Undergraduate / my store's logo + different cultures + my grandpa - NYU answers [5]

It's my first time post something here. :) kinda nervous
Here are my NYU supplement essays. Hope someone can offer me some advice. My first language is not English, so be picky about my grammar!

Thank you so much!

1.Please tell us what led you to select your anticipated academic program and/or NYU school/college, and what interests you most about your intended discipline.

I always have a dream- to see my store's logo appear on people's shopping bags. I have a lot of preparation already- I volunteer at local charity shops, work at the reception desk at my mother's hotel, waitress at my father's restaurant. I even opened an online boutique with my friends. I know business is not easy, but I am ready for this challenge. I believe NYU, with its academic excellence and unlimited resources, is the right school for a motivated business major student like me.

2. NYU is 'In and of the City' and 'In and of the World.' What does the concept of a global network university mean to you? How do you think studying in New York City, Abu Dhabi, or one of NYU's global sites would change you as a person and equip you to build cross-cultural relationships at NYU and beyond?

Having traveled to many countries, I always have a craving to know different cultures, to go "global." NYU, as a world-renowned global network university, offers me such an amazing opportunity to explore the interdependent relationship between cultures. The unlimited resources offered by the university and New York City can not only help us recognize our roles in this world, but also push us to get involved in various activities that define us as responsible, self-aware and upright individuals.

3.If you had the opportunity to bring any person -- past or present, fictional or nonfictional -- to a place that is special to you (your hometown or country, a favorite location, etc), who would you bring and why? Tell us what you would share with that person.

It's my grandpa, who past away few years ago, who first taught me about being an upright and independent person. I would love to bring him to my school- to meet with my teachers and friends, to see me performing with the choir on stage, to watch my presentation in class, to see my name on the Honors Roll, to cheer for my tennis match. I want him to witness my metamorphosis from his little girl to an upright and independent young woman, to know that I did not let him down and let myself down.

Undergraduate / Salutary Neglect- my common app essay [2]

I desperately need some feedback. Help! Thank you so much!

Topic: Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.

If the story of the thirteen American colonies could be personified into a single experience, I would be the first to relate to this because I too have been given the opportunity to break away from the old to begin anew to live life through fresh eyes.

The teaching of the British policy of Salutary Neglect and its impacts on her thirteen American colonies left me comparing myself to those colonies. Leaving my old life behind, I came to the United States to study, to embrace a new self, to strive for my own dreams. However, I did not have an open revolution against anyone, rather a revolution against my own self-conviction, which was ultimately triggered by my parents' "salutary neglect" of me.

It is not too much to say that I was neglected by my parents as a child. When speaking of neglected children, one might think of kids whose parents are wrapped up in work, or juvenile rebels who are hopeless and their parents simply give up on them. I, on the other hand, belong to neither of those two categories. I know it might sound like nonsense, but I was neglected due to my outstanding achievements.

I do not exactly know the reason for my obsessively stringent conviction regarding conventional perfectionism. This idea was planted and grew in my mind from the day I walked into school for the first time. I tried hard to make people like me: I had always been on the President's Honor Roll; I had always been a teacher's pet; I had always actively participated in various extracurricular activities; and I never rebelled against elders. In all, I was anything but trouble. My sparkling glory made my parents feel like the winners of it all.

Enjoying all the praise I received, I saw my self-image as one of the greatest attributes of my happiness. Unfortunately, this belief of mine became a nightmare when I discovered that my parents no longer paid any attention to my school life. My accomplishments, no longer dazzled my parents and everyone else, but rather became a part of our daily routine. With a lack of approval and commends from others, I became a puppet without an audience, beautiful on the outside but operated with an unanimated soul. Neglect, ironically, was overwhelming, especially when I compared myself with others who received so much praise for their achievements. I realized I was an addict to my own vanity. I began to wonder what my purpose for success was now, since previously getting credit for it was my drug. Now that I had lost this drug, what do I really want?

With an excellent score on the high school entrance exam, I enrolled in an experimental class in one of the best high schools in my city. Many people envied me for having such a great opportunity for extraordinary education; what they did not know was that being in such a competitive environment where everyone else around you wanted to be perfect, I had to sacrifice my personal happiness. I felt like I was living only to please others.

As I struggled to keep up with my classmates, my parents' neglect provided me a freedom to develop self- autonomy. I started to learn about the liberal educational system of the U.S. and became very passionate about studying abroad. I would love to join the varsity tennis team; I would love to be in the glee club; I would love to volunteer at charity shops. All of these exciting activities are somehow far away from a Chinese high school student's daily routine. However, going to the United States was considered a getaway from China's cruel examination-oriented education. I certainly did not wish to be called a "coward" or "slacker," but I felt a strong impulse to break free from my past standards of being exemplary. I eventually chose to ignore the naysayers and to attend an American high school. My previous question "what do I really want" can finally be answered with no hesitation. What I really want is simple yet difficult- a non-artificial self. What I really want is the authorship of my own story.

It certainly took me a lot of courage to grow up and become who I really want to be. I am here now, as a high school senior, excited and ready for college, happier than ever. I am still tough on my standards I want to live up to, but that's also part of my pleasure, because I know I am being my fullest self. Looking back, I don't regret my choice to come to the U.S., neither do I blame my parents for neglecting me. On the contrary, I appreciate this "salutary neglect." Like the thirteen American colonies, I was given an opportunity to become independent and self-aware, and to explore my own understanding of life-- that is, I do not live to please others but to fulfill my commitments to myself, to be who I am.

I am not perfect in others' eyes, and I am glad about it.