Please tell us what you find most appealing about Columbia and why. (1500 Char. max)
For years I was sent to a private Christian school, only to be bullied and tormented by rich, obnoxious students. Placed into a public elementary school, I found true friends, but still, I felt unhappy. No one seemed to care why the Mentos blew up the soda liter; no one coveted the microscopes or handled them with care. My parents saw my agony with these dispassionate kids and we moved to San Ramon. I attended Dougherty Valley, the high school with the extremely challenging classes, champion of academics in the district. Everyday, students spoke with such eloquence and reason, the conversation I always yearned for. Even our cross-country team was deemed the NCS Scholastic Athletes. I was home.
In senior year, I remembered graduation was soon; I would be homeless unless I searched for somewhere new. And then I came across the Columbia. As I strolled down Columbia walk, I instantly felt the camaraderie among students. Chatting with avant-garde scholars, I was delighted with the intelligent banter, exchange of ideas, and attentiveness. An atmosphere I had only dreamed of became reality. The academics at Columbia have prevailed throughout my entire college search. The instant I entered the door, colloquy permeated the room as teacher and student voiced theories, hypotheses, and conclusions of scientific research. Rapt by their confabulation, I was lost in a reverie that one imminent day, their jargon would become my vernacular.
For years I was sent to a private Christian school, only to be bullied and tormented by rich, obnoxious students. Placed into a public elementary school, I found true friends, but still, I felt unhappy. No one seemed to care why the Mentos blew up the soda liter; no one coveted the microscopes or handled them with care. My parents saw my agony with these dispassionate kids and we moved to San Ramon. I attended Dougherty Valley, the high school with the extremely challenging classes, champion of academics in the district. Everyday, students spoke with such eloquence and reason, the conversation I always yearned for. Even our cross-country team was deemed the NCS Scholastic Athletes. I was home.
In senior year, I remembered graduation was soon; I would be homeless unless I searched for somewhere new. And then I came across the Columbia. As I strolled down Columbia walk, I instantly felt the camaraderie among students. Chatting with avant-garde scholars, I was delighted with the intelligent banter, exchange of ideas, and attentiveness. An atmosphere I had only dreamed of became reality. The academics at Columbia have prevailed throughout my entire college search. The instant I entered the door, colloquy permeated the room as teacher and student voiced theories, hypotheses, and conclusions of scientific research. Rapt by their confabulation, I was lost in a reverie that one imminent day, their jargon would become my vernacular.