Undergraduate / JHU- Supplement essay:" Life Through Calculated Bonds" [5]

It is due tonight so if somebody is willing to help I would be more then grateful

Johns Hopkins offers 50 majors across the schools of Arts and Sciences and Engineering. On this application, we ask you to identify one or two that you might like to pursue here. Why did you choose the way you did? If you are undecided, why didn't you choose?

"15.) The time for one cycle of periodic process is called the:
(A) Amplitude
(B) Wavelength
(C) Frequency
(D) Period "
It is Decemer, 31 and I am trying to finish my take home quiz in AP Physics before I go out to celebrate New Year. Winter Break is going by so fast and unfortunately I am not done with a lot of things. College applications are stressing me out and like it wasn't enough visually my room is a mess, there are papers all over the place. Determined to finish all supplements today I am about to start. I have only one essay question left for John Hopkins University so I am starting with this one. Simplified, the question is: "What would you like to major in and why?" I have the clear idea in my mind but not the inspiration to express it. So, I go back to my take home quiz and suddenly I am thinking:

"Life through calculations"- No, it need something more and abruptly next to me I see my other take home quiz for AP Chemistry." Life through calculated bonds"- I like this one, there are both physics and chemistry, my favorite subjects.

"Is life really some calculated connections usually happening spontaneously? Or is it a motion in more than one dimension? If I think about it, life starts as a physics problem and then goes on combined with chemistry. Before we came in this challenging world there are many steps we never thought about. We start with a one dimensional projectile since embryos. Then 9 months we grow with a constant velocity which means without acceleration. Things start to be more complicated, just like in physics. From day one in this universe we gain acceleration for the 4-5 upcoming years to be able to achieve the maximum speed towards success and progress. Now, we have the basics all we have to do is try to combine our knowledge. Here comes school the projectile motion with the relative velocity, where X and Y are our goals and efforts. Chemistry takes part in this process too; everything is about what attracts us, what we bond with. Reactions? Reactions are our circumstances, things we have to face or work with, to have a product, result and most of the time a feedback, accomplishment. Work and energy are our best friends most of the time. Personally, I love the love of conservation: What you give you earn back. How much work you do that many benefits you get; how much energy you spent that much joy you feel and how much reactants you put in that much of product you get. I can see it clear now, here is Physics, Chemistry and Life with an equal sign (=) between them."

My thoughts showed me how passionate I am about these two areas of science. I can not ask for a better reason than the one I just had "Life Through Calculated Bonds". It is a must to have these two majors part of me at least that is the way I see it even though circular motion with gravity is what comes after.

"(C) Period"-the right answer just like the different periods of time

Undergraduate / "COLORS IN THE DARK" - Essay Common App [NEW]

I know I am late but its due today and my English is not so good as i just moved here I would really appreciate any advices.

Thank you!

It is 4:00 a.m. and abruptly I open my eyes. All I see are colors, a mirage of a rainbow dancing around me in my room. There is no light on, neither from the television nor from my Christmas tree. I rise, stumble to switch the overhead bedroom light on, and reach for my diary because I suddenly feel like writing. But alas, the colors are gone? Being sad without a logical reason, I attack an orange juice box previously nestled on my desk, and go rush beneath the covers to engulf myself in my small created cave. As soon as I turn the lights off, the mirage of color again vibrantly fills the room, and leaves a mirror inside of me of encouragement and the greatest desire to write. The spontaneity of writing in the complete darkness seems absurd to me. Pushing through some unusual resistance, I grasp my diary, a daffodil colored pencil, and a spare pencil to fulfill my creative pastime passion: writing poems.

Using the width of the spare pencil to measure the space from line to line, I desperately hoped that I could understand what was written now in blindness, later in daylight. Just before I start writing, I brush off the blankets of my blanket-cave to assuage that the colors will not disappear from sight like a fickle feather in the wind. Feeling the uncomfortable chill from the room's air, I nevertheless relaxed as my sore eyes found those perfectly blended colors still in sight. Feeling more inspired than ever, I start writing.

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It's almost dawn at 4:57 a.m., but I didn't feel the time slip by me. Bright light seeped in from the outside, poisoning the rainbow mirage of color. My poem is not yet finished, so I try to resurrect my blanket-cave by tucking myself underneath my covers to protect my muse. However, I quietly admitted the futility of trying to save my mirage muse as the colors slowly faded away. I never finished my poem.

"I think of you once in a while
You angel smile, you guiltless song,
And still recall the nights I held
My head up high and watched them all..."

"They were so dazing, so full of light
They could illume the darkest skies
... ... ... ...
... ... ... ...

"You wouldn't recognize me now
For I would look so big and strong
For I am done reaching the stars,
Although with in it feels so wrong..."
The first stanza was immaculately completed, but it became obvious as I gradually read the poem in the bright light seeping into the room through my window the (gradual) acceleration of illegibility. The second stanza's last couplet was so poorly written; I had not a clue as to what alphabet I was writing. And, the last stanza definitely did not summarize my thought.

The significant experience lies not in the actual figurative and realistic message, because this has happened numerous times. The experiences are significant and meaningful because they illustrate my process of finding "colors in the dark."

"I think of you once in a while
You angel smile, you guiltless song,
You little girl I hold inside
And that I'll always bring along"