Undergraduate / 'Hyde Park and My Dream' - Why UChicago [4]

Be harsh as possible and please tell me where I can add more deatils or what u suggest I should take out. Oh and please state if a specific moment in the essay confuses u. Thanks

How does the University of Chicago, as you know it now, satisfy your desire for a particular kind of learning, community, and future? Please address with some specificity your own wishes and how they relate to UChicago

UChicago: My Dream

In the solitude of Hyde Park
Deep and away from me
You have prospered and grown
Into one so knowledgeable and so sweet
The first day I set my gaze at thee
A sullen mood had already overflowth me
The rain set forever more
As steel chambers had strengthened around me.
But the possibility to join you
Leave golden dreams no one can destroy.

In days progressing, you have sent me letters of welcome.
With large crests of the soaring phoenix,
Its flames fluttering in glorious red,
And words of come and play.
That are so bold, so daring
So genius of my mind's whirling and swirling pace
That I cannot help but pray.

You, I have visited in such jumpy glee,
For I know that thyself can set
My struggling passion free.
It flips and flops in rapid plops
Like a captive fish ready to leap.
I want to jump into your overflowing stream,
One that is filled with life's biggest questions
And biggest possibilities.
And though you are so deep,
I have faith that I can reach.

You speak of an everlasting future,
Where depth and passion may rise.
And that I can imagine:
Long nights of discussions about Austen's pen;
Classes with insight and togetherness blend;
An orchestra where my violin strings ring and zing,
To the rhythm of an Arabian song;
A different choice in what more to learn.
Programs where my poetry can soar.

Like mine, the eyes of many admire you
For your splendors glitter like the rising sea.
The Gothic buildings, along with Autumn's fallen leaves,
Accompany the Hogwarts bliss that all want to grasp.

But I fear that you will leave,
And forget all the hope you have given me.
Those who have doubt keep little faith in me
They say we are so separate
And never meant to be.

But I cannot help it.
There is no peace,
No tranquility,
All my life's bliss can come form you.
So here I am ready to see
Our future in an everlasting dream.

Poetry / 'Silence in the air' - UChicago Silence Supplement (poem) [2]

Be as harsh and SPECIFIC as u can guys because my deadline is soon and I really want this to stand out. so this is my question prompt:

Susan Sontag, AB'51, wrote that "ilence remains, inescapably, a form of speech." Write about an issue or a situation when you remained silent, and explain how silence may speak in ways that you did or did not intend. The Aesthetics of Silence, 1967.

Silence in the air-not even the slightest cricket to accompany,
The microscopic particles of the swifting dust,
Twirl and curl like tiny catapillars.
Far, far away, trapped in my small skull,
Severed from the world by thee I am.
Now, as I lay dormant, does the vision fade.
Now, while the ticks and tocks of Time,
Prattling down in their torturous progression, does the vision decimate.
So why do your muscles refuse to stretch?
My speedy neurons having no rest
Are sent out again and again and again.
But sadly pierced and still you stay,
In times more peculiar,
And more strange.

Of course thy self is not always this way,
My requests are usually met.
Though,
While the tides or life crash and stir,
Millions of tiny bubbles sizzle and crackle,
Talking to me.

Words, which have destroyed the brightest of minds,
And imprisoned the truest of hearts,
Can also produce golden dreams,
And hopes of the beyond.

Because of this I can never cease to speak.
Then did I learn something.
Myself is against the rocky shores and endless sea
How, if not me, shall the depth and passion
Of my deepest chambers be ever known to fly?
To surge up and down and around again.
Free in the air-the blue sky open and fresh.
Oh how tempting that is!

But, at times, you lay a rusted cage before me,
Where strains of voice and tone, can give up alone.
It is when a sea of unfamiliar faces linger before me,
They crowd, they hover.
Their eyes stare, and dare,
The lightest blues, the darkest browns, the rarest greens,
That soon even my neurons are powerless to stop thee.
All my self's likes, dislikes, ideas, opinions and such
Lay still in the grave.
Thy pale lips are cold,
Frozen.

I want to thee to speak.
To yell.
To scream.
To sing the highest loooooos and laaaaaaaas.

I'm one among billions,
One that has a chance
To carve my own road
Scrape by scrape by scrape.
Thyself and I can push the vision
Into the farthest doors it can go,
Otherwise it would lay victim to the scarred palms of fate.

Always,

Your Brain

(I'm trying to portray how I am really open about my ideas and opinions about everything, but there are those moments where I am silent about what I think, what do u guys think?)

