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DinoRules   
Dec 24, 2014
Undergraduate / Dear diary, after consulting Professor O'Brian, I emailed CURF the detailed plan of my new project. [3]

My Why Upenn Essay. Need editing and comments

Dear diary, after consulting Professor O'Brian, I emailed CURF the detailed plan of my new project. Hopefully CURF will give it a go so I can finally experiment the ideas I came up with in last month's class discussion. After dinner at Houston Hall, I called my friends in Columbia University and they were shocked when they heard about my my project.

"Shouldn't this be the job for graduates? Why bother?"

"Because I want to do something. Besides, I'm a Penn student."

It's so rewarding to know that after three years many of my crazy ideas have crystalized into tangible plans and projects that is on the way to help people in need. When I submitted my application that October, I put "undecided" for my major choice, not because I felt apathetic or confused about my future, but I bothered about so many unresolved questions awaiting me to tackle, from whether infinitesimal particles or strings or something else make up our universe, to how to ameliorate the inequality of education and to embellish slums with euphonious music. I was, and am, ravenous, ready to explore the uncharted territories and make, not a, but a plethora of changes.

My passion therefore aligned me with the wisest decision that I have ever made. Penn's CAS, along with the famous and unique "One University" policy, is a perfect match for the ravenously undecided. I took several management classes in Wharton school as a CAS student, adding the business element to my scientific mind. I also learnt something about digital media design in Penn Engineering school last semester. And in CAS, my always welcoming home, I sailed through the abstract and concrete aspects of human sagacity, met a bunch of pretty cool friends, and embraced epiphanies every day. As I got to know my favorite subjects through "dates", I met my perfect match as if it was predestined. Wait, you want to know which one? Well, let's leave it to tomorrow's story.

As I constantly challenge myself, and savor the tears and joy, I increasingly resonate with a quote on Quad's bathroom door: Any fool can know. The point is to understand. While the latter is often adequately and deservedly stressed, the former is no less important. In CAS we integrate the knowledge and make traditions meet innovation. But this is possible only after we have the required knowledge and deep understanding, for the knowledge projects the "tradition" as it originally is, while understanding pinpoints the areas demanding, and possible for, "innovation". Every encounter, no matter in lab, essay, or class discussion, serves as not only a way to deepen the understanding, a chance to engage beyond the classroom, but also an opportunity to open a window that makes the world a better place.

So it comes back to the starting point. Crouching in the nook on the fourth floor of Van Pelt, as the sun gradually goes down and sheds its balmy glory, I ask myself: How will I write my own Page 217? How will I enrich others' Page 217? Well, I don't have a definite answer yet. But as a Junior, I have so many, mostly crazy, ideas, as if I were still the zealous high school student bearing ambitious ideas of bettering the world.
DinoRules   
Dec 26, 2014
Undergraduate / It was a rainy day and I was coming back home after an exhausting day - writing supplement [7]

In terms of the why essay, I found it quite generic, ie. XXX school is awesome because it has beautiful campus, offers good classes, chances to meeting interesting people...blah,blah. This is pretty weak because you are talking about Columbia, in a way tens of thousands of applicants are talking about it--bragging about the school and not showing why you should be offered the chance-- not to mention the admission officers know much better about their school than do you. My suggestion is to relate it to your personal experience, interests etc. and focus on the overlap of you and Columbia, for example, a unique class or professor that you want to know better of, a story, perhaps sentimental, with Columbia in a personal angle.I know the second essay might do the job, but if you only write about the website info, what is the use of the first essay?

To truncate the words, here are some suggestions:
Unlike ordinary people, engineers see the world from another perspective. ==> Engineers see the world differently. ("Ordinary people" is mentioned beforehand, therefore redundancy)

That's what I like the most about engineering. ==> That's why engineering enchants me. (Not sure a good editing here, though)
Here're some problems: this essay can work for literally every school by changing the name. Write something unique to Columbia so that the AO won't think you take Columbia as simply a rebound or backup plan.
DinoRules   
Dec 26, 2014
Undergraduate / You are not here fundamentally for the purpose of completing degree requirements - Why Penn College? [17]

My suggestion is to change the phrasing a little bit. Many sentences in your essay start with "I can/will/should blah...blah...". Though it is not a sin to start with "I", but how about showing instead of telling? Picturing the future instead of making too many promises?

