Undergraduate / Dear future roommate- My day in a nutshell / Stanford [3]

this is one of those short answer Stanford essays (2500 ch.) does this sound a bit too bubbly? the rest of my essays are pretty serious so idk if it compensates.

First of all- Congratulations! We're officially Cardinals. It's hard not to sound self- absorbed while describing yourself to someone so I've chosen to tell you how a day in my life goes. I write this in hopes that it will help you understand me better.

My day only begins with a cafÊ sans crème and a call from Michael Bay hoping for me to sign his next film. After a brunch with Obama, my day usually is spent making some kind of groundbreaking discovery. Feel free to thank me for the Higgs Boson particle when we meet. By nightfall there's an Oscar in one of my hands and a dry martini in the other. Oh what a day! Then an annoying sound fills my ears. I reach for the nearest thing to cover my ears but find my hand dripping in salsa sauce. What says 'good morning' better than the salsa you fell asleep beside last night?

There's good news and bad news; I'm an hour behind schedule but I'm ready for the quiz today, at the cost of 4 hours of sleep. School is a vicious cycle of monotony; learn, sneak-into-your-lunch-during-chemistry, learn a bit more and play football. When I return home, instead of congratulating me on the 24/25 score, my grandmother interrogates me as to where that last mark went. School is preceded by extra classes and then swimming practices. Once I'm home, there's a raging war between my legs and my stomach. My legs draw me towards the bed and my stomach towards the kitchen; the stomach usually wins. Finally, I fall onto my bed and just as my eyes are about close into a mesmerizing slumber, I realize I had yet to watch that funny video Katelyn told me about. Bring out that laptop; sleep is for the weak!

I'm pretty bubbly and I like to ensure everyone else around me stays that way too, no matter how tough the going gets. In return, all I ask of you, is to bear with my family which recently has gotten acquainted with the marvels of video chatting and my intermittent cravings for Mexican food. Rest assured- I'm looking forward to making the best of memories in our time together.

Undergraduate / It wasn't until I started living with my grandmother; what matters to you ? [5]

what do you think of this? should i work on it any further?

"Education is our passport to the future, for tomorrow belongs to the people who prepare for it today."
â€- Malcolm X
It wasn't until I started living with my grandmother, did I begin to sense the helplessness and dependence the lack of education creates. Since then I've always felt as if a proper education was key to a much better quality of life and its importance significantly increased in my views. I was a witness to her struggles, so when I started my own school, I did it with the ideology that one day no one ever goes through what she had to. Although it comprised of only 18 children of nearby slums, I'm glad I could make a contribution to that dream of a literate world my grandmother and I had. While most my friends spent their summer break visiting places and having their perceptions of fun, I would be awake by 5:30 am finishing up my extended math work so I could contribute as much time to those kids. It gave me a genuine sense of achievement to see those children learn to speak English and attempt to incorporate it in their daily lives. If I get accepted at Stanford, not only do I intend on using this education to aid in technological innovations, but also improve the standards of living all around the globe