Undergraduate / "to pave a sturdy road for me" - Babson Supplement--Dear Roomate [3]

Hey guys,
I struggled thinking of things to what to put it but its beginning to work. I had to write an essay to my first year roommate introducing myself, why i chose Babson, and what i look forward to in college. Thanks a lot!

Dear Roommate,

Great job getting accepted into this astonishing institution! I'm sure the butterflies in your stomach are more lively than ever. I have never been more nervous yet excited in my life! I'm looking forward to beginning a new life in a new environment. It will be interesting but I'm excited for this challenge.

During the last few years of high school, i have been looking forward to this transition i am about to make from childhood to adulthood. We will be encountering this transition together, and even though at times we will feel displaced and frenzied, we will always be there to help each other.

My name is Connor Krell. I was born and raised in Western Massachusetts. I've always had many hobbies and I love keeping busy. I love activities ranging from skiing to cooking. I commit myself whether I am in school, playing sports, or just trying to be a good person. I love to work hard for something that pays off. I may not be the most intelligent guy who is an amazing writer and so on, but I enjoy working hard in things that have meaning to me. Many people have described me as personable, which is a trait I try hard to fulfill. I am someone that is easy to come up to and talk about anything while at the same time being trusted. Our relationship is going to build a strong foundation in our college life, and it will be tough to knock either one of us down. Everything about college is going to be new to us, and having someone close will be one of the easiest ways to adapt. This hopefully has given you a somewhat clear picture of who I am.

Anyways, Babson has been a name I had been hearing since I first began the college search last year. I knew it was one of the best business and entrepreneurship schools in the country, but i wasn't quite sure what to expect. It wasn't until I visited the campus in the summer of 2010 that I realized how great it would be for me. I also love being creative and when I heard about The Foundation Program, it immediately grabbed my attention. Babson will give me the skills I need to understand the world of business. I believe Babson will hand me the key I need to open the door to success. Babson will help to pave a sturdy road for me to succeed in whatever my aspirations will be.

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Once again, great job getting this far! I really am looking forward to meeting you and obtaining my first friend in this long journey!

See you soon!
Connor

Undergraduate / Plumbing, working with my dad--Common App Short Answer [3]

Hey guys! I just wrote this this morning. I'm frantically struggling to finish my final few college essays and i just would like any input you have or ways to revise it. Thanks so much

I began working with my dad the summer before first grade. He pursues a occupation that most people joke about. Plumbing is different than any other activity i have experienced. Being exposed to this trade at such a young age has given me a glimpse of what life will be like after school. It has shown me that hard work is a necessary ingredient in life. Nothing great was ever accomplished without hard work and the determination to succeed. When working with my dad, I am synthesized with the rich and the poor. We have worked for everyone; high school drop outs to brain surgeons. As i glance at my future, i realize that working to my full potential now will pay off later. Over the past few years, I have been trying to devise an outline of my future, and working with my dad has helped to put me on a road that will lead to success.

Undergraduate / "I have stayed with her family in Oregon" - skiing activity [4]

Since I was 5, not a day has passed when I have not thought about her. She's moody. I can't hold her down. She has left me many times, but I still wait for her. Even though I know that she will not be coming back for a while, I get this indescribable feeling of excitement; a feeling that I cannot achieve from anything else. I cannot bare the thought of her leaving forever. And so, I refuse to believe the evidence that clearly shows that she is gone.

Often, we catch up. She tells me where she's been. When I speak to her, emotion overwhelms me. I know I will not be able to embrace her any sooner, regardless of the feelings that consume me. Sometimes I wish I could just block her out of my head, but she is like a gambling addiction, and I haven't run out of money yet. It's difficult living when the one you love is so far away. I have adored her ever since I first laid eyes on her in kindergarten. I know I will always feel this way- no matter what.

The past four years have been considerably easier when she is not here. I have gone across the country just to fill the hole in my heart she has left when we're not together. I have stayed with her family in Oregon and become very close to them throughout the past few years. Those who know us think my love for her is crazy. My parents, normally tremendously supportive, question my love for her. "You could go so much further in life if you could just get your mind off her!" But, after seeing the sincerity in my eyes, they give in, agreeing to not keep us apart.

A few days after Thanksgiving, she rolled back into town. I talked with her when she arrived and told her I would visit her as soon as she woke up. I was anticipating every moment of that day as I lay in bed. I wanted to sprint to her house at that very moment and wake her up, but I knew I had to wait. I just lay in my bed until the sun rose, daydreaming about her. She told me she would be staying in town for a while. I could never get sick of her as long as she was here.

My mom threw together some leftovers from Thanksgiving as I ate breakfast. I felt like I could outlast the Energizer Bunny with all of this excitement I was struggling to control. I loaded my car and headed out. The thought of being with her again was stimulating. I put on some Matisyahu to relieve my mind from all of these emotions and pressed on.

Since I had last seen her she had traveled extensively throughout South America, Canada, and Europe. And now, she had come to visit me. I was overjoyed when I saw her waiting there for me at the end of her driveway. I was surprised at how much she had changed, but I wasn't disappointed. I parked a couple feet away from her, opened my door, and skied to the chairlift.

Skiing is what I love. It is who I am. I wait all year for that first run of the season and as soon as I touch the snow for the first time in the fall, I realize I am back with what I love most in life.