Like I will definitely be taking "Tutoring In Urban Public Elementary Schools: A Child Development Perspectives" ABCS course to satiate my curiosity about early childhood development and complement my service experience. I will phrase it like Days from now, if I am lucky enough to attend Penn and take "Blah~~~", I will be appreciating my choice to sail into the realm of early childhood development, for I would have possibly turned my good intentions into atrocious blunders weren't it for the admonition in that class.

Since we are both applying to Penn, we can surely help each other!
DinoRules   
Dec 26, 2014
Undergraduate / The "helpee-oriented" conception - activity essay for Vandy [6]

Please briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences. (150-400 words)

One here:
A visit to a nursing house for the elderly of Chinese immigrants was scheduled on my last year's sister-city exchange program in Seattle. While I have been doing community service in my hometown for several years, this experience was a total epiphany that changed my perception of "good deeds".

I saw a middle-aged Caucasian volunteer exhausted gestures of all sorts, mixed with muddling Mandarin, pleading an old lady to have her breakfast. After approximately ten minutes' "badgering", he finally caved in, with the old lady scolding in fluent Mandarin in the background. Later, he walked to me and expressed his displeasure. He complained about how disappointed all the good intentions "were flushed down the toilet" and how ungrateful those people were.

But he was wrong all along! Chinese people, especially the older generations, are acolytes to the idea of hierarchy in terms of age, with the elderly being the most venerable. This means you cannot approach them as if you were talking to a bunch of teenyboppers or close friends who can effortlessly understand your punch lines, which, unfortunately, he did.

Good intentions are not enough to tackle the misunderstanding. Lying beneath the facade are the cultural barriers. Different communities have different values, customs, and needs. Without understanding this, even the best intention can do more hindrance than help. Often we do what whatever we think is the best for the people we are helping, not realizing that, instead, what they think matters more. "Good deeds" are not helper-centered, but "helpee-oriented".

Now in retrospect, I feel lucky not to skip the visit merely because of the two-hour bus ride, for this shed light on what I hadn't previously realized. The "helpee-oriented" conception has guided me through every volunteering job and pretty successfully avoided turning my kindness into daggers. But I also understand this has always been a pandemic issue, in practice of medicine, shopping at grocery stores, and even everyday conversations. The complexity and individuality of human interaction inevitably lead to misunderstandings and miscommunications at times. And apparently, more efforts than volunteering are needed to close the gaps. I genuinely hope that, which I also wish my college experience will contribute to, people of same and different races, cultural contexts and whatever factors that lead to the gaps today can one day talk in same or different languages without being lost in translation.

The other one:

Mod comment: One essay at one time please

DinoRules   
Dec 26, 2014
Undergraduate / Jade Bracelet - "It's not even modern! Why should I ever wear that!" [7]

I notice two problems of my essay: 1) My character is not drawn flush, while my mother's is on the contrary. :< 2) The "subliminal" part is not logically strong enough.

ANY ADVICE IS APPRECIATED.


I turned on the TV to stream Pretty Little Liars. In a prom, Emily laid down on her mother's shoulder as her mother caressed Emily's forehead, whispering: "I love you very much. I wish I could be with you every day." Phew, that was cheesy.

But I longed for it, for my mom hardly said, "love" to me.
[...]
DinoRules   
Dec 26, 2014
Undergraduate / Jade Bracelet - "It's not even modern! Why should I ever wear that!" [7]

, what are the rules we are supposed to play by in reviewing your essay?

Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.

Many thanks!
DinoRules   
Dec 27, 2014
Undergraduate / Gender Inequality: A complex problem/ Princeton Supplement [6]

Your sense of feminism is quite praiseworthy and I like your idea of connecting your thoughts to things you have done, but this essay possibly falls into a generic pool of feminism writings. I have read many essays talking about women rights, and they all discuss the topic from pretty similar angles. While this is not wrong, chances are you essay may not stand out in the pool of PRINCETON we are talking about here. If you have read Leaning In, you may have more specific and insightful perspectives regarding this topic. If I were writing the essay, I would talk about how many women were verbally harrassed but didn't take it, although angry at it, seriously, or didn't realize grouping up can do more than simply avoiding being hurt. BTW, your writing style is excellent!
DinoRules   
Dec 27, 2014
Undergraduate / "Ctrl + A" and "Delete". A walk after writer's block~~ CommonAPP essay [3]

Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.

