Hamilton is a school that teaches students to speak and write clearly. I wrote the essay based on a true story. Please help me have a look. Thanks a lot!
Why Hamilton
I have two habits since childhood. The first one is making friends; the second one is chatting with them. After travelling together in the world of history, politics, and our future dreams, I was always extremely excited for finding another bosom friend. Since then I had enjoyed the happiness of speaking and was eager to talk to anyone.
One day in August 2008, I got the news that one of our schoolmates, Ding, was going to study in an American college. He was an outstanding figure in our school. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to meet him, not to mention talk. I went to the farewell party excitedly, but was quite embarrassed because I didn't know what to talk about. At last, I put forward the most awkward question.
"Excuse me, which school are you going?"
"Hamilton."
I never heard of this word, but I still imprint the name on my memory. It was a pity that my first meeting him was also the last. Before saying goodbye, an idea popped into my mind: I can get his e-mail. Upon arriving home, I sent a long e-mail fully expressed my wishes.
More than I could imagine at that time, the e-mail started our communication which extended for a year when I established friendship with him. Making a friend purely by written words, I began realizing the magic of writing. Meanwhile, I read everything in his blog: form the start of the new student orientation in August 23rd, to his first composition spent 10 hours to finish.... Finishing the last feast: Class and Charter Day on May, 9th, 2009, I suddenly felt a loss facing the long holiday with nothing to read regularly every Friday evening: I have to wait for three months for the next semester. I found the excitement of reading a novel in which both the swimming test and alcohol had been engraved in my mind. I anticipated the Season II and even wanted to live in that colorful world myself.
Last month, my friend Zack showed me his new issued magazine. Turning the pages, I was shocked by one article: it was from Ding's blog. "No kidding." I laughed, "This is a free write. How can you use this?"
"Read this," Zack said, "read the opinion, demonstration and logic. I think it's worth putting in a magazine. Then I e-mailed him for publication."
"He is really a great writer," I thought. "Did the college teach this?" I entered the site of Hamilton with the question. Three words flashed: write, learn, and think. Yes, the answer was here. I made the decision to apply almost at once. But the reasons behind had accumulated for years when I logged in his blog every Friday, when I typed each word in my e-mails with genuine emotion, and when I talked with my friends happily.
My reflection did not end. Had not I loved talking with everyone, I would not have made so many friends; had not I written that long e-mail on a whim to one I met only once, I would not have met Hamilton, either. For me, the power of language rests in happiness and satisfaction of communication. Why am I applying for Hamilton? More than any ambition, I am looking for a place where I can learn how to express my thoughts to get resonance and friendship. Maybe when I am writing, a next child like me is also constructing his dream in my words.
I felt some my habits: writing and talking match the feature of the school. I am not sure if I express the meaning well enough because I tell the story in most words. Please review...Thanks!
Why Hamilton
I have two habits since childhood. The first one is making friends; the second one is chatting with them. After travelling together in the world of history, politics, and our future dreams, I was always extremely excited for finding another bosom friend. Since then I had enjoyed the happiness of speaking and was eager to talk to anyone.
One day in August 2008, I got the news that one of our schoolmates, Ding, was going to study in an American college. He was an outstanding figure in our school. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to meet him, not to mention talk. I went to the farewell party excitedly, but was quite embarrassed because I didn't know what to talk about. At last, I put forward the most awkward question.
"Excuse me, which school are you going?"
"Hamilton."
I never heard of this word, but I still imprint the name on my memory. It was a pity that my first meeting him was also the last. Before saying goodbye, an idea popped into my mind: I can get his e-mail. Upon arriving home, I sent a long e-mail fully expressed my wishes.
More than I could imagine at that time, the e-mail started our communication which extended for a year when I established friendship with him. Making a friend purely by written words, I began realizing the magic of writing. Meanwhile, I read everything in his blog: form the start of the new student orientation in August 23rd, to his first composition spent 10 hours to finish.... Finishing the last feast: Class and Charter Day on May, 9th, 2009, I suddenly felt a loss facing the long holiday with nothing to read regularly every Friday evening: I have to wait for three months for the next semester. I found the excitement of reading a novel in which both the swimming test and alcohol had been engraved in my mind. I anticipated the Season II and even wanted to live in that colorful world myself.
Last month, my friend Zack showed me his new issued magazine. Turning the pages, I was shocked by one article: it was from Ding's blog. "No kidding." I laughed, "This is a free write. How can you use this?"
"Read this," Zack said, "read the opinion, demonstration and logic. I think it's worth putting in a magazine. Then I e-mailed him for publication."
"He is really a great writer," I thought. "Did the college teach this?" I entered the site of Hamilton with the question. Three words flashed: write, learn, and think. Yes, the answer was here. I made the decision to apply almost at once. But the reasons behind had accumulated for years when I logged in his blog every Friday, when I typed each word in my e-mails with genuine emotion, and when I talked with my friends happily.
My reflection did not end. Had not I loved talking with everyone, I would not have made so many friends; had not I written that long e-mail on a whim to one I met only once, I would not have met Hamilton, either. For me, the power of language rests in happiness and satisfaction of communication. Why am I applying for Hamilton? More than any ambition, I am looking for a place where I can learn how to express my thoughts to get resonance and friendship. Maybe when I am writing, a next child like me is also constructing his dream in my words.
I felt some my habits: writing and talking match the feature of the school. I am not sure if I express the meaning well enough because I tell the story in most words. Please review...Thanks!