r agedy. Sur ely he w ould be
heading back t o New Yor k as soon as arran gem ent s could be m ade.
I couldn’t have been m or e w rong. Only days aft er, Mr. St essin was back in h is st udio, t eachin g!
I nit ially shocked by Mr. St essin’s decision t o st ay, I soon began t o u nder st and h is
t hin kin g. He and h is w ife had been t eaching at Aspen for m any y ears an d had built
a st ron g sense of com m un it y w it h t he facult y and st uden t s. Fu rt her m or e, I r ealized
t hat he found com fort t hr ou gh h is lov e of m usic and his com m it m ent t o h is st udent s.
Leaving Aspen w ould have m ean t leavin g behind h is f ondest m em or ies of Nancy.
Aft er st u dy ing a Mozart piano concert o w it h Mr. St essin all sum m er, I w as for t unat e
t o h ave t he oppor t un it y t o dedicat e m y per for m ance t o t h e m em or y of Mr s. St essin.
At t he end of t he concert , m y last ev ening in Aspen, I was gr eet ed by fr iends an d
facult y m em ber s backst age. When I saw Mr. St essin appr oach ing m e, he w as
beam ing. “ That was a w onderfu l per for m ance!” he said, and gave m e a hug. He
cont in ued, “ And t h ank y ou for t h e dedicat ion. I ’ll m iss you .” We hu gged again.
Last e sum m er did indeed t ur n out t o be an u nbelievable learn ing ex perience.
Alt hough Mr. St essin t aught m e a gr eat deal about m usic and t he piano, in t he end
his gr eat est lesson abou t life.
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Miller builds a st ron g essay arou nd t w o big st ories: a phenom enal accom plishm ent and a m ov ing deat h .
He has a good ear for coupling dialogue and nar rat ion, and pr oj ect s h im self w it h
at t ract iv e m odest y. Miller offer s t he r eader a chance t o appr eciat e an especially
w ide r ange of qu alit ies: em pat hy, vir t uou sly, w isdom , and gen er osit y, alt hough he
m isses a good opport unit y t o descr ibe h ow he feels about t he m usic h e per for m s,
and his conclusion is som ewhat t r it e.
Miller lim it s his essay t o allow in g t he r eader t o appr eciat e one’s m at ur it y, but one
m ust have a gent le t ouch and healt h em ot ion al dist ance. 哈佛 哈
5 0 e ssa y- - 4 。经验之歌 “ Should I Jum p?” - - Tim ot hy F. Sohn
As I st ood at op t h e old railr oad- br idge som e six st or ies abov e t he w at er, m y m ind
was r acin g dow n conv olut ed pat hs of t h ough t : Logic and r eason wou ld oblige m e t o
get off t his ru st in g t r est le, ru n t o m y car, fast en m y seat belt , and dr iv e hom e
car efu lly w hile obeying t he speed lim it an d st opping f or any an im als w hich m igh t
wander int o m y pat h. Th is ban al an d u t t er ly saf e scenar io d id n ot sit w ell w it h m e.
I felt t he n eed t o do som et hin g r eckless and im pet u ous. “ Why am I doing t h is?”
I backed u p t o w her e I could no lon ger see t he huge dr op wh ich await ed m e, an d
t hen, m y w hole body t r em blin g w it h ant icipat ion , I ran up t o t he edge, and h ur led m y self off t he br idge.
“ Do I h ave a deat h w ish? Will m y n ext conv ersat ion be w it h Elvis or Jim m y Hoff a?”
The fir st j u m p off t he br idge was like n ot hing I h ad ev er experienced. I do not h ave
a fascinat ion w it h deat h, an d I do not display suicidal t en den cies, y et I lov ed
t hr ow ing m y self off t hat br idge, despit e t he obj ect ion s of t he logical par t of m y brain .
St anding u p t her e, I recalled fr om phy sics t hat I shou ld be pu lled t ow ard t he ear t h
w it h an accelerat ion of 9. 8m / s/ s. G- for ces m eant n ot h ing t o m e on ce I st epped off
t he edge of t he br idge, t hough. I f elt like I w as in t h e air f or an et er nit y ( alt hough I
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was act ually only in t he air for about t hr ee seconds) .
This leap w as at on ce t he m ost fr igh t ening an d m ost ex hilar at in g exper ience of m y
life. That syner gy of fear and excit em ent br ought about a u niqu e k ind of euphor ia.
Jum ping of f and f eeling t h e gr ou nd fall ou t fr om u ndern eat h m e w as in cr edible. I
have r ock- clim bed an d r appelled ex t ensiv ely, bu t t hose ex per iences cann ot
com par e, eit her in fear or in t hr ill, t o j um ping of f a br idge.
Once I conquer ed m y in it ial f ear and j um ped off, I did it again and again , alw ays
sear chin g for t hat t ingling sensat ion w hich ran t hr ough m y lim bs t he fir st t im e I did
it , but n ever qu it e r ecapt ur in g t he ast on ish ing bliss of t hat fir st j um p. I hav e j u m ped
m any t im es since t hat fir st t im e, and all of m y j um ps have been fun , but none can
qu it e m at ch t hat fir st leap. Th e t hr ill of t hat fir st j um p, t hat elusiv e rapt ur e, w as on e
of t he gr eat est feelings of m y lif e.
“ Wow, I can’t believ e I did t hat ! ”
When I j um ped off t hat br idge, I was hav ing fu n, but I w as also r ebelling. I w as
m ak ing am ends for ever y t im e I did t he logical t hing inst ead of t he fu n t hin g, ever y
t im e I opt ed for t he least dangerous rou t e t hr ough out m y life. I w as r ising up and
doing som et hing blissf ully bad, som et hin g im pet uous. I w as act ing w it hou t t hink ing
of t he ram ificat ion s, and it w as liberat ing. My w hole lif e, it seem ed, h ad been liv ed
w it hin t he const rict ive bou ndar ies of logical t hought . I ov erst epped t hose
boundar ies w hen I j um ped. I fr eed m y self f rom t he bonds of logic and r eason, if for
only a few seconds, and t hat w as im por t ant . ANALYSI S
I n t his essay, Sohn pr esen t s a capt iv at in g n arr at iv e of an ex perience t hat has
signif ican t ly shaped his at t it udes and out look on life. I n or der for t his nar rat ive f or m
t o be successful, t he w r it er m ust use descr ipt iv e language t o set t h e scene and
t ranspor t t he r eader t o t he locat ion an d ev en in t o t he t hought pr ocess of t he
nar rat or. Soh n does t his r em ar k ably w ell. The r eader can env ision t h e railr oad
t r est le upon w hich he st ands and even feel t he w eight lessness of his free- fall t hank s
t o clear, descr ipt iv e lan gu age. Sohn uses a m at ur e v ocabular y and incor por at es an
int er nal dialogue t o aid t he flow of his essay successfully.
The inev it able goal of su ch a for m at is f or t he w r it er t o conv ey som et h ing abou t h is
or her per sonalit y or indiv idu al qualit ies t o t he r eader. I n t his case, Sohn w ant ed t h e
reader t o know about his fr eew heeling side; his abilit y t o t ake r isks, defy logic, and
exper ience danger. The conclusion is also a par t icular st r engt h of t his essay. Sohn
t ak es t h e isolat ed event h e has described so w ell and applies it t o a br oader schem e,
sh ow ing t he r eader j ust h ow t his event w as t r uly sign ificant t o h is life
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The day had been goin g slow ly. On ot her days I had been m or e successful in m y
research on t h e con nect ion bet w een Sw it zerlan d and Nazi gold. How ev er, t oday I
hadn’t fou nd any t hing su bst ant ial yet . I couldn’t st op m yself fr om look ing at m y
wat ch t o see if a t im e had com e w hen I could t ak e t he shu t t le back t o Washin gt on.
Josh, t h e ot h er int ern , had been lu ck ier. He h ad fou nd a new piece of inf or m at ion
dealing w it h Herm an Goer ing. Lik e ot her in for m at ion w e h ad u ncov ered at t he
Nat ional Archiv es 2 , it cou ld be ex t r em ely im por t ant for t he Senat e Bank ing
Com m it t ee, or j ust a w idely know f act wit h w hich w e w ou ld be w ast ing our
su per visor’s t im e. At any rat e, h e flagged it for copy in g an d k ept on searching h is box .
I finished m y box of f iles, checked m y w at ch again, and decided t hat I could search
t hr ough one m or e box befor e I h ad t o t ak e t h e hour- lon g bus r ide back. The gr oup
of r ecor ds on t h e nex t cart w as m ark ed “ Top Secr et I n t ercept ed Messages fr om t he
U.S. Milit ar y At t aché in Bern e, Sw it zerland, t o t he War Depar t m en t in Wash ingt on
D.C.” Follow ing t he Archiv es’ pr ocedur es, I t ook one box off of t he cart , t hen one
folder ou t of t he box , pu t t he box in t he m iddle of t h e t able, and st art ed look ing
t hr ough docum ent s in t h e folder.
