I have a few concerns: would an anecdote be inappropriate for this prompt? Is it too flowery? Does it actually show my intellectual vitality? Also, any comments/corrections would be greatly appreciated.
Bloop. With the poke of his finger, the tangerine-sized bubble burst into soapy vapor. Jacob let out a triumphant squeal of delight. "Jacob...c'mon, that's the fifth one." With a heavy sigh, I took my bubble wand and proceeded to make the sixth.
For the last couple hours, my time volunteering at the Bubble Learning Station of Discovery Science Center's Bubblefest had gone without a hitch. The kids would listen intently as I explained the marvels of the humble bubble. To me, they were absolutely fascinating: the molecular properties of soapy water, the filmy display of spectral colors, the bubble inside a bubble. Everything about them sparked the mind.
Yet how could I explain all this to Jacob without live bubbles? Bubble after deceased bubble, I grew frustrated. But then it hit me. Yes, of course! With a single scientific bubbly property, his inquisitive hands became my advantage. "Jacob, stick your hands in this." Instinctively, he plunged his hands into the soapy solution I put before him. With a puff of air, I blew the bubble. His hand instantly shot up for the soapy sphere, but to his amazement, the bubble clung to his finger, perfectly intact. He looked at me wide-eyed; he needed an explanation. "You've got soap molecules all over your hands. That's why it won't pop." And for the first time, he listened; the bubbly science - concepts like surface tension and hydrophillic-and-phobic - filled his curiosity. That March afternoon, I discovered sometimes we truly learn hands-on.
Also here's my "letter to my future roommate." How's the tone? Too laid-back?
iHola amigo!
One word...STANFORD! Can you believe it? The very thought tickles me silly. I can just taste it; this year will be an apple burrito on a breezy beach day: out-of-bounds...
Before moving in, I have one request: no stinky socks all over the place! I know it's inevitable; socks are for sports (and gliding on freshly-polished hallways), but please, keep your socky stank confined! Other than that, I'm pretty laid-back. As long as our dorm's not on fire, we'll be fine.
But I digress; more on-point, here's a bit about me: I'm a crazy Arsenal F.C. fan, and I duly apologize if my full-spirited celebrations get out of hand. Though if you want, I've got a spare Arsenal jersey with your name on it. In fact, I'll bring you a pair of cleats so we can kick it later around The Farm.
For the most part, I like to take it easy. You'll find me under a tree (fear it!) or at the coffee shop, reading news, listening to NPR, or doing some homework. But don't be fooled by my easygoing nature. By all means, if something outrageously cool is about to happen, let me know; I'm all about taking opportunities. Maybe there's a Vampire Weekend concert or all-you-can-eat sundae at Branner Hall, I'll be there. At Stanford, a school full of vibrant, dynamic kids, I'll never know what to expect. And so, my fellow Cardinal, in the words of Calvin and Hobbes, "It's a magical world...Let's go exploring!"
Bloop. With the poke of his finger, the tangerine-sized bubble burst into soapy vapor. Jacob let out a triumphant squeal of delight. "Jacob...c'mon, that's the fifth one." With a heavy sigh, I took my bubble wand and proceeded to make the sixth.
For the last couple hours, my time volunteering at the Bubble Learning Station of Discovery Science Center's Bubblefest had gone without a hitch. The kids would listen intently as I explained the marvels of the humble bubble. To me, they were absolutely fascinating: the molecular properties of soapy water, the filmy display of spectral colors, the bubble inside a bubble. Everything about them sparked the mind.
Yet how could I explain all this to Jacob without live bubbles? Bubble after deceased bubble, I grew frustrated. But then it hit me. Yes, of course! With a single scientific bubbly property, his inquisitive hands became my advantage. "Jacob, stick your hands in this." Instinctively, he plunged his hands into the soapy solution I put before him. With a puff of air, I blew the bubble. His hand instantly shot up for the soapy sphere, but to his amazement, the bubble clung to his finger, perfectly intact. He looked at me wide-eyed; he needed an explanation. "You've got soap molecules all over your hands. That's why it won't pop." And for the first time, he listened; the bubbly science - concepts like surface tension and hydrophillic-and-phobic - filled his curiosity. That March afternoon, I discovered sometimes we truly learn hands-on.
Also here's my "letter to my future roommate." How's the tone? Too laid-back?
iHola amigo!
One word...STANFORD! Can you believe it? The very thought tickles me silly. I can just taste it; this year will be an apple burrito on a breezy beach day: out-of-bounds...
Before moving in, I have one request: no stinky socks all over the place! I know it's inevitable; socks are for sports (and gliding on freshly-polished hallways), but please, keep your socky stank confined! Other than that, I'm pretty laid-back. As long as our dorm's not on fire, we'll be fine.
But I digress; more on-point, here's a bit about me: I'm a crazy Arsenal F.C. fan, and I duly apologize if my full-spirited celebrations get out of hand. Though if you want, I've got a spare Arsenal jersey with your name on it. In fact, I'll bring you a pair of cleats so we can kick it later around The Farm.
For the most part, I like to take it easy. You'll find me under a tree (fear it!) or at the coffee shop, reading news, listening to NPR, or doing some homework. But don't be fooled by my easygoing nature. By all means, if something outrageously cool is about to happen, let me know; I'm all about taking opportunities. Maybe there's a Vampire Weekend concert or all-you-can-eat sundae at Branner Hall, I'll be there. At Stanford, a school full of vibrant, dynamic kids, I'll never know what to expect. And so, my fellow Cardinal, in the words of Calvin and Hobbes, "It's a magical world...Let's go exploring!"