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COMMON APP ESSAY FOR DARTMOUTH, UPENN, NORTHWESTERN AND OTHER SCHOOLS [37]
hows everybody doing, i know this is kind of late to be asking for common app help, but two things concern me 1. does this essay make sense and is it something unique and lasting or another clique on the light theme 2. length, i know 1000 words is too long for a common app essay, im trying to cut from 1400 to 800, im a litle stuck right now. Thanks so much in advance, all comments of any kind greatly appreciated.
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When I looked up, I had always seen a light. A sense of hope, spontaneity, an understanding of what you're doing is real. But where was that light in science? More importantly, what was its nature? I had no answers. I was hapless.
The sheer awe immersed my mind when I first saw a BK virus infected kidney. The kind of "yellowish hapless" pale engulfing the kidneys was the type of color that seemed implausible in the real world. The gashing veins and the soft tissue complexes seemed to be telling a story far beyond that of an autopsy. But what? I was simply too intimidated to progress any further.
Fast forward two and a half years to when I did lab work attempting to inhibit growth of BK virus through various drugs. I was now a junior, so much more "mature", "experienced", "eyes much more open to what reality has to offer". Hyperbole? Perhaps, but I was convinced my differences would lead to change. This time, I had a much greater background to work with. I was able to grasp the workings of the ATP-ase domain and I understood the work of the drugs that attempt to destroy them. I was no longer oblivious to the subtleties of the DNA language. I aggressively sought answers to what had gnawed at me.
I now felt a new sense of power. Not only had I become immersed in my subject, I realized the voice each drug provided. I felt the ability to relate biology to reality. I never doubted my control. Not only did I just scrutinize every drug, I was putting things comprehensibly together. I didn't just follow a set of directions when I operated the centrifuge; I was now directing the centrifuge. I learned the intricacies behind those answers. Finally, at the age of 17, it seemed like I was capable of realizing the depth of infinite possibilities. This was science coming together in different elements. When professors talked about scientists such as Albert Einstein or Charles Darwin achieving science at its true "zenith", this is what they meant. Of course I was not tweaking with quantum mechanics or battling religious groups about the presence of evolution, but I was achieving something far greater than a set of results. The lens through which I saw things was clearer. I was curious. I was a scientist. This must have been the light shining.
But how mistaken I was. The abject disappointment soon set in. When I truly analyzed the results, looked for the subtleties in the sought relationships, I became consumed by this very same BK virus. Nothing made sense. The variables, not possibilities, were infinite. How much was too much dilution factor? How many cycles on the centrifuge were too many? Something was seriously lacking. How arrogant I could have been for thinking this "zenith" was so rudimentary when it had gnawed at phenomenal minds before me? I knew better, I was "raised" better than this throughout my experience with lab work, but the allure of science had duped me. I wasn't any kind of scientist. I wasn't just hapless, I was paralyzed.
The aftermath was stark. The next month lacked a fire. I lost the ability to be surprised by anything. My work lacked cohesiveness. It reminded me of when I was in my native land, surrounded by filth with a dreary, timeless fan doing nothing to ease the heat, yet showing some form of elusive promise on top of me. I felt the same desolation.
However, I stuck to form; I was too engrossed to just leave my subject even without the shock. I still stayed in the lab for many hours analyzing through every set of data, the linear regressions, the t-values, the residuals, none of it ever left me. I was still fazed and adapted, but I retained the thought that the light never ceased to exist. However, rather than me trying to find it, I gave it the chance to find me.
As I continued to work, a latent external force seemed to pick up and guide me: tranquility. I was oblivious to it for a while, and its effects were gradual, but this calm that came from my empirical work soon took over. It wasn't a satisfaction but it can't be fully translated. However, in this state, I wasn't seeking relationships between different forms of science; rather I allowed them to engulf me. I was at ease, I was accepting; I was accepted. I let the forms around me dictate what happened. I wasn't waiting. I allowed myself to be paralyzed by the unknown in the results. I still sought to eradicate its existence, but for the first time in my life, I felt the unknown. I didn't just acknowledge it; I felt its harmony, rhythm and ambiguity. This was science. This was the light; it wasn't a form of hope like it had been before, rather a wave of harmony that comes from grimacing right at it and seeing all the rays burst out in all directions and knowing there is a form of prosperity staring at you all the time.
Finally, things changed. Those variables suddenly ceased to exist. Things started co-existing. Finally, my results were tangible and could lead to something really significant. The idea of zenith was superficial, we create the apex in science, not the subject, but the calming presence told me all I needed. The truest bliss was with me this whole time; it just needed its natural environment to be revealed.
It would be a mistake to look at this as a significant moment that changed me. That is creating a limit, destroying the spontaneity. Rather, this spontaneity must begin to now lead me.
In many ways, a framed mindset, even a hypothesis, can be dangerous. It tries to create a message behind curiosity and thought. It tries to limit naivety; perhaps my greatest asset. The ability to concede with this paralysis, to keep the unknown alive in me has been my proudest accomplishment. I have let that light I know keep shining; its presence even when clouded is nature's greatest purity.