I n t his folder t her e was one docum en t t hat caught m y eye. I t was dat ed “ 23
Febr uar y 1945 ” an d cont ain ed infor m at ion sent t o Wash ingt on on bom bings of t he
pr ev ious day. Many of t he docum ent s I h ad gone t hr ough had r ecount ed bat t les and
bom bings as w ell as t h e ar eas affect ed by t h ese. What w as dif fer ent about t his
docu m ent w as t hat t he cit ies list ed as being bom bed w ere Sw iss cit ies. This w as
ver y st range becau se Sw it zerland w as a n eut ral count r y and it s cit ies shouldn’t hav e
been bom bed. I recognized t he nam es of m any of t he cit ies t hat w er e m ent ioned in
t he m essage, since I h ad gone t o visit t hese w hen I had v isit ed m y m ot her ’s fam ily
in Sw it zer land. Th ey w ere list ed as follow s:
B- 17 ’s. Fight er s at 124 0 m achin e0gu nned m ilit ary post n ear Lohn n ort h of Scahff hausen . 3 w ounded.
At 1 235 St ein on Rhin e bom bed. 7 dead. 16 w oun ded. 3 childr en m issing.
Abou t h alfway t hr ough t he list I saw t he f ollow in g:
At 1 345 BB- 17 ’s bom bed Rafz. 8 dead, hou ses dest roy ed.
I w as shocked. My m ot h er is f rom Raf z, and m ost of h er f am ily st ill lives t her e. Even
m or e dist ur bin g w as t he dat e of t he m essage. My m ot her w ou ld hav e been only four year s old.
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“ Josh, y ou’ll n ever guess w hat I j ust f ound! The t ow n w here m y Mom gr ew u p w as
bom bed. She w as . .. fou r y ears old! This is so w eir d!”
“ Yeah, t hat is pr et t y w eir d.” Obv iously, Josh wasn ’t as ent husiast ic as I was.
I st ayed unt il t he last shu t t le at 6: 00 t o go t hr ough t h e r est of t h e boxes on t he cart ,
bu t didn’t find any t hing near ly as good. I r eally couldn ’t believ e it , m y Mom had
never m ent ioned any t hing abou t a bom bing, and I assum ed t hat she didn’t
rem em ber it . This m ade m e ev en m or e excit ed because I had u ncov er ed a piece of
m y hist or y. I couldn’t w ait t o call h om e t h at night .
When I got t o t he dor m , I said “ h i” t o a few of t he ballerinas and ot her in t er ns I h ad
m et t hat sum m er, and ran up t o m y room . As soon as I got in, I picked u p t he ph one and called h om e. “ Yallo?” “ Hey, Mom s!”
“ Hi, Daniel. How was w or k? Did y ou find any t hing for Alfonse?”
“ Not really, Mom s, but …”
“ How ar e t he ballerinas?”
“ Fine, but Mom s. List en. What do you r em em ber abou t Febr uar y 2 2, 1 945?”
Ther e w as slight hesit at ion on her end of t he lin e. I t w as on ly for a few seconds, but
I t hought t hat I h ad st um ped her. She w as only f our y ears old at t he t im e of t he
bom bing; sh e shouldn ’t rem em ber. But in a few seconds she spok e. The j ov ial
m anner of befor e had been r eplaced by one solem nit y. She had r em em bered.
“ That w as t he day t h e Am er icans bom bed Rafz.” ANALYSI S
“ Hist or y” is abou t t he discov ery of one’s past . Dr oller descr ibes h is fin dings of a
sm all, y et sign ificant , piece of hist or y concerning his m ot her. Th e r eader is not given
a com plet e pict ur e of t h e applicant ’s backgr ound. I nst ead, t he essay succeeds in
rev ealin g one per son al an d m eaningfu l m om en t in Dr oller ’s life t hat w ould ot her w ise
not h ave been capt ur ed by t he r est of h is applicat ion.
Thr ough his essay, Droller descr ibes h ow he accident ally cam e across a par t of his
hist or y. Wh at m ost st ands out is t he shock an d sur pr ise t hat he feels w it h h is
new fou nd in for m at ion. While Dr oller does t ell us out r igh t about h is excit em ent , “ I
had uncovered a piece of m y hist or y,” he also illu st rat es his ent hu siasm wit h t h e
descr ipt ion of his t elephon e conv ersat ion an d his im pat ience t o r eveal his fin din gs.
This leaves t he r eader w ant in g t o lear n m or e about t he det ails of t he bom bing an d
how it aff ect ed his fam ily.
The essay’s for m could, h owev er, be m ade st r onger. Despit e t he defining m om ent
found at t he v ery end of t he essay, t he opening h as lit t le dir ect ion. Ther e isn’t m uch
indicat ion as t o t he m ain point of t he essay. A r eader w ould pr obably be m or e
int er est ed in t he det ails sur roun din g t he bom bing, sh eddin g m ore light on t he
relat ionship bet ween m ot her and son. We ar e not show n how t his discover y af fect ed
t h eir relat ion sh ip or if Dr oller now t hin ks differ ent ly about his m ot h er based on w hat
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sh e w ent t hr ough dur ing her ch ildhood. A det ailed account of t he aut h or ’s
int eract ions w it h his m ot her, an d his k now ledge of h is m ot h er ’s childh ood, m ight
have m ade t he fin al r ealizat ion abou t t he bom bing m or e em ot ional and r ev ealing
about Droller ’s char act er.
“To Soa r , Fr ee ” “ To Soar, Fr ee” - - by Van essa G. Henk e
A cold, blu st er y w int er st or m swept m y gr andpar ent s and I int o t he war m t h of m y
aunt ’s liv ing room , w her e she was h ost ing h er t radit ional Chr ist m as Ev e par t y. My
hat an d cape w ere t aken fr om m e, r ev ealing t he Vict or ian par t y dr ess, w hich had
been design ed and pain st akingly t ailor ed j ust f or m e. The m usic lift ed m e, and ch ills
su rged t h rough m y body. I w as ent hralled, ecst at ic w it h t h e pow er of t he or ch est r a.
My ex cit em ent m ount ed as I r ealized t hat , for a few br ief m om ent s, t he audience at
t he openin g night of The Nut cracker at New York Cit y ’s Lincoln Cent er w as focusing
on m y per for m ance. At n ine y ears old, t h is was m y long- aw ait ed debut . Any v est ige
of uncert aint y about m y per for m ance had dissipat ed. I w as t ransfor m ed fr om a shy
young gir l int o a confident per for m er.
Ov er t he y ears, as m y t echn iqu e im pr oved and I spent increasing am ount s of t im e
each week pract icing and per for m ing, I lear ned t o valu e t he discipline r equ ired of a
pr ofessional. Wit h out so m any hour s dedicat ed t o pract ice, I w ould n ever have been
able t o execu t e pow erf ul leaps across t he st age in per for m ance. I n class, or on st age,
t he m u sic w ou ld pulse t hr ough ever y fiber of m y being, m y body r eson at ing t o ever y
not e of t h e scor e. I discover ed t hat disciplin e an d dedicat ion gav e m e t he confidence
necessar y for m e t o r efin e m y t echn ique and st y le, an d t o f ulfill m y pot ent ial an d
dr eam – t o dance like anot her inst r um ent in t he or chest ra.
This past sum m er, I t aught ballet and chor eographed dance at Buck’s Rock Cam p for
t he Creat iv e an d Per for m in g Art s. Ther e, I discov er ed t hat fulfillm en t can com e n ot
only fr om soar ing acr oss t h e st age, but by com m unicat ing w hat I have lear ned t o
ot her s. I em ulat ed t he good t echniques of m y best t eachers, so t hat m y student s
could find pleasur e in dance. For m y m or e advanced st udent s, I offer ed
w ell- deserv ed pr aise an d h elped t hem t o r efine t heir skills. For st udent s w it h less
exper ience, I t r ied t o fost er self- con fidence an d creat e an env ir onm ent in w hich
t hey could lear n, ask qu est ions and m ak e m ist akes w it hou t feeling asham ed. The
rew ards for m y effort s w ere t he st udent s’ im pr ov ed self- confiden ce an d sk ills.
The disciplin e I lear ned dur in g m y five y ears w it h t h e New Yor k Cit y Ballet helped m e
under st and t hat w it h fr eedom com es r esponsibilit y. Wh en I perfor m ed at Lincoln
Cent er, I dan ced across t he st age, f ree, because of t h e hour s of pr eparat ion an d
t h ought fu l consider at ion I pu t int o plan ning classes an d r ehear sals, inspir ing
st udent s t o be t h eir best . I now have a gr eat er appr eciat ion for t he value of m y
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exper iences as a per for m er, I am a m ore fu lfilled per son and I f eel conf iden t and
ent husiast ic about fut ure endeavor s. I w ill con t inue t o soar, fr ee. ANALYSI S
I n her essay, t he aut h or of “ To Soar, Fr ee” dem onst rat es an u nder st andin g t hat if an
essay about a “ significant ex per ience or achiev em ent ” is t o be successful, it m ust
dist inguish it self fr om a pack of sur ely sim ilar essay t opics. Alt hough t he aut hor ’s
ch osen t opic is not all t hat differ ent t h an w r it ing about play ing spor t s or per for m ing
ot h er t y pes of ar t , t h is essay st an ds out . The aut hor gracefully h ighligh t s t h e
per sonal im por t ance of per for m ing an d t eaching ballet , u sin g h er pr ogr ession in t he
art t o r eflect her personal and phy sical gr ow t h. Begin ning w it h a childhood m em or y
about h er fir st ballet per for m ance, t h e aut hor begin s t o paint a pict ur e for t he r eader
of j ust h ow dan ce has in fluenced her life. From t her e, t h e r eader get s a sen se of t he
increasing sign ificance of t his act iv it y, t o t he point w her e he or she lear ns t hat t his
lov e for ballet h as inspir ed t h e aut h or t o inst r uct ot her s in h er ar t f or m . I n h er f inal
par agraph, t he essay ist closes w it h general conclusions about t he lessons sh e learn ed t hr ough dance.
