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What is your intended major? Discuss how your interest in the subject developed and describe any experience you have had in the field-such as volunteer work, internships and employment, participation in student organizations and activities-and what you have gained from your involvement.
I once grew a beard that rewarded me with more insight towards tolerance than I ever would have imagined. Born into a conservative Iranian family and raised as an open-minded American, my moral judgments were always conflicting between the two. In one hand, I had the freedom of expression; in the other, I had the inhibition of change. Fed up feeling of powerless, I decided to retaliate with a 6-month facial hair project. Through this, I wanted to challenge preconceived notions about facial hair and carry out the respect and admiration that beards deserved.
Times had changed, and so had my family's tolerance with facial hair. It was during the Iranian Revolution that my parents had fled for America where they eventually abandoned all ties with Iranian politicians, including the infamous beards they wore. As a result, the idea of having their Iranian-American child growing a beard seemed culturally and socially offensive. At times they were dispiriting, often comparing me to that of their pre-American leaders. Yet, as time grew, so did their admiration to this cause. Although my father had once attempted to bribe me out of it altogether, I reminded him that my intentions were strong and immovable.
What is your intended major? Discuss how your interest in the subject developed and describe any experience you have had in the field-such as volunteer work, internships and employment, participation in student organizations and activities-and what you have gained from your involvement.
I once grew a beard that rewarded me with more insight towards tolerance than I ever would have imagined. Born into a conservative Iranian family and raised as an open-minded American, my moral judgments were always conflicting between the two. In one hand, I had the freedom of expression; in the other, I had the inhibition of change. Fed up feeling of powerless, I decided to retaliate with a 6-month facial hair project. Through this, I wanted to challenge preconceived notions about facial hair and carry out the respect and admiration that beards deserved.
Times had changed, and so had my family's tolerance with facial hair. It was during the Iranian Revolution that my parents had fled for America where they eventually abandoned all ties with Iranian politicians, including the infamous beards they wore. As a result, the idea of having their Iranian-American child growing a beard seemed culturally and socially offensive. At times they were dispiriting, often comparing me to that of their pre-American leaders. Yet, as time grew, so did their admiration to this cause. Although my father had once attempted to bribe me out of it altogether, I reminded him that my intentions were strong and immovable.