There is a Quaker saying: "Let your life speak." Describe the environment in which you were raised-your family, home, neighborhood or community-and how it influenced the person you are today. (Required length 200-250 words)
My grandma says that my family's house is what happens when both parents work double shift every day. However, having spent a lifetime in it, I opine it is more than that. My house is what happens when your mom conserves her childhood belongings deep into her adulthood, when your dad can get fixated on even a paper clip, and when your brother is fond of ordering online from distant countries.
Whenever I visited other houses as a child, I felt like I was stepping on a parallel universe. There were similarities between others' houses and mine, like beige-colored walls and south-facing windows but, from then on, everything else was unfamiliar. The books stood side by side on the shelf, vertically, and not on top of each other, horizontally. Power switches never popped out of their site. Unopened boxes of outdoors lights and camera rockets weren't part of the decoration. And even though I looked for one everywhere, I could never find it; I could never found a corner where rare rocks collected from family trips were kept.
Nevertheless, even at that age I knew I preferred my house because, how could I use my pottery wheel in an entrance hallway that always needed to be neat? How could I conduct ecological research in a garden with cropped grass? And now, I think: What other family, different from the one that made this house what it is, would stand eating in a table covered in my math writings?
Please briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences. (150 word limit.)
The girl asked me her question in the middle of the dinosaurs' video playing. She tapped at my knee to make me notice her since I was absorbed, watching.
"Do you know... why they aren't here anymore?"
That was when the rest of the kids focused on me too; their face with the stare from when they wanted us volunteers to read them a book, and paint stains courtesy of art class.
I begin nodding, but then stopped. I half-nodded.
"Is it true that a giant rock came from space and squashed them?"
I smiled, and suddenly knew exactly what to do. I told them stories, about furious volcanoes and moving continents, about red skies and raised dust, about coldness and a Sun to not be seen anywhere. The meteorite, which they kept asking about, came last.
"And so, how do the dinosaurs extinguished?"
"That's a mystery." I answered.
NOTE: Is it alright if I talk about a volunteer experience in this essay?
Thank you so much!
My grandma says that my family's house is what happens when both parents work double shift every day. However, having spent a lifetime in it, I opine it is more than that. My house is what happens when your mom conserves her childhood belongings deep into her adulthood, when your dad can get fixated on even a paper clip, and when your brother is fond of ordering online from distant countries.
Whenever I visited other houses as a child, I felt like I was stepping on a parallel universe. There were similarities between others' houses and mine, like beige-colored walls and south-facing windows but, from then on, everything else was unfamiliar. The books stood side by side on the shelf, vertically, and not on top of each other, horizontally. Power switches never popped out of their site. Unopened boxes of outdoors lights and camera rockets weren't part of the decoration. And even though I looked for one everywhere, I could never find it; I could never found a corner where rare rocks collected from family trips were kept.
Nevertheless, even at that age I knew I preferred my house because, how could I use my pottery wheel in an entrance hallway that always needed to be neat? How could I conduct ecological research in a garden with cropped grass? And now, I think: What other family, different from the one that made this house what it is, would stand eating in a table covered in my math writings?
Please briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences. (150 word limit.)
The girl asked me her question in the middle of the dinosaurs' video playing. She tapped at my knee to make me notice her since I was absorbed, watching.
"Do you know... why they aren't here anymore?"
That was when the rest of the kids focused on me too; their face with the stare from when they wanted us volunteers to read them a book, and paint stains courtesy of art class.
I begin nodding, but then stopped. I half-nodded.
"Is it true that a giant rock came from space and squashed them?"
I smiled, and suddenly knew exactly what to do. I told them stories, about furious volcanoes and moving continents, about red skies and raised dust, about coldness and a Sun to not be seen anywhere. The meteorite, which they kept asking about, came last.
"And so, how do the dinosaurs extinguished?"
"That's a mystery." I answered.
NOTE: Is it alright if I talk about a volunteer experience in this essay?
Thank you so much!