By beginning her passage w it h an anecdot e about h er fir st m aj or ballet per for m ance, t he aut hor dist ances her piece fr om a m ore st raigh t for w ard
“ w hat - dancing- m eans- t o- m e” essay. I n st ead of spelling ou t t he r eason ing behind
her lov e of ballet , t he aut hor encourages t he r eader t o cont inue r eading. Not un t il
t he end of t h e four t h sent ence does h e or sh e k now w hat exact ly has been causing
t h e chills and ex cit em en t t hat t h e au t h or illu st rat es so w ell in t h e open ing sent ences.
Wit h a set t ing firm ly est ablished, t h e aut hor is t h en f ree t o proceed w it h her
nar rat iv e. The r eader obser v es t he aut h or ’s love of dan ce gr ew m or e int ense as she
got older and becam e m ore serious abou t t his act ivit y. Moreover, in t he t h ird
par agraph, t he au t hor in t r odu ces an int er est ing t wist t o t he essay, as she chr on icles
her ex periences on t he ot h er side of dance, as a ballet t eacher at a sum m er cam p.
This com plicat ion w or ks w ell at illu m in at in g t he w ay in w hich t he au t hor learn s t o
see t hat ballet can of fer m or e fu lfillm en t t han j ust t hat fr om t h e t hr ill of per for m ance.
Alt hough t his essay is effect iv e at h igh light in g t he m any w ay s in w h ich ballet has
affect ed t he aut h or ’s lif e, it lack s flow and does not efficient ly link it s v aried poin t s
and ideas. The connect ion bet w een t he second an d t hir d par agraphs is especially
abr upt . This spot is an ideal j u nct ur e t o suggest t h e m any w ay s in w hich dan ce –
aside f rom it s dir ect per for m an ce an d pract ice – h as influ enced h er life. Especially in
essays about significant per sonal exper iences or achievem ent s, it is ext r em ely
im por t ant t o m ake effect iv e u se of t ransit ional phrases an d w or ds t o conn ect t h e
indiv idu al point s w it h t he ov erall t h em e. Be t hat as it m ay, af t er com piling a solid
essay w it h uniqu e per spect ives an d dim ensions, t h e aut hor subt ract s fr om h er piece
by of fering clich éd conclusion s in t he final par agraph t hat ar e easy t o in cor porat e
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int o any essay of t h is for m . Th e challenge is t o iden t ify and h igh light conclusions unique t o t he sit uat ion.
“One H u ndr e d Pa ir s of Eye s”
“ One Hundr ed Pair s of Ey es” - - by Pat r icia M. Glynn
Awar eness. An awar eness t hat all ey es fr om one hun dr ed yar ds of gr een grass ar e
focused on a cert ain point in space is w hat dr ives t hr ough m y t hou ght s as I st and
poised. These ey es disregar d t h e per iph eral chat t er of spect at or s, t he cold w ind
w hist lin g in t he nigh t air ar ou nd t hem , and t he har shn ess of t he w hit e ligh t s ov er t he
field. They focus only on t his one spot befor e m y hands and, t o begin t heir show,
t h ey w ait for a sim ple m ot ion, a m er e flick of t he w r ist . As a t inglin g sensat ion ar ises
in m y f inger t ips, I lif t m y han ds in pr epar at ion . On e hu ndr ed pair s of ey es br eat h e
in un ison across t he hu ndr ed yar ds, and m y h ands descend in a pract iced pat t er n
t ow ard t hat one point in space. I t is t hat point wher e t h e hun dr ed pair s of ey es
release t heir br eat h in t o t heir var iou s in st ru m ent s, w her e t h e m usic is creat ed, and w her e t h e show begin s.
This exper ience is one t h at I get t o relive ev er y Friday night w hile condu ct ing t he
Ply m ou t h High School m ar ch ing ban d in it s w eekly half- t im e per for m ance for t he
foot ball f ans. While I hav e per for m ed as one of t he pair s of ey es, as conduct or and
Senior Dr um m aj or I feel a gr eat er par t of t he show t han I ev er did before. I feel
ever y not e and ev ery phrase of m usic fr om ev ery inst r um ent , and I pull ev en m or e
m usic fr om t hose in st r um en t s. Th eir int ensit y is spar ked f rom m y int ensit y, and
m in e bu ilds on t heir s. Th e in t en sit y is not only f rom t he m u sic; it com es from t he
eyes. I t ’s m y eyes scanning t h e field, scout ing for pr oblem s, and br oker ing
confidence t hat com m and an in t ensit y in r esponse. Th is is t he gr eat est feelin g in t he w orld.
As m y m ot ions becom e lar ger and lar ger and m y left h and pu shes u pw ard, I dem an d
volum e f rom t he band w h ile it crescendos t ow ard it s f inal n ot es. Buildin g v olu m e
and dr ive, t h is m usic sends a t ingling sensat ion f rom m y finger t ips t h rou gh m y
w rist s and pulsing t hr ough m y body. My shoulder s ache but keep dr iv ing t h e beat ,
and m y em ot ions ar e key ed up. As t he brass builds an d t he band snaps t o at t ent ion
in t he last pict ur e of t h e show, t he per cussion line pushes t he m usic w it h a dr iv ing
hit . Mu sicians and conduct or alike clim ax w it h t he m usic u nt il r eaching t hat sam e
inst ant in t im e. Wit h a r igor ous closing of m y fist s, t h e m usic st ops, but t he ey es
hold t heir focus, in st r um ent s poised, unt il a sm ile st r et ch es across m y face and m y
feat ur es r elax, t in glin g w it h pent u p em ot ion . Applause.
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An essay t h at asks for discussion of an im port ant ext racur r icular act iv it y m ay be j u st
t h e place f or an applicant t o discu ss in gr eat er det ail w hy par t icipat in g in st udent
gov er nm ent m akes his or her w or ld go’ rou nd. But as in t his case, t he essay m ay
also of fer an oppor t unit y f or an applicant t o fu rt her describe a uniqu e or
un conv ent ional in t er est . “ One Hun dr ed Pair s of Ey es” det ails t he au t h or ’s
exper iences as con duct or of her high school foot ball band – a posit ion t hat on paper
m ay not carr y m uch w eigh t , despit e it s m any r espon sibilit ies. Th rou gh h er
descr ipt ion of leadin g one h un dred m u sicians in t he com plex it ies of a h alf- t im e show,
t he r eader gains un ique insight int o being at t he helm of a m ar chin g band – a
posit ion f rom w hich f ew people have observ ed t he per spect ive.
The aut hor begins h er essays w it h r ich descr ipt ion –sh e is t he poin t of focus for on e
hundr ed set s of ey es. By personify in g t he eyes, t h e aut hor paint s a m ar v elous
pict ur e of t he scene. The r eader can alm ost sense t he posit ion f rom w hich she m ust
be st andin g and t he enor m it y of t h e gr oup at her feet . Bu t he or sh e is l eft t o w on der
w hat sort of aw kw ar d sit uat ion m ay be causing t his un ique scenar io. Just as t he
aut h or cr eat es an int ense sensat ion of t ension in t he essay, t h e r eader t oo h olds his
or her br eat h in advance of t he ann ouncem ent t hat Gly nn is t he leader of a m ar chin g
ban d. As she cont inues, t he aut hor cont r ast s h er ex per iences as condu ct or w it h
t hose of being a per for m er, sheddin g light on t he ex hilarat ion of h oldin g t he gaze of
t he hun dr ed m usician s w ho look t o her for r hy t hm and t em po. And w it h descr ipt iv e
language in t he t h ir d paragraph, t h e aut hor encourages t he r eader t o pu sh onw ard,
t ow ard t he finale of bot h t he m usic and t he essay. Th e passage ends wit h an
im pr essive sense of r elief bot h f or t he band m em ber s and t he r eader. “The Lost Ga m e ” “ The Lost Gam e” - - by St ephanie A. St uar t
When I w as lit t le m y f at her used t o play a gam e w it h m e dr iv in g h om e. I t s m ain
su bst ance was som et hing like t his: he w ould say, oh no, I seem t o be lost ; how sh all
w e get hom e? And t hen he w ould ask , wh ich w ay? Gleefu lly, I wou ld cran e m y n eck
abov e t he seat ; accor din g t o t h e gam e, his befuddlem ent w as hopeless, an d I alone
as nav igat or could br ing us hom e. No doubt I seem ed cont rar y as I dir ect ed him
fur t her and fur t her dow n back st r eet s, but m y secr et in cent iv e w as explor at ion. As
a sm all child t her e is v er y lit t le one can cont r ol in one’s w or ld; t o h ave cont r ol ov er
an ent ire gr ow n- up – not t o m ent ion a w hole car – w as t r em endously appealing. The
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real allur e, t h ough, w as in going t he “ w r on g” w ay – as soon as w e t ur ned left w her e
w e usually t ur ned r igh t , t he w or ld was so bran d new it m igh t have on ly appear ed t he
m om ent w e r oun ded t h e corn er. My hear t w ould beat below m y t h roat as I gav e t he
dir ect ion t o t ur n, st r et chin g m y neck fr om m y place in t he backseat , eager and
afraid: suppose I did really get us lost ? Th e secr et desire t o discov er alway s won out
ov er t he fear, but I can st ill r ecall t he f lut t er of m y h eart on t he in side of m y r ibs as
I nav igat ed t h e r ou ndabout connect ions w hich was as m y st eriou s as t he Nort hw est
Passage, lone lin k bet w een t he cu l- de- sacs.
