I wrote a different why stanford essay earlier and i thought this is a much better fit.
Soo here it goes
I spent my first three weeks at Stanford University when I was fourteen. I was an incoming high school freshman taken aback by the picturesque campus with its red tiled roofs and green plains. I was overwhelmed by the feverishly peddling bikers and the excited students jumping from one fountain to another, not to mention I was taking a calculus course. The whole experience was shock, to say the least. I left that summer, eager to learn what Stanford was all about. I knew that Stanford was a prestigious university, but that meant nothing to me. I wanted to discover what was special about Stanford. I decided to embark on that 3,000 mile journey once more the following year. With the Stanford map imprinted in my brain, I was ready to discover different aspects of Stanford. One Sunday afternoon, I explored the campus to find a basketball court that was covered with the entire text of Dante's Inferno. I soon found out that this court was used to study for an exam. This instantly gave me a feel for the types of students Stanford breeds. I left that year with a clear depiction of Stanford students.
When I envision myself at a university, I don't just dream about the various courses to choose from. I dream about the discussions I will have with my fellow classmates at two in the morning when we are completely drained from a week long of classes. I do not want to go to a school where the learning stops at the door of the classroom. My surroundings should be filled with passionate and curious students who yearn to express their exciting realizations while walking on the quad. At Stanford, I know this dream will become a reality. After three summers, I have finally realizes what is special about Stanford; its people.
Soo here it goes
I spent my first three weeks at Stanford University when I was fourteen. I was an incoming high school freshman taken aback by the picturesque campus with its red tiled roofs and green plains. I was overwhelmed by the feverishly peddling bikers and the excited students jumping from one fountain to another, not to mention I was taking a calculus course. The whole experience was shock, to say the least. I left that summer, eager to learn what Stanford was all about. I knew that Stanford was a prestigious university, but that meant nothing to me. I wanted to discover what was special about Stanford. I decided to embark on that 3,000 mile journey once more the following year. With the Stanford map imprinted in my brain, I was ready to discover different aspects of Stanford. One Sunday afternoon, I explored the campus to find a basketball court that was covered with the entire text of Dante's Inferno. I soon found out that this court was used to study for an exam. This instantly gave me a feel for the types of students Stanford breeds. I left that year with a clear depiction of Stanford students.
When I envision myself at a university, I don't just dream about the various courses to choose from. I dream about the discussions I will have with my fellow classmates at two in the morning when we are completely drained from a week long of classes. I do not want to go to a school where the learning stops at the door of the classroom. My surroundings should be filled with passionate and curious students who yearn to express their exciting realizations while walking on the quad. At Stanford, I know this dream will become a reality. After three summers, I have finally realizes what is special about Stanford; its people.