I really want to go to Stanford and will do anything to improve! please give me helpful suggestions.
The prompt is Virtually all of Stanford's undergraduates live on campus. Write a note to your future roommate that reveals something about you or that will help your roommate - and us - know you better.
Back in the day when I was little menace to society, my mother enrolled me in a ballet class, fully equipped with the pinks tights, tutus and ballet slippers. As soon as the teacher instructed the class to get in tune with their inner ballerina, I took off my tutu and strutted out the door. Asserting my independence at the young age of six was a harder task than I imagined. I never thought that going out on my own would include parading around in dance studio wearing every shade of pink imaginable. You see, while my mother wanted me to find my niche in the dancing world, I was more concerned with following my brothers around. I yearned to be the girl who knew how to throw a curve ball and could recite the full lineup of the New York Yankees. I spent ages six to twelve fighting to separate myself from the color pink. When that never happened, I promised to myself that I would never try to be like one of the boys. I was going to be that strong and independent girl who had the courage to stand up to that wacky ballerina teacher. Now, at seventeen, I am that girl who can play a game of basketball while sporting five inch heels. I have created my own niche in society; one fitted for independent women who can surprise the world at every unexpected corner. So roomie, are you ready to experience my niche?
The prompt is Virtually all of Stanford's undergraduates live on campus. Write a note to your future roommate that reveals something about you or that will help your roommate - and us - know you better.
Back in the day when I was little menace to society, my mother enrolled me in a ballet class, fully equipped with the pinks tights, tutus and ballet slippers. As soon as the teacher instructed the class to get in tune with their inner ballerina, I took off my tutu and strutted out the door. Asserting my independence at the young age of six was a harder task than I imagined. I never thought that going out on my own would include parading around in dance studio wearing every shade of pink imaginable. You see, while my mother wanted me to find my niche in the dancing world, I was more concerned with following my brothers around. I yearned to be the girl who knew how to throw a curve ball and could recite the full lineup of the New York Yankees. I spent ages six to twelve fighting to separate myself from the color pink. When that never happened, I promised to myself that I would never try to be like one of the boys. I was going to be that strong and independent girl who had the courage to stand up to that wacky ballerina teacher. Now, at seventeen, I am that girl who can play a game of basketball while sporting five inch heels. I have created my own niche in society; one fitted for independent women who can surprise the world at every unexpected corner. So roomie, are you ready to experience my niche?