Ex plorat ion w as a quest I t ook t o hear t ; alon e, I would set out on ex pedit ions in t o
our back yar d, or dow n t h e st r eet , creat ing a m ent al m ap concent r ic t o our door st ep.
Discov ery bloom ed m agical for m e; m ar ked on t h e m ap w er e t he locat ions of
aban don ed t ree houses, bell= blu e f low ers and plant s w it h flat pow dery leaves t he size of silver dollar s.
The ot h er nigh t it fell t o m y br ot h er and m e t o r et u rn a m ovie. Aft er w e lef t it on t he
count er, t hough, our sense of advent ur e got t h e bet t er of us. Oh dear, I said, I
seem ed t o be lost . Where shall I go? Eager t o discov er t he t ow n w hich sm older ed at
one o’clock under t h e oran ge an d v iolet of sodium st r eet lam ps, he chose t he r oad
less t rav eled, at least by our w heels.
We w ound in t o t h e pin e for est in t he dead of nigh t ; m oonligh t feel eerie across our
laps, st iat ed by t r ee t r unk s. I crest ed a h ill slow ly : Mont er ey spr ead in a light ed gr id
below us, dow n t o t he dark ening sea.
Abov e, t he Milky Way sprang apar t an d arched lik e a dan ce. I an gled m y ear for a
m om ent t o Gat sby ’s t unin g for k , t hat pur e, en t icing t one t h at echoes f rom t he
sph er es. Thin k , rem em ber, I w ished u pon h im , w h at it is t o ex plor e, and t he
explor er ’s incent iv e: discov ery.
“ Wh ich w ay?” I asked him , and he gr inned slowly, m oonlight glint ing far - of f m ischief
in h is ey es. The st r eet s spr ead or t hogon al befor e us; t h e pu re r ealm of possibilit y opened fr om t hem .
“ St raight ahead,” he said, and I sm iled. ANALYSI S
St eph anie’s essay falls int o t he life ex per iences cat egor y. How ever, rat her t han
focusing on a signle life- changing ex per ience, St ephanie sh ow s h er appr oach
t ow ar d per sonal discover y by r elat ing t he sot r y of r idin g in a car and chan gin g t h e
st andar d dir ect ions as a m eans of st um bling upon un explored w or lds. Th e essay is
w ell cont r olled – at no poin t does she st ray t ow war d ov erst at in g t he significance of
t h ese in div idu al ev ent s, bu t deft ly uses t hem as a t ool t o illu st rat e her
adv ent ur e- seekin g at t it u de t ow ar d life an d h er u nw illingness t o be sat isf ied wit h t he
rout ine. St ephanie f urt her h igh ligh t ed t he im por t ance of discover y w hen she
su bm it t ed t h e essay t o t h e adm issions off ice on U. S. Geological Su rv ey m aps – a t hough t ful t ouch.
The essay’s gr eat est asset is t he sense of per sonal dev elopm ent St ephan ie convey s.
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What begin s as a cut e st or y of her childhood is u sed w onder fully t o h ighligh t h er
per sonal dev elopm ent as she w rit es of a t enet in h er life: “ Thin k , r em em ber … w hat
it is t o explor e, and t he ex plor er ’s in cen t iv e: discover y.” St ephan ie avoids list in g h er
accom plishm en t s in a r esu m e put int o sent ence f orm , but st ill capt u res im por t an t
aspect s of h er iden t it y, n am ely her in qu isit iven ess. Th e essay is w ell- paced an d
calm , w it h a solid dev elopm ent fr om beginnin g t o end. St ephanie descr ibes sensor y
aspect s of her st ory ( “ flat , pow der y leaves t he size of silv er dollar s” ) w it h great w or d
ch oice w it hou t ov erdoing it . I t is clear t hat ever y w ord in t he essay w as carefu lly
ch osen t o accurat ely an d succint ly descr ibe her subj ect . Not only does h er essay
su ccessf ully paint a pict ur e of her as an curious lit t le child, it show s t hat t he sam e
inqu isit iven ess she exh ibit ed t hen she st ill possesses, n ow coupled w it h m or e
respon sibilit y, as she dr iv es h er br ot her and encourages h is in qu isit iv eness.
The biggest r isk in t his essay is t hat it does n ot adequat ely show case h er
accom plishm ent s, norm ally a st andar d par t of a college essay. Wh ile it w or ked f or
her, t his has m u ch t o do w it h t he ext raor din ary lev el of care she t ook in craft in g t he
essay; her diligence show s, and t h e essay is an in sigh t fu l, w ell- w r it t en , an d w ell- paced piece of work .
“W a r m H e ar t s a n d a Cold Gu n”
“ War m Hear t s and a Cold Gun” - - by Jam es A. Colber t
I f a six- foot - t all m an slinging a sem i- au t om at ic r if le had appr oached m e in
Greenf ield, I pr obably w ould hav e scr eam ed for h elp. How ev er, being in a f or eign
land, u nable ev en t o speak t h e nat iv e t ongue, m y opt ions of r ecour se w er e
signif ican t ly lim it ed. The loom ing creat u re, dr essed m ost ly in black , w it h shor t , dar k
hair, pr oceeded t o grasp m y r ight h and. As a sm ile fur t iv ely crept acr oss his face, he
m out hed, “ Tim e t o get on t he bus.”
“ Wh at ?” I ner vously spur t ed at t he cold w eapon befor e m e.
“ I ’m sor ry. I didn ’t in t r odu ce m y self,” he said. “ I ’m Ofir, you r counselor.”
Com plet ely un nerv ed, I hur r ied ont o t he bus t o be sur e t he gu n rem ained at h is side.
“ Did y ou k now one of our leader s is a gu y w it h a gu n?” I asked a gir l f rom
Ph iladelphia, sit t ing beside m e.
“ Wh at did you ex pect ? This is I srael, n ot New England.”
At t he end of m y j unior y ear I decided t o go t o I srael t o escape f rom t he st im ulat ing
bu t confin ing at m osph ere of Deer field Academ y. I year ned for a n ew envir onm ent
w her e I could m eet st udent s un like t he on es I k new, w here I could ex plor e a for eign
cu lt ur e, and wh ere I cou ld learn m or e about m y r eligion. The br ochur e fr om t he
Nesiya I nst it u t e had m ent ioned a “ creat iv e j ou rney ” feat ur ing hikes in t he deser t ,
w ork shops w it h pr om in ent I sraeli ar t ist s, dialogues bet w een Arabs and Jew s, and
discussion s on I sraeli cult ur e and Judaism , but nowh ere had it m ent ioned
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counselors w it h r ifles. I suddenly wondered if I had m ade t h e r ight decision.
Weeks lat er, sit t ing out side t he Bay it Va’gan You t h host el as t h e sun began t o sink in
t h e I sraeli sky, I sm iled w it h r eassuran ce. As I look ed u p f rom w r it ing in m y j our nal,
a group of m ist y clouds conver ged t o for m an opaqu e m ass. But t he in exorable sun
dem onst rat ed her t enacit y. One by one, golden arr ow s pier ced t he celest ial canopy
t o illum inat e t he lu sh , gr een valley bet w een Yad Vashem an d t he h ills of w est ern
Jeru salem . I could f eel h olin ess in t hose r ays of golden ligh t t hat radiat ed fr om t he
su n lik e spokes of a heavenly w heel.
That m om ent w as on e of t he m ost spir it ual of m y life. The n at u ral gran deu r of t he
sight seem ed t o br ing t oget her t he m ost m eanin gfu l exper iences of m y fiv e w eeks
in I srael: w at ching t he sunr ise ov er t he Red Sea, wading chest - deep t h rou gh a
st r eam in t he Golan Heigh t s, look ing u p at t he m y r iad st ars in t he desert sk y,
explor ing a cave in Negev, and clim bin g t he lim est one pr ecipice of Masada. These
nat u ral t em ples f ar surpassed any lim est one sanct uar y bu ilt by m an .
Shift ing m y gaze dow nwar ds, I not iced Ofir st andin g beside m e w it h his ey es fixed
on t he sacred valley. At age t w ent y- fiv e, his head w as alr eady baldin g, but t he
expr ession on his face, w it h his ey es st ret ched w ide and his j aws par t ed, r em inded
m e of a child st art ing w it h delight at a f ish in an aquar ium . For ov er a m inut e n eit her
of us spok e. That poignan t silen ce said m ore t h an a t housand w or ds could ever expr ess.
Bein g an em pir ical per son , I n eed confirm at ion, t o pr ove t o m y self t h at I under st ood.
Fin ally, I said t o Ofir, “ This is h olin ess.” His w eapon bounced as h e sw iveled t o look
m e in t he ey e. As h e nodded in affir m at ion, a beam of light t ranscended h is pupils t o
pr oduce a t ellin g spar k of corr oborat ion .
Em erson said in “ Nat ur e,” “ Th e su n illum inat es only t he ey e of m an, but sh ines int o
t he ey e and hear t of t h e child.” I car r ied an L. L. Bean backpack, an d Ofir carr ied an
Uzi, but t hat aft ern oon as t he su n w ar m ed ou r h eart s, w e w er e bot h childr en. ANALYSI S
The t opic of t his essay w or k s w ell becau se it convey s t he aut hor ’s per son al gr ow t h
fr om an ex perience unique t o m ost Am erican st udent s. His declar at ion of his
decision t o leav e t he at m osph ere of his boar din g school t o t rav el abr oad est ablishes
him as a stu dent w illing t o br oaden his hor izons and v ent ur e t o t he unk now n. Th e
init ial com par ison of I srael t o h is hom et ow n is t hought fu lly phrased an d ex pr esses his honest feelings.
