doctorgirl222
Jan 3, 2012
Undergraduate / (Nerdy myself / Bicycle together) - Tufts [4]
I know this is very short notice but I just found out about this wonderful website (and tend to procrastinate). Will someone please provide editting feedback to a few supplement essays for Tufts? I will return the favor if you need. Thanks!
1. Why Tufts?
I want to go to a college where I can be my most nerdy, weird and true self. Tufts immediately captivates me because weirdness is a valued quality there. Looking at the clubs and activities Tufts has to offer turns me in to a child let loose in a candy store. I want it all - from the Harry Potter Society to the Pre-Medical Society to Club Lacrosse. Tufts will also accommodate my academic needs by delivering an education where I can foster passions in both Chemistry and English. It is my dream to add to the contagious enthusiasm at Tufts.
2. Let your life speak. Describe the environment in which you were raised and how it impacted the person you are today.
I grew up an only child in a family that loved to bicycle together. One day in the fourth grade, I arrived home from school to find my mom waiting for me at the front door. "Papi is at the hospital" she informed me without any introduction. He had been diagnosed with pancreatitis, a possible deadly inflammation of the pancreas.
As the months passed, I continued living my life normally. I would ride my scooter to school every morning, and back home every afternoon. We would eat dinner as a family, but most of the time my papi would work in the garage all day, not speaking to anyone. Eleven months after coming home from school to find my mom waiting for me at the front door, my papi moved out.
Spending half of my time with my sick father shaped me into a self-motivated, independent child. When I stayed with my papi, I would have to take care of him because his medicine sometimes made him delirious. Making dinner for us on those nights, cleaning our bathroom and reminding him to take the rest of his pills became my regular responsibilities.
Being a caregiver to someone who should have been taking care of me prepared me to be self-sufficient in solving my own problems. I am entirely comfortable in new situations. My papi's illness did not send me running to my mother's arms for protection, but instead is the foundation of the independent and adaptable person I am today.
I know this is very short notice but I just found out about this wonderful website (and tend to procrastinate). Will someone please provide editting feedback to a few supplement essays for Tufts? I will return the favor if you need. Thanks!
1. Why Tufts?
I want to go to a college where I can be my most nerdy, weird and true self. Tufts immediately captivates me because weirdness is a valued quality there. Looking at the clubs and activities Tufts has to offer turns me in to a child let loose in a candy store. I want it all - from the Harry Potter Society to the Pre-Medical Society to Club Lacrosse. Tufts will also accommodate my academic needs by delivering an education where I can foster passions in both Chemistry and English. It is my dream to add to the contagious enthusiasm at Tufts.
2. Let your life speak. Describe the environment in which you were raised and how it impacted the person you are today.
I grew up an only child in a family that loved to bicycle together. One day in the fourth grade, I arrived home from school to find my mom waiting for me at the front door. "Papi is at the hospital" she informed me without any introduction. He had been diagnosed with pancreatitis, a possible deadly inflammation of the pancreas.
As the months passed, I continued living my life normally. I would ride my scooter to school every morning, and back home every afternoon. We would eat dinner as a family, but most of the time my papi would work in the garage all day, not speaking to anyone. Eleven months after coming home from school to find my mom waiting for me at the front door, my papi moved out.
Spending half of my time with my sick father shaped me into a self-motivated, independent child. When I stayed with my papi, I would have to take care of him because his medicine sometimes made him delirious. Making dinner for us on those nights, cleaning our bathroom and reminding him to take the rest of his pills became my regular responsibilities.
Being a caregiver to someone who should have been taking care of me prepared me to be self-sufficient in solving my own problems. I am entirely comfortable in new situations. My papi's illness did not send me running to my mother's arms for protection, but instead is the foundation of the independent and adaptable person I am today.