Imagine you are running around a ropes course facility, pool noodle in hand, surrounded by your entire high school junior class during a sorry excuse for a team-building game of tag. This simple childhood game sounds fun and innocent on the surface; however, I have seen past the lie. I know the true meaning of tag--utter disaster. Although it may be hard for one to really see such a game as evil, I have unexpectedly obtained sure-fire proof of its...

Chicken Foot Soup is my favorite meal. Boiled chicken feet, seasoned with natural spices, thrown into a sunset orange broth. Oh, I almost forgot. The taste would not be the same if it were not for the added delicacies. Nothing makes a chicken foot more appetizing than a nice, scrumptious mound of other organs (the liver is by far my favorite) added to the soup to make it the greatest thing since sliced bread--or in my case, homemade tortillas. This...

(In light of your personal interests in language, business, and international affairs, please discuss a current global issue and explain how the Huntsman Program would allow you to explore it in greater depth.) The world of Pokémon has one goal: to have fun. Well, my childhood mind believed it as I played in a seemingly never-ending life of digital extravagance. However, thinking back with a more mature mind, I can begin to understand why my mother always saw my...

(Please share your leadership experiences and why they are important to you.) "Mr. Cole, I ate a rock, and it was the most awesomest thing ever," said Jack as I took him to the Nurse's Station. I was not guiding him there for the rock incident, though; the rock was the cherry on top of all the shaving cream he had devoured a half hour earlier. This ten-year-old dietary nuisance was one of the ten fifth-graders living in Pine cabin...