The au t hor is ex t r em ely concise in t h is essay, descr ibing ever yt hin g t hat is
necessar y and leaving ou t u nnecessary det ails. His per son al v oice is evident . Rat her
t han giv e plain descr ipt ions of t he places h e v isit ed, t he au t hor recalls his personal
react ion t o seeing such places, t her efor e allow ing t h e r eader t o get t o k now t he
w rit er ’s ow n per spect iv e.
The dialogue in t his essay is also succin ct , bu t com plet e. The au t hor int egrat es ot her
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voices in h is essay because t hose v oices ar e par t of his exper ience abr oad. Fin ally,
t he closing qu ot e fr om Em er son’s “ Nat ur e” is w ell used and t ies t oget her w it h t he
poignan t im ager y of t h e cont rast ing L. L. Bean backpack and Uzi, leaving t he r eader
w it h a v ision of w hat t h e w r it er ex per ienced.
“I n t h e W a it in g Room ”
“ I n t he Wait ing Room ” By Carlin E. Wing
You w ill n ot t h ink , m y m ind fir m ly in for m ed m e; you ar e m u ch t oo busy bein g
ner vous t o t hink . I sat in t h e m ot her of all w ait ing r oom s. My pen t r av eled fr ant ically
acr oss t he pages of m y black book , r ecor din g ev ery det ail of t he r oom in fragm ent s
t hat passed for poet r y. I t r ied t o w r it e som et h ing deeply insigh t fu l abou t t he
pr ocedur e I w as abou t t o undergo but failed t o pr odu ce even an opening sent ence.
These w er e t he final m in ut es befor e m y h and w ould be separat ed f rom m y pen for
t en w eeks. Ev en if I could not t h ink , I n eeded t o w rit e. My ey es becam e m y pen and I w r ot e: Wait ing Room
The nam e dict at es t he at m ospher e
The w alls, paper ed in pr int ed beige,
Ar e dot t ed w it h past el pict ur e.
Tw o squ are colum ns int err upt t he r oom ,
At t ended by br ow n plast ic t r ash bin s.
An u ndecided carpet of gr een, black , gray, red, blu e
Mirr or s t he undecided feelings of t he occupant s.
And n one of t hese m ask t h e inevit able t en sion of t he space.
I paused and lift ed m y head t o st ar e at The Door t hat led t o m y fat e.
My fat e w as t o have w r ist sur ger y. Th ree y ears befor e, I had been t old t hat t he
fract ur e in m y w r ist w ould h eal. Earlier t his year, I w as again sit t ing in fr on t of X- r ays
and MRI result s list ening t o t h e doct or say t h at t h e old fract ur e had been an
indicat ion t hat t he ligam ent s and t endons w er e t or n. I could have declin ed t o have
su rger y and n ever played com pet it iv e squash again . I t was n ever an opt ion.
I am a j ock. My com pet it iv e per sonalit y finds a safe place t o r elease it self on a
playing field. My st r ongest m ot ivat ion is t he pr ospect of doing w hat n o one ex pect s
I can do. How ev er, t h e har dest com pet it ion I face is t hat of m y ow n ex pect at ions.
Squash allow s m e t o put t he per fectionist in m e t o good use. The beaut y of squash,
and spor t s in gen eral, is t hat I nev er r each an ant i- clim ax becau se t her e is alw ay s a
higher lev el t o r each for. Squ ash requir es a h ealt hy w rist . Sur ger y w ou ld m ak e m y
w rist healt hy. My im m ediat e r eact ion t o t h e doct or ’s w or ds w as “ Yes, I w ant sur gery.
How soon can it be done? How long unt il I can play squash again? Can I w at ch ?”
No on e u nder st ood t hat last par t . My par ent s j ok ingly t old t heir fr iends about m y
desire t o ob ser ve t he sur ger y, and t he doct or w as adam an t ly opposed t o t he idea.
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Bu t I h ad n ot been j ok ing. I t was m y w rist t hey w ere going t o be w or kin g on. I
t hough t t h at ent it led m e t o w at ch . Any how, I had n ever seen an operat ion and w as
fascinat ed by t h e idea of som eone being able t o sew a t endon back t oget her. I h ad
t h is im age of a doct or pu llin g ou t t he n eedle an d t hr ead and set t in g t o w or k ,
w hist ling. Per haps subconsciously I w ant ed t o super v ise t he operat ion, t o m ake
su re t hat all t h e lit t le pieces w er e sewn back int o t h e r ight places ( adm it t edly n ot a
ver y rat ional t hou ght since I w ouldn’t k now by sight if t h ey w er e sewing t hem
t oget h er or t earin g t hem apar t ) . I u nder st ood t he doct or ’s f ear t h at I w ou ld panic
and m ess up t he operat ion . St ill, I w ant ed t o wat ch. I felt it w ould giv e m e a degr ee
of con t r ol ov er t h is inj u r y t h at h ad com e t o d om in at e m y lif e w it h out per m ission.
Unfor t unat ely, t h e fin al decision w as not m ine t o m ak e and t he su rger y w as t o go
unr ecor ded by m y eyes, lost in t he m em or ies of doct or s w ho per for m t hese operat ions daily.
The Door opened and I look ed u p, t inglin g w it h hope and appr ehension. I n r esponse
t o t he nu r se’s call a fragile elder ly lady in a cashm ere sweat er and flow ered scar f
was w heeled t ow ards The Door by her son. As she passed m e I ov erh eard her say,
“ Let ’s r ock and r oll.” Th e w or ds echoed in m y ear s and penet rat ed m y hear t . As I
wat ch ed her disappear bey ond The Door, I silent ly t han ked her for t h e sudden dose
of courage she had u nk now ingly inj ect ed in m e. I f she could do it , I could do it . I was
next and befor e t oo long I was ly ing on a gur ney in a room filled w it h doct ors. I t old
t he an est h esiologist t h at I did not want t o be put t o sleep, even t hough a curt ain hid
t he act ual operat ion fr om m y sight . I said “ Hi” t o Dr. Melon e an , as t he operat ion
began, sang cont ent edly along w it h t h e Blues Brot her s. ANALYSI S
Chr onicling an int im at e m om ent or ot h er per sonal ex per ience r equir es par t icular
at t ent ion and car e in t he essay- w rit ing pr ocess. An au t hor m u st be conscious t hat
he or she creat es an appr opr iat e sense of balance t hat at once capt ur es t h e r eader
w hile allow ing f or a sense of gen uine per sonal r eflect ion t o show t hr ough. To be sur e,
t he r isk of t ur ning t he reader off w it h over ly per sonal det ails or un necessarily deep
conclusions is a const ant t h reat . How ever, “ I n t he Wait in g Room ” r eflect s a
su ccessf ul at t em pt at conv incing t he r eader t h at t he au t hor ’s w r ist sur ger y m erit s
his or her at t ent ion. Alt hough un focused, t his w ork dem on st rat es t hat an essay
about an ot h erw ise insign ificant t opic can in f act be insight f ul an d ev en t ouching.
By est ablishing a st ron g sense of t ension at t he beginnin g of t he essay, “ I n t he
Wait ing Room ” succeeds w her e ot h er per sonal r eflect ion w ork s of t en falt er. Th e
aut h or does n ot begin w it h a t opic sent ence or ot her device t hat st at es t he essay’s
point r ight aw ay. To do so in t his sort of essay w ould be t o m ak e t he piece t oo m uch
lik e a “ w hat - I - did- last- su m m er ” n arr at iv e. I nst ead, t h e reader is k ept in suspense
unt il t he second paragraph of t h e piece of t h at w hich is causing t he au t h or ’s angst .
Only t hen does t he au t hor spell out t hat it is h is im pendin g wr ist sur ger y – an d n ot
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a shot or t est r esu lt s – w hich has caused such gr eat an xiet y. As t h e essay cont inues,
t he au t hor uses t h e occasion of wait in g for t he sur ger y t o r eflect on m any of his
com plem en t ar y at t r ibut es: w rit er, at h let e, cow ard an d st oic. Overall, t he w r it in g is clear and un pr et ent iou s.
Yet in illust rat ing h is m u lt iple r oles, t he au t hor t ends t o lose f ocu s of t he essay’s
overall point . Wher e it seem s like t he aut h or port rays h im self as an av id wr it er f rom
t he flow of t he f irst paragraph, t he r eader is sur pr ised t o learn t hat t he aut hor is
act ually a self- descr ibed “ j ock” w ho play s squ ash. Bef ore r et u rn ing t o t h e t opic of
t he operat ion, t he aut hor t ak es anot her m om ent t o r eflect on h is m ot iv at ion f or
par t icipat in g in spor t s. The essay loses significant st eam and r egains it only w it h t he
announ cem ent t hat t he aut hor hopes t o obser v e h is ow n sur ger y. Wh ile in t er est in g
independent ly, t h ese com plicat ion s dist ract fr om t he ov erall point . An essayist m ust
be aw ar e of t h e n eed t o ensur e t hat t he flow of w r it ing m aint ain s a defin it e sense of
dir ect ion – and doesn’t m eander t oo far fr om t h at pat h .