Any ideas on how to shorten the passage to less than 650 wrds? now 684 wrds.
Besides, I think the second part is a little weak. Any advice on how to improve it?
Thanks a lot!


"Ctrl + A" and "Delete". The fourth draft appeared just as boring and generic. But I don't have a diplomat dad to travel the world with or the perfect body shape to excel at gymnastics! As I, cringing in the faint beige room, walked all over again down my memory lane, I saw nothing singular. My life was dull and despair was eating me away.

I just wanted to leave. So I put on my jacket and rushed out to the piercing wind of the late winter night. After twenty minutes of agonizing chill, I ended up at a creekside with my face whipped blue. Since home was the last place where I wanted to be, I decided to take a walk down the river.

I loitered along the brink of the woods, letting the tranquility alleviate the searing fretfulness and anxiety. Tonight, the world was sleeping tight: the gale abated to the level of breeze; traces of singing sprees couldn't be found; the stars shed their balmy silveriness on the branches, the misty river, and my palms. As I, looking up, gazed into the brightest one, it took me back to an epiphanic boyhood episode.

I was seven, and although my family wasn't that Mercedes-stacked kind, basically all my prepubescent desires could be met. On my first stargazing, I instantly felt attached to the brightest star. "The star is mine." I called out, thinking the whole world would hear it. To me, the world was an edible "oyster".

On a school camping, we sat around the bonfire and were talking about our favorite stuff. But as I was preparing my fancy oration, ready to sound precocious and erudite, a girl in crimson flabbergasted me. I remember her words verbatim: "I love the beautiful stars, and the brightest is my little pet."

It was a moment of disillusionment. She said my star was her little pet! How could it be if the star was mine? Or it was just that the star was never mine!? I used to think I was the center of the world, but at that moment it seemed that thought was just an illusion from my parents' best intentions. Perhaps the world was interesting with me, but it wouldn't go away without me. I felt disenchanted, and suddenly fear and loss crept into my mind...

I smiled in relief. I didn't clearly remember how I got through the hard time but, in retrospect, felt lucky my self-awareness prevented the hubris from eroding my character or condemning me to calvary. In a sense of bliss, I continued my procession.

Now the walk seemed different. I followed the rhythm of the river, reliving the vicissitudes of the past 17 years. Through grotesque pines and gingkoes, I saw the quirky moments when I was a master of pranks in the middle school. The pebbles directed me back to the moments when I found out I was gay and threw things at the ponds as the confusion mounted. The moonlight recorded the consolation of that evening when I was finally brave enough to face my new normality ready to live my life in my own terms. And the shiny dews on the buttercup! They were telling the stories of a boy who found out his new identity prepared him to make career choices that he knew was best for him even though they were not as prestigious as what his parents encouraged him to do instead. Such little touches might go unnoticed in a constraining room, but not in the walk where I saw pictures of my private movies flashing. In some sense, it was the metanoia of a life.

The walk wrapped up at the end of the river. After I took a cab back home, I turned on my computer and opened a blank Pages document.

Yeah, it was the walk to write about.
DinoRules   
Dec 30, 2014
Undergraduate / My work experience - is it too cheesy to write about my lame job at McDonalds? [4]

There are no lame topics, but lame writings. :) And I'm really drawn into your first paragraph, and I can picture in mind your working condition. However, no matter what essay, the main purpose is to show yourself to the AO, which means to put your light in the writing. So I suggest you consider writing more about the moment of the attitude change. Below are a few questions I would want to know were I an admission officer:

#What motivated you to start to appreciate your work?
#How did it influence you in your, for example, academic performance or attitude toward adversities?
#Why sets the job apart from your other EC & Interns?

