Back in early 2000s I was endeavoring to keep a blog. I was extremely fond of writing short stories and it seemed that possession of a blog was requisite to mastering the endeared art of literature. While the inaccuracy of the notion became evident at a later time, the experience brought forth a new item of self-discovery...
I vividly recall the day as a tenth grader when my French teacher nominated my name for the post of my school's French Club's Deputy Director. Three years earlier, when I joined my present alma mater, its Principal had discouraged me from taking French as my 'third language'. The concern and opposition to allow me to study French was genuine by all standards but mine, for I was fired by a passion that refused to take 'no' for an answer...
Not many seventeen year olds can say they have written a book. Fewer can say they wrote a book at age sixteen. Still fewer are able to say that, at age sixteen, they wrote a book in the space of a month. I can. When people learn this about me, they are often unsure of what blend of “you’re crazy!” and “that’s amazing!” to respond with...
I am perverse.
Not in the widely known connotative meaning, but more in the literal meaning of the definition. According to the Oxford dictionary, perverse can mean “contrary to the accepted or expected standard or practice.” My past has greatly shaped who I am presently and it is this that has made me into someone who has many untraditional dreams and perspectives...
From a long-line of history and traditions, to the distinctive academic programs, to the wide range of extracurricular opportunities, the University of Chicago is unlike any other school in the world. The innovative thinking that is encouraged as well as the unorthodox way of doing things at this school has made me want to become a part of UChicago. Its commitment to diversity and making it easier for any student from any background to apply is also something that makes UChicago stand out in my eyes...
My father and I have always been very close. Once my brother came out as being gay and my father lost his job that he had been working at for seven years, he thought it would be best to move to El Salvador to look for another job and ‘change’ the way my brother was. This occurred in the winter of my Junior Year...
It goes without saying that the Wharton School of Business is the best business school in the world. Therefore, I see the school as a place of limitless opportunities where I will be able to grow intellectually and in so many other unimaginable ways. By talking to students, reading college mail from UPenn, and researching the school, I have come to realize that this is not like any other school in the world. The unorthodox way of thinking and doing things at the Wharton School of Business and UPenn as a whole strongly resonates with my unconventional dream of opening my own theme park and later expanding it into an entertainment company...
If the frozen yogurt bug hasn’t bit you yet, and you’re craving some real caloric goodness, stop by Maggie Moos Ice Cream and Treatery on N*****M***** Avenue. There you will find twenty-two different flavors of ice cream and the (self-proclaimed) top scooper in town. Then, once I’ve handed you a scoop or two of your favorites, why not ask about the tastes that make up me? Just like a single scoop is rarely satisfying on its own, I require a variety of flavors to describe what makes me tick...
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