“M y Re spon sibilit y” “ My Responsibilit y ” - - by Dav id J. Brigh t
When she h ung up t h e phone, she im m ediat ely bur st int o t ear s and grabbed ou t in
all dir ect ions for som et hing t o hold ont o as she san k t o t he floor. I st ood t her e
m ot ion less, not k n ow ing w hat t o do, n ot k now ing w hat t o say, not even k n ow ing
w hat had happened. I t w asn’t u nt il I an sw er ed t h e door m om ent s lat er and saw t he
police off icer s st andin g in t he alcove t hat I f inally discov ered w hat had t ak en place.
My f ift een- y ear- old br ot her had been ar rest ed. I t w as on ly t en day s befor e
Chr ist m as, a y ear ago t oday wh en it happened, bu t st ill I r em em ber it lik e yest er day.
Rober t had alw ay s been a ram bunct ious as a child – w ild and liv ely, as m y m om
alw ay s said. He w as const an t ly j ok ing arou nd, play in g pran k s, and causing m ay hem ,
bu t his engagin g per sonalit y and sm all st at ur e alw ays seem ed t o sav e him fr om t he
fir ing line. This gave him t he not ion t hat h e could cause any am oun t of t r ouble
w it hou t feeling t he r epercussions. As a y oun gst er gr ow ing up in I reland, h e h ad
found few oppor t unit ies t o get in t o a gr eat deal of t r ouble. But four year s ago at t he
age of t w elv e, t he r ules chan ged for him w hen h e, m y m ot her and I m oved t o Am er ica.
The sam e shor t st at ur e t h at had been his ally in I reland w as n ow Rober t ’s enem y in
Am erica. He w as bu llied an d beat en on a daily basis. Since I couldn’t be t her e all t he
t im e, Rober t sou ght t he pr ot ect ion f rom ot h ers. By t h e end of h is fir st y ear in
Am erica, he had already j oined a gang.
His appearance det eriorat ed, per sonalit y disappear ed, and aggr essiveness
increased, leav ing him an an gr y, h ollow ed out , m an ic depr essive. Aft er a y ear or so,
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his f righ t eningly self- dest r uct iv e behav ior and t er rif ying appearance f orced m y
m om t o send him t o a su icide t r eat m ent cent er. Ther e he r eceiv ed r ound t he clock
at t ent ion, cou nselin g, and m edicat ion for his depr ession an d aggr essiveness. He
was r eleased aft er a couple of m on t hs.
Only a few shor t w eeks lat er, supposedly aft er m ix ing h is m edicat ion w it h alcohol,
he w ent out w it h his f riends t o go t o t he st or e. Th ere t hey r obbed, sh ot an d k illed a
st or e clerk Rober t , as an accom plice t o t he crim e, w as char ged wit h ar m ed r obbery and second degr ee m ur der.
Look ing back now, I r ealize not w hat Robert had done w rong, but w hat I h ad don e
w rong. I had t ak en no in t er est in h is w elf are, and I n ever int er vened w hen he
needed m e t o. I j ust sat back and let it all com e crashing dow n ar oun d m e. I t ’s in
t his respect t hat I guess I ’ve changed t h e m ost . I ’m n ow a m uch m or e involv ed
per son. I n o longer allow t hings t o j u st happen’ I m ust be a par t of every t h ing t hat
affect s m e. I ’m also a m or e caring an d bet t er per son. To m ak e up fr o w hat I did – or
rat h er, didn’t do – I look out for t h ose ar oun d m e, m y fam ily and m y fr iends. I act
lik e a big br ot her t o t hem t o com pensat e for not bein g any k ind of br ot her at all t o Rober t .
The ex per ience hasn’t only m ade m e bet t er. I n a st range way, it w as also t he best
t hin g t hat could have happened t o Rober t . He’s t ur ned h is life ar ound and is
pr esen t ly pr epar ing t o t ak e t he SATs in ant icipat ion t o go on t o college, som et h ing
t he old Robert w ould nev er have done.
I guess it ’s sort of w eir d, isn’t it . Such a dr eadf ul ex per ience can chan ge an ent ir e
fam ily ’s life, and h ow such a t ragic sit u at ion could give bir t h t o such gr eat t hings. ANALYSI S
Br ight ’s in t ensely per son al essay show s u s t h e posit iv e ou t com e of w hat seem s lik e
an ov er wh elm in gly negat iv e ex per ience, t h at is, t he ar rest of h is br ot h er. Thr ough
his t alk at iv e, in t im at e w rit ing st y le, Bright is able t o r each his r eader s becau se h e
does n ot t ake a sent im ent al or m oralist ic t on e. Th e st r engt h of t his essay lies in it s
hon est y and it s abilit y not on ly t o crit icize his br ot her, Rober t , f or h is t ransgr ession ,
bu t t o r epr im and t h e au t h or for his, as w ell. Wh at m ak es t his essay so unique is t hat
Br ight finds him self at fau lt and dem onst rat es his per sonal gr ow t h fr om his m ist akes,
unlik e m ost college essay s t hat ar e h igh ly self- adu lat ing in nat ur e. Thr ou gh
accurat ely assessing w her e he w ent w ron g by n ot act ing like a t r ue brot h er t o
Rober t , Brigh t ’s piece is m or e im pr essiv e t han m ost college essays.
Anot her gr eat st r engt h of Brigh t ’s essay is t he m at u rit y he displays by being able t o
t ake t he blam e f or h is br ot h er ’s dem ise. This is a charact erist ic of a t r ue big br ot her,
one w ho k now s how m u ch his siblin gs adm ir e an d r espect him , as w ell as value his
j u dgm ent . I nst ead of har shly repr oachin g Rober t for his crim e, Brigh t t ur ns t o
him self an d h ow h e “ had t ak en n o int er est in his [ Robert ’s] w elfar e.” Fur t h erm ore,
Br igh t illu st rat es h ow h e w as m at ur e enou gh t o lear n f rom h is er r or s an d im pr ov e
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him self: “ I act like a big br ot her … t o com pensat e for n ot being any k ind of br ot h er
at all t o Robert .” Br ight is able t o see t hat t her e ar e posit ive aspect s of t his bad
exper ience an d t hen applies t hem t o h is life; he show s t o us t hat he is w illing t o
ch ange him self and m ake up for w hat he did not do for Rober t by becom ing “ a m u ch
m or e inv olv ed per son.” I n h is essay, m any aspect s of Bright shine t hr ough: his
m at ur it y and st r engt h, as w ell as his capacit y t o see a br ight silver lin ing on w hat
look s like a black t hunder cloud. Qualit ies such as t hese ar e ult im at ely t h e m ost
im por t ant in t er m s of m easur in g w h o on e is.
The only t hin g t hat Bright m igh t hav e added t o his essay is m or e of w hat h appened
t o Rober t . We lear n t h at Rober t was ar r est ed, and is n ow st udy ing for his SATs and
pr epar ing t o go t o college, but we ar e n ot t old w hat happened t o him bet w een h is
arr est and his self- im pr ov em ent . How did Robert decide t o t ur n his life ar oun d?
What challenges did he face? The second t o last paragraph m igh t need a lit t le m or e
det ail as t o how Rober t w ent t h rough t he pr ocess of becom ing w ho he is t oday. Yet ,
aside f rom t his one m inor com m ent , t he essay st ands on it s ow n – it j um ps ou t at
t he r eader f or it s u niqueness, for it s qu iet , y et pow er ful, per son al r evelat ion s. “The Line ” “ The Line” - - by Daniel B. Visel
“ Ther e is no chan ce,” w r ot e Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “ no dest iny, no fat e, t hat can
cir cum v ent or hin der or cont rol t h e fir m r esolve of a det er m ined soul.” Th ese w or ds
are fr om her poem “ Will,” a favor it e of m y Aunt May. Though Mr s. Wilcox’s w ords on
ch ance and dest iny n ever r eally caugh t m y ear w h en Aun t May r ead it t o m e so
m any t im es, t hose w or ds r esonat ed in m y head Decem ber 9, 19 94, a day t hat I w ill
never f orget . On t hat day, I st ood befor e Judge St anley Piv ner t o t est ify against m y
best fr iend, Wyat t . Th e w or kin gs of f at e ar e st range in deed: Wy at t and I had been
fr iends since k inder gar t en , w hen we went t o Suzuk i violin lessons t oget her. We had
been t he best of all possible fr iends in grade school, helped each ot her t hr ough t h e
t r oubled j unior high year s, and have r em ained close t hr ough h igh school. Ou r pat h s,
t hough , had led us in differ ent dir ect ions: I spent all m y t im e st udy ing for classes,
w hile he inv est ed t im e an d m oney in soapin g up his 19 86 Dodge Ram . College didn ’t
seem t he n ecessit y t o h im t hat it did for m e: Wyat t liv ed f or t he m om ent . Th e fu t ur e,
for him , w ould be dealt w it h w hen he cam e t o it .
Wyatt ’s crowd was a wild bunch. I was wary of t h em – t h ey did danger ous t hings.
Som ehow, I didn ’t associat e Wyat t w it h any of t his, t hought : he w as Wyat t , m y
fr iend, a kn ow n qu ant it y. I gu ess I had been t oo busy st udy ing t o n ot ice how m uch
he had changed. I t didn’t h it m e u nt il a Thur sday nigh t m y senior y ear = = t h e n ight
t h at Wy at t pu lled u p in his t r uck an d asked if I w as doin g any t hin g. I h ad finished m y
m at h h om ew ork for t he w eek, and had a good st ar t on a draft of t he t er m paper I
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was w r it in g on Dut ch paint ers, so I said t hat I wasn’t . I got in t he t r uck w it h Wyat t ,
and w e h it t h e r oad, h eadin g t o Bar ber t on.
