Undergraduate / 'Why not Tufts' + ' My mother' - Tufts Short Questions [3]

This is my first thread. I had been reading some essays around the essay forum and quite enjoyed them. They helped me alot. Please read my following answers and comment. Would really appreciate some help thank you.

1. Which aspects of Tufts' curriculum or undergraduate experience prompt your application? In short: "Why Tufts?" (50-100 words)

When I first gazed upon the question why tufts, I wondered why "not" tufts? The friendly community, a beautiful campus and a class where you could imagine every possible wicked talent to be found! Just a thought of it runs ice down my spine. A place where I could stand without a fear and say I am a mad artist who can tell what others think through their art. Where my wicked talent is flourished rather than discouraged. Where my weird intuition fit in like a perfect piece of jigsaw puzzle. In short, Tufts.

2. There is a Quaker saying: ''Let your life speak.'' Describe the environment in which you were raised--your family, home, neighborhood, or community--and how it influenced the person you are today. (200-250 words)

My mother had never let me drink milk directly from the jug. "Use the glass, don't be an animal!" That's what she said whenever she saw me plugging in that milk like a hungry mammoth. She never understood the pleasure, I gained, of gobbling milk down the throat through jug. When I was five, my mother caught me licking sand from floor. She never understood that twinkling feeling in neck I got while swallowing sand down the throat (perhaps if she tried it she'd know). When I was six, my father warned me to no to try "acrobats" near the stairs. The very next day, I jumped off the balcony and broke two baby teeth. Was I untamable? I don't suppose so. The environment was just too sober for me. I was definitely not a "wanna be boy" though my nature always depicted towards the things I was warned not to mingle with. Whenever I heard the words "don't do it!" , a sudden stimuli would rush through my whole body urging me to at least try it once. For me, I don't believe in myths, I believe in experiences. My mother tried to develop that lady like behavior in my nature so I could fit in the environment around myself. I wouldn't dare say she failed. Though I had never let this feminity become my weakness. My surroundings urged me to be different. Perhaps that's the reason that I am the first one in my family to ever think of applying in one of the top universities of world.

Undergraduate / Tufts Suplemental Questions. My defination [8]

For the second short response, we asked you to consider the world around you. Now, consider the world within. Taste in music, food, and clothing can make a statement while politics, sports, religion, and ethnicity are often defining attributes. Are you a vegetarian? A poet? Do you prefer YouTube or test tubes, Mac or PC? Are you the drummer in an all-girl rock band? Do you tinker? Use the richness of your identity to frame your personal outlook. (200-250 words)

My definition comes from the things I use. It comes from my text books, the walls of my room and the bed sheets I use whose surfaces are always adorned with different types of Manga art and animations. If I could find anything at all to work with -weather it's a pencil, pen , charcoal or even dropped ink on floor- my hands starts to play with the medium to create art and characters of my imagination. My definition comes from the clothes I wear. The high pitched pony tail, neat and clean appearance and flat shoes that hover in a sense of decency and yet again the image of a girl whose always in a jolly-good mood. My definition comes from the back of my notebooks where endless stories had begun and left uncompleted. Where countless emotions of love, fear, horror and affection are gathered around the words to create beautiful stories and fictional anecdotes of past times or of things yet to come. It comes from the fact that weather am sleeping, eating, drinking or working my mind never rests. Every day I have a new motivation and a new idea to ponder upon. I never stop imagining and I never stop drawing! I guess that is the true definition of my personality.

Undergraduate / The ugly princess. Common App Essay [10]

THE UGLY PRINCESS:

My hands sketched another one of my fantasy figures above the decimals of an ordinary paper. The figure's beauty overlooked the mare simplicity of what used to be just a piece of paper, was now one of my masterpieces! I looked at the flawless woman I had just engraved and stared at my own reflection in the mirror above. A disfigured, unattractive, marked and repulsive face looked back at me. Oh how I despised it! I despised every single feature of my face that reminded me of reality. I would have preferred to spend countless hours drawing descendents of my imagination that depicted truly what I was from inside, rather than embracing the bitter truth that what nature rewarded me as a face, was nothing more than a prank played by the Creator.

This inferiority complex that slowly engulfed me was not born out of my own desires to attain eternal beauty. Nevertheless, it's roots laid deep within my past. My friend's sarcastic and indirect remarks drenched me off with every bit of self-confidence I was left with. In fact, I do not remember a single day gone by, in my school life, when I wouldn't be let down by such arid remarks. They called me pizza face, ugly duckling and who knows what else behind my back. Instead, I would smile back at them, as if not at all bothered about such comments. I had no choice but swallow in my tears with a bitter look in my eyes.

Nights passed and I spent hours crying in those gloomy days. I was a gifted artist, a creative writer and a talented student. Than what went wrong that pushed me into the abyss of such self-consciousness? I had often heard the saying "looks doesn't matter". However, I was beginning to realize that it held little meaning in reality. If looks didn't define a being, then why had it become a measure of personality among many others?

