I'm afraid this is probably one of the worst why essays I have ever written.
Does this make sense to anybody?
Brown:
Tell us about the academic areas that interest you most and your reasons for applying to Brown.
(1600 characters)
What is Brown? 150 parts red, 75 parts green and 0 parts blue, a football team I never heard of, or a screeching crazed pop-star. Essentially true, yet unorthodox. Unorthodox is no stranger to me. Ask me to gauge altitude via barometer and Unorthodox will whisper to my ears, "Barter the barometer with someone who knows." He takes his response to amusement because he knows the correct answer is the height-pressure correlation. This was his game, and it became ours by senior year. His game was played through every homework and test; 3^4 was the new 81, Felis Domesticus was the new cat, (this part edited because it has my name in it). He challenged me at anything from Homer's Odyssey to DC circuit wiring; every bit I found inspiring. Although I have yet to win, some day I will outdo Unorthodox at his own game.
Perhaps Unorthodox is no stranger to Brown University either; perhaps he is even their embodiment. He's the way students play building Tetris on their science library, the way undergraduates are architects of their own study or even the way they express freedom in their Jazz; his and their spirits in improvisation land. Every time I imagine walking into Barus and Holley, I think of the unorthodox in Brown robotics unveiling the shroud of vision-based kinematics in spatial coordination or in Brown physics innovating the world through their condensed matter and elementary particle research. Perhaps the game I have been playing is not so singular to me; Brown, you and me together, I say we shall win.
Does this make sense to anybody?
Brown:
Tell us about the academic areas that interest you most and your reasons for applying to Brown.
(1600 characters)
What is Brown? 150 parts red, 75 parts green and 0 parts blue, a football team I never heard of, or a screeching crazed pop-star. Essentially true, yet unorthodox. Unorthodox is no stranger to me. Ask me to gauge altitude via barometer and Unorthodox will whisper to my ears, "Barter the barometer with someone who knows." He takes his response to amusement because he knows the correct answer is the height-pressure correlation. This was his game, and it became ours by senior year. His game was played through every homework and test; 3^4 was the new 81, Felis Domesticus was the new cat, (this part edited because it has my name in it). He challenged me at anything from Homer's Odyssey to DC circuit wiring; every bit I found inspiring. Although I have yet to win, some day I will outdo Unorthodox at his own game.
Perhaps Unorthodox is no stranger to Brown University either; perhaps he is even their embodiment. He's the way students play building Tetris on their science library, the way undergraduates are architects of their own study or even the way they express freedom in their Jazz; his and their spirits in improvisation land. Every time I imagine walking into Barus and Holley, I think of the unorthodox in Brown robotics unveiling the shroud of vision-based kinematics in spatial coordination or in Brown physics innovating the world through their condensed matter and elementary particle research. Perhaps the game I have been playing is not so singular to me; Brown, you and me together, I say we shall win.