“ Why ar e w e going t o Bar ber t on?” I asked Wyat t .
“ I got a plan,” he r eplied, sou nding dar k . I not iced t h at t her e was a fu nny odor in t he
car – it sm elled lik e beer. Had Wy at t been dr ink ing? I w onder ed. I didn’t say
any t h ing, t hou gh; I didn’t w ant t o lose face in f ron t of som eon e I r espect ed. Ther e
was a pain ed silence in t he car as w e sped t ow ar ds Bar ber t on. As I k ept a fir m ey e
on t he r oad, m ak ing sur e t h at Wy at t w asn’t swer vin g or dr iv ing t oo fast , I
recollect ed t hat Friday w as t he day of t h e Barber t on f oot ball gam e.
We pu lled up in t h e lot of t he Barbert on high school. I rem ained silent . To t his day,
I w onder w hy I didn’t say som et hin g, w hy I couldn ’t fin d w or ds t o st op him . We got
out of t he t ru ck; Wyat t got a pair of lockcut t ers ou t fr om u nder h is seat , and I
follow ed him ar ou nd t he back of t he high sch ool. You could punct ur e t he silence w it h a st ilet t o.
I r ealized, t oo lat e, w hat was happening. Bar bert on w as our high school rival; ev ery
year, people fr om ou r school t alked abou t k idn apping t he Bar bert on m ascot , a m ale
baboon nam ed Heracles t hat t hey k ept in a shed behin d t he school. Nobody act u ally
did any t hin g abou t it , t hough . Wyat t , t hou gh, seem ed in t ent on changing t h at . I
follow ed dum bly, m y h eart heav y w it h angst .
“ Wyat t , t h is is lun acy,” I t old him . He said not hin g, on ly sm iled m enacingly. I could
sm ell t h e alcohol on h is br eat h. I didn’t k now w hat t o do; I f ollow ed h is dir ect ion s
w hen h e t old m e t o st and gu ard. Qu ickly and sk illf ully h e cut t he lock holdin g t he
door sh ut , t hen open ed t he door. I t w as pit ch- black in side t h e shed; Heracles w as
evident ly asleep. He called out t h e beast ’s nam e; som et hing st ir r ed inside, t her e
was a yaw n, and Heracles cam e sham blin g out . I h ad n ever seen t he m onkey befor e;
I w as sur pr ised at how fr iendly and well- m anner ed he w as. He scr ut in ized us,
look ing for som e kind of a handout I guess – how w as he t o k now w hat Wyat t had in
m ind? Wy at t w as im pr essed w it h Heracles’s fr ien dliness: h e t old m e t hat t h is was
going t o be easier t han w e had t hought . The m onkey good- n at ur edly follow ed us
back t o t he par kin g lot . Wit h a lit t le w or k, w e succeeded in get t ing him int o t he back
of t he pick up t r uck. Wyat t t h rew a t arp ov er h im , w e got in t he cab, an d w e st ar t ed
off, m y br ain f ull of an xiet y.
Her acles, t hough, didn ’t seem t o lik e t he back of t he t r uck t h at m uch. Som ehow, he
m anaged t o get out fr om under t he t ar p; w it h a boun d, he had j um ped fr om t he
t r uck t o t he par k ing lot . Som et hing t ripped in Wyat t r ight t hen; t o t his day, I ’m n ot
su re w hat it was. I suspect it was t h e alcohol.
You h ave t o draw t he lin e som ew here. On t hat day, w hat st ar t ed off as a sim ple hig h
school pran k w ent h orr ibly w r ong. I t ’s im por t ant t o su ppor t y our fr iends, but t her e
are som e t hings t hat are sim ply not allow ed – and r unning ov er a m onkey w it h a
pickup t r uck is one of t hem . Wyat t w as out of cont r ol t h at n igh t . Rage t ook h old of
him : he was no longer m y fr iend, he had sunk low er t han t h e ape crushed beneat h
t h e w heels of h is t r uck. And so, on a ch illy day in Decem ber, I f ound m y self on t h e
w it ness st and, forced t o bear w it ness against m y best fr iend. Ella Wh eeler Wilcox’s
w or ds cour sed t hr ough m y blood t h at day : fat e h ad t ak en t he pat hs of ou r liv es
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apar t , but I w as det er m ined t o do w hat w as r ight . To follow t he t r ut h is a dif ficult
pat h: it r equ ir es det er m inat ion , a det erm inat ion t hat I did not h ave t he nigh t w e
dr ov e t o Bar ber t on. I learned som et hin g t hat nigh t . I t ’s a lesson t hat w ill st ay w it h m e m y wh ole life. ANALYSI S
Ev ery applicat ion, j u st as ev ery applicant , is u nique. Ever yon e h as a differ ent st or y
t o t ell. Th is applicant does a good j ob of t elling t he st or y of an exper ience t hat
ch anged h is life; alt h ough h is st or y is a bit longer t h an is usu al for an applicat ion, it
is generally t ight . Th e lan guage is som ew hat flow ery : t he n um ber of super fluou s
adj ect iv es and adv erbs could be cut dow n. Som e det ails m ight be t hough t of as
ext raneous. Nobody needs t o k now t hat t h e n am e of t he m ascot was Heracles, for
exam ple. Howev er, such det ails as t hese pu t a hu m an spin on t he essay ; t he r eader
has an easy t im e const r uct ing a m ent al pict ur e of t he applicant .
While t h is applicat ion h as a st r on g st or y, t he st r uct ur e w hich br in gs it t oget h er is
som ew hat w eak . Th e quot e, wh ile it m ay hav e deep per son al sign ificance t o t h e
aut hor, seem s lik e it could have been a r andom m ot iv at ion al quot e grabbed off t he
int er net . Though t h e au t hor t ries h ard t o in t egr at e it int o t he st or y, h e never r eally
su cceeds; it seem s, finally , ir relevant .
This essay shines in t hat it giv es t he r eader an idea of som e qu alit ies t hat w ould not
be br ough t out in t he r est of t h e applicat ion. Loyalt y, det er m in at ion, and h onor ar e
not vir t u es t h at can be ex hibit ed in a r esum e. The aut hor pr esent s a difficult
sit uat ion: t or n bet w een fr iendship and honesty, h e chooses t he lat t er. A few
qu est ions r em ain un answ ered. Wh ere is “ Wyat t ” now ? Why does t he aut hor ’s
resolut ion of pr inciples t ake so long t o com e abou t ? Nonet heless, Dan r em ain s a
post er boy for honest y, a v ir t ue colleges ar e all t oo h appy t o rally behin d.
“En t e r in g a Sh a de d W or ld ”
“ Ent ering a Shaded Wor ld” - - by Ezra S. Tessler
Ben din g m y h ead t o pass t hr ough t he low door w ay I blink ed deliberat ely, allow in g
m y ey es t o adj ust t o t he dim light of t he cav ernous r oom . Ev ery t h ing was a clouded
dr eam , one t h at you ar e un able t o disen t angle as it spin s t hr ough y our un con scious,
bu t w hich som ehow begin s t o un rav el an d becom e clear er on ly af t er y ou h ave
awak ened. As m y eyes adj ust ed t o t he dar k ness int o w hich I had j u st ent er ed, I
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cau ght sight of t h e seat ed figu re illum inat ed by t he dim light . I w as un able t o t ell if
he w as m iles away in m y w or ld or in ches aw ay in a dist an t w or ld.
I appr oached t he dar k figur e, k now ing t h at his ey es had felt m y pr esence bu t w ere
occupied and could w ait t o m eet m y near ing figu re w it h a fam iliar face. Then, h e
raised his head slow ly fr om t he draw in g in his lap, his soft dar k ey es f ocu sin g on
m ine as h e gave a sligh t nod and a gent le sm ile, ackn owledging m e w it h a f ew
m uf fled wor ds in Spanish. I st udied t he f ace and not iced t he su bt le det ails. He w as
bar ely t h ir t y, bu t his f ace w as creased wit h lines of st r uggle, pr essed in t o a clay
m ask by m any h ard y ears. His dar k count enan ce t ran spor t ed m e t hr ough t im e t o a
place w her e I st ood in fr ont of a n oble Azt ec leader.
I had com e t o this land t o experience a differ ent cult ur e, t o lear n a for eign language,
and t o encoun t er n ew people. I h ad arr iv ed in his st udio lik e a blan k canvas: h e h ad
found it , st ret ch ed it , and pr epar ed it for t he t ransfor m at ion t hat w ould soon t ak e
place. Wit h a gent le h and h e had lift ed his paint br ush fr om h is palet t e, and
passionat ely sw eeping his br ush acr oss t h e canvas, he had creat ed a n ew
com posit ion in m e. He t hen carefu lly han ded m e t he n ew pain t ing, and w it h it , his
palet t e and pain t br ush, st ill holdin g t he paint he had u sed. I lef t cont ainin g t he
sh ades of h is w or ld and h olding t he t ools n eeded t o face m y w or ld.
