{Please tell us what you found meaningful about one of the above mentioned books, publications or cultural events.}
Sometimes I imagine what being blind is like. Maybe it’s being able to type with my eyes closed. Or perhaps it’s trying to find the bathroom at night in the dark. In any situation, I imagine that being blind means knowing where to go without my sense of sight. This holds true in Cormac McCarthy’s “Outer Dark,” but McCarthy illustrates the opposite condition as well: being blind with perfectly healthy eyes...
Moving from rural Ohio to metropolitan Shanghai was shocking. The upbeat bustle and the abundance of places to go were refreshing, but I missed that small-town sense of community and relaxation. My vibrant backyard had been replaced by a few sickly trees lining the road, sticking out of the cement. Columbia offers the perfect fusion that I seek, unmistakably urban without neglecting the comfort of a beautiful campus...
Breaking the ice by passing around a human ribcage easily beats any name game. But everyone knows that things only get more interesting when people really get to know each other and know what someone’s like on the inside. Taking this literally landed me in the dissection room at Georgetown University, shivering with a few other high school kids and a bare-handed medical student. No gloves, just curiosity and a cadaver...
His brows twisting over the half opened eyes, my cousin crossed the his arms and leaned back like a philosopher contemplating on an abstruse question. “Do you have any solution?” I asked lightly. Reddening, he raised his eyes and murmured impatiently “Distraction is against the rules!” He drew the cards closer and opened his eyes widely, as if fearing I would come up with the solution if he blinked...
{Describe your theme song.}
I sit in front of my black Strauss. A gentle breeze carries silky moonlight, and turns my “Selection of Richard Clayderman” to “Lyphard Melody”:
My fingers run across the keyboard, the music leads me to a field of lavender, where I lie down against the starry sky. A star blinks like a philosopher reflecting on abstruse questions of life. “Mr. Starry, can you show me the farthest place in the universe, where there is a lonely prince with a delicate rose?”..
As I walked the campus on a brisk April morning, I knew that Northwestern was undoubtedly my dream school. Northwestern University and, more specifically, the Weinberg College of Arts and Sciences, have a multitude of qualities that make the school so appealing to me. Due to Northwestern’s quarter system, I would be able to sate a wide range of academic interests while still maintaining a specific area of interest in economics...
Staring at the weathered stone stairs loosely attached to the decrepit front porch of a worn little house in the small town of Bethesda, Ohio, I realized that my group had quite a few hours of manual labor ahead of us. Though we faced the enormous challenge of refurbishing a porch clearly not used in decades, we set to work in the scorching summer heat with the shining sun overhead...
Working on the loading docks of the Greater Chicago Food Depository means wearing long pants in the scorching summer heat, but there is nothing more rewarding than extending the outreach of such a vital agency. Every morning, dozens of trucks and vans pull into the bays and I, along other employees and volunteers, load between several hundred and several thousand pounds of dry, frozen, and refrigerated food onto them for distribution to the hungry and impoverished...
I have always enjoyed building mathematical models and using quantitative methods to solve everyday problems. After one year of pursuing a Ph.D. degree in Elementary Particle Physics at the University of Maryland, College Park, however, I discovered my passion was in the field of applied physics to social science, such as finance, as contrary to purely theoretical research...
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