The incessant Q&A never really got to me. "Yes, I am an albino." "Yes, my eyes are blue, not red." "Yes, I do know how much some would pay for this hair." I always told myself I had a story to tell. God made me special, right? Living with a disability, I sought to convince myself of internal worth at a young age. Nothing truly combatted such worth until I reached high school and listened more closely. Surprisingly, words...

I tighten my lace, pull up my tights, and put on my knickers as I prepare for my high school’s annual Madrigal Dinner. The culmination of months filled with hard work, this unique event transports audiences to a 16th century themed evening filled with classical music. My role: performing approximately an hour of complex choral chamber material while dressed in the historical garb. The madrigal ensemble, hand-picked from the best singers at our high school, epitomizes my fervor for...

Essay writing was a very cathartic process. I went through many revisions on my Personal Statement. When writing about a personal struggle, one can easily fall into the mistake of highlighting let-downs rather than triumphs. Always make sure that your writing tells a story with an ending that, if not happy, puts yourself in a greater light.

I would have spent more time in the college app process thinking about my development as a...

I'm going into a decent bit of debt to attend Yale, but I sincerely think that...