His ey es shaded by m em or y., h e had t old m e w it h h um ble pr ide t he st or ies of h is
people. He had r ecount ed h is st r uggles h is fight ing in t he rev olu t ion, and his com bat
in t he count r y side of Chiapas. He h ad described t he oppr ession h e and his fam ily
had suffer ed f rom t he gov ernm ent , all w it h t he gent le br eeze of h ope blow ing t hr ough h is w or ds.
He had looked at m e one day as we bot h sat hunched over our sketchbooks, and
w hisper ed in his linger ing Spanish a single t hought : ev en if t h ings did not change,
even if his h ope w as not f ulfilled, he st ill had som et h ing t hat no gover nm ent could
t ake aw ay, som et hin g t hat w as h is ow n and w ou ld w it h er aw ay only af t er h e had
br eat h ed his last br eat h . His soul w as his, and he w ant ed t o sh are it t hr ou gh his art w or k.
My m ind f loat ed back int o t he cav e, w her e it blin ked, ru bbed it s ey es, and soared
abov e t h e scene. The scene had t wo figur es facing each other, inches away in place
and t im e, bu t y ear s aw ay in exper ience, slow ly connect ed inw ar dly as t hey
pr oceeded in being am idst each ot her, j oined by a connect ing t r ut h an d by t h e soft
light w h ich t h rew it s buoy ant f licker over t he t w o m asses, dist or t in g and t w ist ing
t h em int o infin it e an d am or ph ous shapes w aver ing on t he m u t ed w all. ANALYSI S
This is an ex am ple of h ow an essay doesn’t n ecessar ily hav e t o t ell som et h ing abou t
t he aut hor f ort hr ight . Alt hou gh he succum bs occasionally t o t h e u se of clichés,
Tessler is t alent ed at w r it in g, an d he ex hibit s t his t alent un rest rain ed in a piece at
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once m y st erious and engaging. I t doesn ’t t r y t o be an or din ary essay, nor does it t ry
t o sneak in a list of achievem en t s. Tessler const r uct s t h e essay as t hough it w er e a
paint ing, filling it w it h det ailed color and show in g – n ot t elling – ev er yt hin g h e
obser v es an d im agines, u nafraid t o delv e int o t he abst ract .
Subt le aspect s of Tessler ’s w r it ing st yle pr odu ce a sense of enigm at ic fan t asy w hich
em phasizes h is abilit y t o w r it e and y et m ay confuse t he r eader. / t h e fir st paragraph
set s t he st age for t he essay by cast ing a “ clouded dr eam ” of confusion ev en on t he
par t of t h e aut hor, unsur e of w h o is in w h at w or ld, vacillat ing bet w een t he consciou s
and su bconsciou s. An d in t he last paragraph, h e separat es h is m ind fr om him self
and r efer s t o t his m in d in t h e t h ird per son. Thr ou gh such t ech niques, he env elops
t h e r eader in his im aginat ion. The st or y is lik ely t o be dif fer ent fr om m ost college
essays an d w ould h elp inst ill a last ing im pr ession on his cr it ical r eader sh ip.
Unfor t unat ely, som e m ight find t his m y st ery t o be t oo ex t r em e. Cert ain
fun dam en t al ideas, such as w her e Tessler is and w it h w hom h e is int eract in g, ar e
unclear. An d t he poin t of t he essay seem s lost if one does not consider t h e ex hibit ion
of w r it ing st yle and im agin at ion t o be a m aj or aspect of t he piece. Th is m ay be t o
Tessler ’s d isadv ant age if t he adm issions st aff r eading t his essay is left m or e in a
st at e of bew ilder m ent at w hat t he essay w as about t han of adm ir at ion at Tessler ’s w rit ing apt it u de.
For t he m ost par t , h ow ev er, t he r eader is likely t o be left w it h a sen se of sat isfact ion
aft er r eading t his wor k, par t icular ly due t o it s un usual nat ur e. Tak in g t he r isk of
slight ly confu sin g t he r eader, in t h is case, is not inadv isable. I f t he r eader is
confused, t he w r it in g st y le w ill cert ainly m ake up f or t his. And if t he r eader is not
confused, t he essay succeeds in st r engt hen ing Tessler ’s applicat ion. 哈佛 哈
5 0 e ssa y- - 5 。影 。 响 影 “ Dandelion Dr eam s” By Em m eline Chuan g
My big sist er once t old m e t h at if I shut m y eyes an d blew on a dandelioin puf f, all of
m y w ishes w ould com e t r ue. I used t o believe her and w ould w ake up ear ly in t he
m or nin g t o go dandelion hu nt in g. How m y par ent s m ust have laughed t o see m e
scram blin g out in t h e backy ard, pluck ing lit t le gray w eeds, and blow in g ou t t he
seeds un t il m y cheek s h ur t .
I m ade t he m ost out rageous w ishes. I w ished t o own a m onkey, a par r ot , and a
unicor n; I w ished t o gr ow u p an d be j ust like She- Ra, Pr incess of Pow er. And, of
cour se, I w ished for a t housand m or e w ishes so I w ould nev er r un out .
I alw ays believed m y w ishes w ould com e t r ue. When t h ey didn’t , I r an t o m y sist er
and dem anded an ex planat ion. She laughed and said I j ust hadn ’t done it r ight .
“ I t only w or ks if y ou do it a cert ain way,” she t old m e wit h a lit t le sm ile. I w at ched her
with side, adm iring eyes and t hought sh e m ust be r igh t . She w as t en y ear s older
t han m e and k new t he way s of t he w or ld; not hing she said could be w ron g. I w ent
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Tim e passed, and I gr ew older. My “ per fect ” sist er left hom e – n ot t elling m y par ent s
w her e she had gone. Shock ed by her appar ent fall f rom grace, I spent m ost of m y
t im e st ar ing ou t t h e win dow. I w onder ed w her e she had gon e and why sh e hadn’t
t old us w her e sh e w as going. Occasionally, I w andered ou t side t o pluck a few
dan delions an d w ish for m y sist er ’s r et ur n. Each t im e, I h oped desperat ely t hat I had
done it t he r ight way and t hat t he w ish w ould com e t r ue. Bu t it n ever h appened.
Aft er a w hile, I gave u p – not on ly on m y sist er – but on t he dan delions as well.
Shock had chan ged t o anger and t hen t o r ej ect ion of m y sist er and ev ery t h ing she
had t old m e. The old dr eam er w it hin m e vanished and w as r eplaced by a h arsh
t een- age cynic w ho t old m e ov er and ov er t hat I should have k now n bet t er t h an t o
believe in fr ee w ish es. I t ch ided m e for m y past belief in un icor ns and laugh ed at t he
t hought of m y gr ow ing up t o be a fiv e foot elev en, sleek She- Ra. I t t old m e t o st op
bein g silly an d sent im ent al an d t o r ealize t he fact s of life, t o accept w hat I w as and
w hat m y sist er w as, and liv e w it h it .
For a wh ile I t r ied. I aban don ed m y old dr eam s, m y old ideas, and t h rew m y self
ent ir ely int o school an d t he w hole dr eary rat race of scrabbling f or grades and
popular it y. Aft er a t im e, I even began t o com e out ahead and could st art each day
w it h an indiffer ent shr ug inst ead of a defeat ed w him per. Yet none of it m ade m e
happy. For som e r eason , I k ept on t h inking about dandelions and m y sist er.
I t ried t o for get about bot h , but t he edge of m y an ger and disillusionm ent w or e aw ay
and t h e essence of m y old self st ar t ed t o seep t hr ough again. Despit e t he best
eff ort s of t he cynic in m e, I cont inually found m y self st ar ing out at t h ose dan delion s – and m aking w ishes.
I t wasn’t t he sam e as before, of cour se. Most of m y old dr eam s and ideals had
vanished for ever. Cert ainly, I could n ev er w ish f or a un icorn as a pet and act ually
m ean it now. No, m y dr eam s w ere different now, less based on f ant asy and m ore on realit y.
Dr eam s of becom ing a pr incess in a cast le or a m agical sorceress had ch anged in t o
hopes of som eday liv in g in t he w oods an d w r it ing n ovels lik e J. D. Salinger, or
play ing Tch aikov sk y ’s Concert o in A t o orchest ral accom pnim ent . Th ese w ere t he
dr eam s t hat f loat ed t h rou gh m y m ind now. They w er e t em pered by a caut ion t h at
hadn’t been t her e befor e, but t h ey w ere t here. For t he first t im e since m y sist er ’s
depar t ur e, I w as ack now ledging t h eir pr esen ce.
I had t o, for it w as t h ese dr eam s t h at dilut ed t he pur e m eanin glessness of m y daily
st r uggles in school and m ade m e happy. I t w as t hese dr eam s an d t he hope of
som eday f ulf illing t hem t hat ult im at ely saved m e fr om f allin g in t o t he clut ches of t he
dr eaded beast of apat hy t h at lu rked alongside t he t rails of t he rat race. Wit h out
t h em , I t h ink I w ou ld hav e giv en up and st um bled off t he t racks long ago.
I t t ook a long t im e for m e t o accept t his t r ut h and t o adm it t hat m y cynical self w as
w ron g in deny ing m e m y dr eam s, j u st as m y y out hf ul self h ad been wr on g in liv ing
ent ir ely w it hin t hem . I n order t o succeed and sur v ive, I n eeded t o fin d a balance bet w een t he t wo.
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My sist er w as r ight ; I hadn ’t been going aft er m y dr eam s t he r ight way. Now I kn ow
bet t er. This t im e ar oun d, w hen I go in t o t h e gar den and pick m y dandelion pu ff, m y w ish es w ill com e t r u e.
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