Undergraduate / 'Chemistry and Mathematics' - UChicago supplement [2]

Ok so I have an idea that I want to display how I have always wondered what being in love truly means because like there are so many adaptions in book movies and such. Also everyone has such a different look on it, especially my parents. And i am stumped and i mean really stumped I have writers block how do u think I should continue from here. Also what do u think of it so far?

ESSAY OPTION 2.
Heisenberg claims that you cannot know both the position and momentum of an electron with total certainty. Choose two other concepts that cannot be known simultaneously and discuss the implications. (Do not consider yourself limited to the field of physics).

Inspired by Doran Bennett, BS'07 Chemistry and Mathematics.

There is a feeling that many of old and new dream of. Both men and women alike want to grasp and be part of the very idea, very concept of it. What I speak of is being in love. It is such a small word yet it brings so much to an individual. While the victims of the worst are tainted with the reminisces of betrayal and loss at their feet, there are the ones who blossom, who feel the surging warmth of the sudden flush, burning bright across their complexion. Of course I have never been in love, never felt its highs or lows. But I do wonder.

Sometimes I ponder on the implications, the causes, the "what ifs". Would I achieve love if I were more attractive? If I was more sociable? More attentive? Or does it have nothing to do with us at all; could the limits of our happiness be victim to the scarred palms of fate?

The true cause can never be known. Neither can the fate of it. Not until that love meets an end. Isn't that what is always shown. No matter the conditions, those in love can never know what comes next, nor what ignites the love at all. For centuries, authors, directors, filmmakers, painters, sculptures, writers, poets, you name it all, have envisioned their own painting of the answers, but it is all too hazy.

Undergraduate / Harry Potter / Hunger Games - My University of Chicago Supplement essay [11]

Tear this essay apart I need ur intake because I realy really want to portray myself in the most accurate way I can

Share with us a few of your favorite books, poems, authors, films, plays, pieces of music, musicians, performances, paintings, artists, blogs, magazines, or newspapers. Feel free to touch on one, some, or all of the categories listed, or add a category of your own.

My dear readers what I am about to list to you one of the most constricted lists you will ever see. There is so much to share with you, but so little time, or space, for you see I am a gigantic fangirl. Yes I admit it, and I know what you'll must be thinking, "Dear god this girl is a fangirl, she must be crazy!" Well yes that basically sums up a fangirl, especially one that embraces the culture of tumblr, the home of all fandoms. You see when I am confronted with my favorite movie, book, or song, I will go on a rampage, jumping up and down, squealing in delight

Favorite books? Hmmm. There isn't a specific one in particular, for I look at a very wide range of genres. There is ,of course, the obvious love for Harry Potter (I mean who doesn't love it?!) and the Hunger Games. There are the occasional paranormal novels here and there. Although many people say that paranormal books are horrible, I am actually quite fond of them. Each plot is so different than other, each character so unique in their own way. Of course there is large amount. Though of course it would depend on the author's writing, because if any of those books were like "Fifty Shades of Grey" . . . Well let's just say that it will find a new home in the garbage can. Overall if I had to pick my all time favorite books, there are three that instantly pop into my head: Jane Eyre, Persuasion, and Pride and Prejudice. Yes I am a complete nut about all these books, like I have watched the TV and movie adoptions of each of these books about a hundred times each. Sometimes my friends ask me why I read such books, they are so old school, not relevant to today. You see that is where I completely disagree. Each of these novels portrays the deepest versions of love and affection in new and different ways. You can say that I am a bit of a romantic, for I love to just see what other authors define as love. Some believe in the power of lust, others in fate or destiny. But these novels take a whole new approach to it, they display love at its core, when it shines bright and glorious. Now I wish to have a Mr. Darcy in my life, for he is my favorite character, next to Mr. Rochester!!!

Favorite author? Jane Austen, definitely. I am her number one fan, and she is my writing idol. I know that many literary critics see Jane Austen as a terrible writer; portraying unrealistic tales of love and over romanticizing everything. Jane Austen always gives a broader viewpoint in her books, never letting a detail slip. I know all that is to know about the characters and their lives. She cares for her characters, and writes out an ending for them, telling me what happened to them. I love that, I absolutely love it. I always need this in books; I need to know that the characters that I accompanied in their journey, what happened to them, what became of them. Sure I don't mind a sad ending (though I will be balling a lot), but I need to know what happens to the character.