One day, however, I picked up my pencil and I drew. I drew, everyday, for countless hours. Rendering the lines guided by my imagination and molding the shades with in the depths of my identity. I rediscovered myself through my art, I rediscovered myself through the brush I held, and I rediscovered myself through the figures I drew. What were merely paintings before transformed into masterpieces. Soon the day came that changed everything for me. It was the day I hosted my first public exhibition.

My ears rang with the acclaims and appreciations from art dwellers. They awed at every piece of detail in my creations. They were not only indifferent towards my looks but also fond of the true picture with in me. That day, I felt as if all of my complexes slowly diminished into thin air. . I felt like a butterfly, that evolves out if its cocoon, hiding its inner beauty under its hideous shell. I finally realized that looks don't matter. In fact, there are things that matter more and are appreciated more in this world than physical beauty.

Now, I have evolved into a princess. A princess, who despite being ugly on the outside, wants to mesmerize the world by showing her beauty from inside - An Ugly Princess!

Undergraduate / 'WWF Trip to Wild Life Park!' - Extracurricualr essay of Common App [2]

Lalazar Wild Life Park,located on the Himalayas Peaks,served as a famous attraction to many travelling tourists.The fact that due to steep hill sides,buses refused to go further did not become a hurdle in our trip at all.In fact, the chance to hike and experience nature ourselves exhilarated the experience of our WWF trip.Hiking up to the park took tiresome hard work.However,Once reached,I discovered that all this hard work was worth putting in.The famous snow leopard,rarely found in any of the jungles of Pakistan,roamed freely on the park hillsides.The twin tigers cuddled up and played with tourists as if begging for some attention.The park itself seemed as if a small town of animals which was not at all bothered from visitors.I had never felt nature this close to me before nor had experienced the fragrance of wild jungle that runs shivers down the spine of excitements.It was one of the most memorable trips I had experienced over the summers and will never forget!

Comments please...I know there are some mistakes, please correct them thank you:)

Undergraduate / 'the most exciting experience' - Colgate Supplement: Egypt! [5]

When I was young, my fairy tales took me to far of distant travels and journeys of treasure hunts. I enjoyed and allowed my vivid imagination play in its role as I dreamt of such exotic travels. Years passed by and slowly, my age took control of my body and mind. Fairy tales no longer amused me as I stepped into ideality and real life. Though, the thirst for knowledge and travel still burned within me.I have come across many countries names.However, Egypt is that one country,I wish to visit atleast once in my life time.

Egypt has been part of many religious and world's histories that hardly anyone could say he/she doesn't know about her. Weather it is another mystery episode of "Scooby -doo's adventures" or a book full of treasure stories, Egypt has gained its reputation for being one of the most exciting experience of travelling. Over the years, I studied Hieroglyphically Scripts, an ancient language engraved inside the pyramids, and slowly became familiar with Egyptians forms of art.Egypt is no doubt, a living breathing form of art. Pyramid of Giza, one of the wonders of world, is its symbol and an example of its masterpiece. I have been studying and has become acquainted with this country for so long that my wish to travel there at least once in life comes unconsciously and deliberately.There is so much to experience in that land that merely books cannot do justice in defining that feeling.Moreover, a place whose history has been written in form of art is truly a place for me to visit and explore so I can learn more about art forms and its origins.

Undergraduate / Kenyon Supplement..Doing a work which you couldnt accomplish alone.. [2]

Describe an experience when you worked in partnership with others to achieve something you could not have done alone.

"Now it's your turn Sana" He smiled at me as if silently whispering "I know you cannot do it". I rose my chest high like saluting a major and bravely headed towards the window pane. The challenge was simple, to insert the finger inside the lock hole and take it back out. My small hand reached towards the lock panel and my finger slid in as smooth as butter."Ha-ha told you I can do it!" I celebrated my short lived victory. As soon as I planned to take my finger out it jammed in there like a rusted metal machine. "Uh-oh" I whispered to myself. Arslan broke into a huge laughter until one of his friends came running and gave a slap on his back. "Dude principal is coming let beat it!" They both "skedaddled" and disappeared in seconds. I broke into tears. My finger was stuck in the lock hole and not any other door. It was the door to principal's office! I stared across the empty hallway in hope of help. Suddenly I heard silent footsteps rushing towards me. It was my friend Hina. She came over and went through the situation. "It will come out the way it went in" She gave her "intelligent" theory and tried hard to pull me out. After a few minutes of wrestle and no further hope for success we gave up. "Go find a razor! Ill cut my finger out" I whispered to her. She chuckled and went inside thinking mode. No longer than a few seconds later, The Principal appeared from the other end of hallway and made his way to his office. We stood static and stared at his tough grin towards us. "Why are you holding the door knob?" asked he. "Oh sir, in your respect, please do come in" Hina smiled and opened the door for him. He smiled with an utter satisfaction. "how sweet" said he and lead himself in closing the door behind him. Hina and I both let out a sigh of relief. After a few minutes of struggle my finger finally "bailed out" as we rushed towards the playgroung to find Arslan for a little pay back.

I was five when this happened so its one of my most cherished memories. Open for Criticism:D