DinoRules   
Dec 30, 2014
Undergraduate / Brown Supp: I am a big fan of SimCity, a game in which you can build a city with limited budget. [2]

Why are you drawn to the area(s) of study you indicated in our Member Section, earlier in this application? If you are "undecided" or not sure which Brown concentrations match your interests, consider describing more generally the academic topics or modes of thought that engage you currently. (150 word limit) CURRENTLY 150 WRDS~~

I am a big fan of SimCity, a game in which you can build a city with limited budget. On a project to rebuild my hometown of 1940 in the game, I rummaged the warehouse for an aged map, read city logs, asked my grandparents for help, and drew several not quite successful sketches. To better understand city planning, I self-studied central place theory. But, unfortunately, all data were lost in a blackout soon after the project took plunge.

From a rookie who simply added things haphazardly to a skilled player who valued the balance of efficiency and aesthetics, the SimCity, to me, was more than a game: it galvanizes me to survive high school, go to college, and one day build a city of my design. I have taken the first step by starting the city planning research project, and hopefully Brown will take me one step closer.
DinoRules   
Dec 31, 2014
Undergraduate / Jade Bracelet - "It's not even modern! Why should I ever wear that!" [7]

EDITED:

I turned on the TV to stream Pretty Little Liars. In a prom, Emily laid down on her mother's shoulder as her mother caressed Emily's forehead, whispering: "I love you Em. And I hope we could always be together." Phew, that was cheesy.

But I longed for it, for my mom hardly said, "love" to me.
Two years ago, my mom gave me a bracelet with three lethargic molted jade beads connected by a clumpy red string. "It's not even modern! Why should I ever wear that!" I contended, yet knowing that she wouldn't yield. "It's good for you." She simply left it there, highlighting factually that it was an order, not a proposal. This was my mother, a "bull" born in 1972, always intransigent and old-fashioned. I sighed as I reluctantly put it on, picturing in mind the bleak future of not being cool anymore.

One night last summer, I took off the bracelet before a shower. Just then, my friend Michelle called. As we were doing little chitchat, I wandered around like a flappy warbler. Suddenly, my elbow knocked down the bracelet. Bang! It directly plunged onto the floor. One of the beads had irrecoverably broken apart.

On hearing the sound, My mom rushed to my room, and I knew I was to be lambasted. But instead, her countenance suddenly turned to vacantly wan, as if she were caught by the spirit and fell, losing her soul. As she collected the scattered fragments, there were no tears in her eyes, but loss and sorrow that tears could not adequately express. She was not the mom I thought I knew closely. She looked twenty years older.

"I'm sorry. I wish I hadn't been so reckless." I apologized to my mom with my downcast eyes fixed on the floor. She said nothing, and we just stood there silently for roughly five minutes. Suddenly, she turned to me and gave me the tightest hug I'd ever had. I was utterly dumbfounded, and a sense that I hadn't experienced before was rolling in my body. I felt the warmth of love, not in words, but in the language of the heart. Somehow, we both burst into tears, with a mixture of tenderness and sentiments.

That night, we talked a lot about the bracelet. My mom told me she picked it for me for the same reason my grandma picked one for her: to remind us of our family. The three beads represent the father, mother, and son. As long as the beads stick together, no matter how far away we are from one another, our souls are always linked.

Before that night, my interpretation of the bracelet was entirely different: superstition and superstition. I could hardly understand the environment in which she was brought up. Without smart phones, computers, and such modern world gadgets, she saw the world in a different dimension. We, therefore, represent two different generations, each having its distinctive culture on the same land. We speak the same language, still lost in translation.

But after that night I understand that the spiritual heritage is way more than superstition. Beneath its seemingly unfathomable facade are universal values such as love and kindness, but rendered in a different way. These values are materialized in real objects, because words are fleeting, while tangible things last longer and remind better.

Perhaps never the twain shall meet, but the overlap has the power to connect us, transcending time and space. And this universality also intrigues one to seek understanding in dissimilarities, and to approach another culture without condescendence or despise. So although sometimes I'm still confused certain points about my mother's culture, instead of resisting, I try to understand and embrace it.

Once in a dream, I saw the bead fragments came back together as one. In the moonlight, it shone so vibrantly, emitting its splendor to the goodwill embodied in my jade bracelet.
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