Brhmmmm. The faint hum of my dishwasher can be heard from my porch—through the wooden door whose black surface is cracked from age and use. Though, this white noise is drowned out by the activity of the early morning. Chirp. Chirp. The birds rise from their slumber and greet the morning as their friend...
Prove m = an intrinsic desire to make a difference.
Having experienced a poverty-stricken environment existing within my own community throughout my childhood, I am acutely aware of the adverse realities afflicting cities throughout the United States. By witnessing my own community’s irrevocable desire to rise up out of the ashes of poverty and despair, I am inspired to aid cities such as Flint and Philadelphia in any way I can...
On those New York City nights that are neither freezing nor stifling, I like to stand in the middle of the street outside my apartment building. 106th St. is unusually wide by New York City standards and almost completely devoid of traffic in the late evening. Away from the incessant horns of Midtown, the raucous, jam-packed bars in the Village, and the screeching Bronx-bound subway, I can stand in the center of 106th St. for many minutes on end, with neither car nor crowd to interrupt my reveries. As I let the breeze that blows in from the Hudson muss my hair, I can imagine that the city is not so different, not so far removed, from the other world of rural Vermont, my home before high school...
At three years old, my parents put me in ballet class to correct my hopelessly pigeon-toed, flat-arched feet. They would take me to ballets at the local theater, and I would wear my pink tutu and dance around in the audience. After the show, I would run up and hug the legs of the beautiful ballerinas. Now, 14 years later, I walk on turned-out, arched feet...
The day my parents told me we would be moving to France for a year, I locked myself in my bedroom and threw a tantrum, pounding on my favorite red velvet pillow and swearing that I would run away from home. Looking out through my tear-filled, 8-year-old eyes, I saw the tiny town of Johnson, Vermont, as my universe and the friends I had there as the centers of that universe...
A plain, black photo-frame sits on my desk with a picture of me in my current school uniform. Rather than vanity, I see it with introspection. When I open the photo-frame, behind the picture in front, I find frail photos of me from my old schools in the UK, Oman, Spain, Singapore and UAE. My memory starts from the third picture of me in Spain, with me sat down with my friends in a thick green woolen sweater and yellow shirt behind the majestic Peral submarine we once climbed on...
The electric telegraph is an example of why I want to study electrical engineering, as it encompasses elegant technology composed of conductors, circuits, and electromagnets. Engineered to create a product that is greater than the sum of the parts, the electric telegraph not only connects components and wires, but also society. Combined with the societal purpose it has served, the telegraph is a testament to the power of technology...
The electric telegraph is an example of why I want to study electrical engineering, as it encompasses elegant technology composed of conductors, circuits, and electromagnets. Engineered to create a product greater than the sum of the parts, the electric telegraph not only connects components, but also society. Combined with the societal purpose it has served, the telegraph is a testament to the power of technology. Michigan's College of Engineering is the ideal location for me to harness that power...
When I tell people that I want to study engineering, and then go to law school to become a patent lawyer, most are surprised and ask why that combination? But I tell the ones who are impressed, that after I become a patent lawyer, I want to enter Indian politics, then everyone is surprised.
But I feel Brown will think differently...
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