被5所常春藤和斯坦福大学录取的留学文书

by admitwrite · 2016-04-21

留学文书

12年级学生Brittany Stinson在上周四得知她被五所常春藤大学-耶鲁、哥伦比亚、宾夕法尼亚、达特茅斯、康奈尔以及斯坦福大学录取。斯坦福大学去年的录取率是4.69%-比任何一所常春藤大学都低。

 

Brittany Stinson在接受采访时说“我还在消化这个结果,我太兴奋了”。是什么让她被这几所名校青睐?Brittany Stinson自己的解是:自己的文。下面是Brittany Stinson用来申请这些名校的Common App文书

 

题目: Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.


Managing to break free from my mother’s grasp, I charged. With arms flailing and chubbylegs fluttering beneath me, I was the ferocious two­ year old rampaging through Costco on a Saturday morning. My mother’s eyes widened in horroras I jettisoned my churro; the cinnamon­ sugar rocket gracefully sliced its way through the air while I continued my spree. I sprinted through the aisles,looking up in awe at the massive bulk products that towered over me.Overcome with wonder, I wanted to touch and taste, to stick my head intoindustrial­sized freezers, to explore every crevice. I was a conquistador, butrather than searching the land for El Dorado, I scoured aisles for free samples. Before inevitably being whisked away into a shopping cart, Iscaled a mountain of plush toys and surveyed the expanse that lay before me:the kingdom of Costco.


Notorious forits oversized portions and dollar­ fifty hot dog combo, Costco is the apex of consumerism. From the days spent being toted around in a shopping cartto when I was finally tall enough to reach lofty sample trays, Costco hasendured a steady presence throughout my life. As a veteran Costco shopper,I navigate the aisles of foodstuffs, thrusting the majority of my weight upon agenerously filled shopping cart whose enormity juxtaposes my small frame.Over time, I’ve developed a habit of observing fellow patrons tote theircarts piled with frozen burritos, cheese puffs, tubs of ice cream, and weight­loss supplements.Perusing the aisles gave me time to ponder. Who needs three pounds of sourcream? Was cultured yogurt any more well­mannered than its unculturedcounterpart? Costco gave birth to my unfettered curiosity.


While enjoying an obligatory hot dog, I did not find myself thinking about the ‘allbeef’ goodness that Costco boasted. I instead considered finitudes andinfinitudes, unimagined uses for tubs of sour cream, the projectile motionof said tub when launched from an eighty foot shelf or maybe when pushed from aspeedy cart by a scrawny seventeen year old. I contemplated thephilosophical: If there exists a thirty­three ounce jar of Nutella, do wereally have free will? I experienced a harsh physics lesson while observing ashopper who had no evident familiarity of inertia's workings. With a cartfilled to overflowing, she made her way towards the sloped exit,continuing to push and push while steadily losing control until the cartescaped her and went crashing into a concrete column, 52” plasma screen TVand all. Purchasing the yuletide hickory smoked ham inevitably led to aconversation between my father and me about Andrew Jackson’s controversiality.There was no questioning Old Hickory’s dedication; he was steadfast in hisbeliefs and pursuits – qualities I am compelled to admire, yet his moralswere crooked. We both found the ham to be more likeable–and tender.


I adopted my exploratory skills, fine tuned by Costco, towards my intellectual endeavors.Just as I sampled buffalo­chicken dip or chocolate truffles, I probed therealms of history, dance and biology, all in pursuit of the ideal cart–oneoverflowing with theoretical situations and notions both silly and serious.I sampled calculus, cross­country running, scientific research, all ofwhich are now household favorites. With cart in hand, I do what scares me;I absorb the warehouse that is the world. Whether it be through attemptingaerial yoga, learning how to chart blackbody radiation using astronomicalsoftware, or dancing in front of hundreds of people, I am compelled to tryany activity that interests me in the slightest.


My intense desire to know, to explore beyond the bounds of rational thought; this is whatdefines me. Costco fuels my insatiability and cultivates curiosity withinme at a cellular level. Encoded to immerse myself in the unknown, I findit difficult to complacently accept the “what”; I want to hunt for the “whys”and dissect the “hows”. In essence, I subsist on discovery.


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