It's suppose to be 1500 characters, this one is around 1300-1400.
I'm not sure if I fully answer the prompt. I've asked several people but some people say I do and some people say I don't so I'm really confused.
Also is writing about the Low Steps... superficial?
Prompt: Please tell us what you find most appealing about Columbia and why:
I spent the first years of my life in a trailer in the country. Out there everyone sat on the steps of their porch as they talked, read, or stared off into the distance. But then times changed, and bills piled up. So we moved to an apartment in the city. Everything about the city was different, but there was one thing that seemed to pervade: everyone still sat on the steps and talked. So I clung to that and I built my home around it.
Last year someone told me that I should apply to Columbia University.
"Where is it?" I asked.
"New York City. Just look it up, okay?"
"Oh. Okay, I will." I'll admit that I replied rather insincerely. I originally had no intention of going so far from home for college. But I said I would look it up and so I did. I scoured through tons of information, falling in love with everything from the core to the research, but not quite reaching the breaking point. I needed a push and I found it. The magnificent Low steps filled with so many different people talking, studying, eating, and watching people play games all around them. I could imagine myself sitting there on a nice day reading about quantum mechanics or Dante's Inferno. It gave me a feeling I hadn't felt at any other school I'd looked at. I could fit in, I could stand out, I could be challenged, and most importantly I could make a home.
I'm not sure if I fully answer the prompt. I've asked several people but some people say I do and some people say I don't so I'm really confused.
Also is writing about the Low Steps... superficial?
Prompt: Please tell us what you find most appealing about Columbia and why:
I spent the first years of my life in a trailer in the country. Out there everyone sat on the steps of their porch as they talked, read, or stared off into the distance. But then times changed, and bills piled up. So we moved to an apartment in the city. Everything about the city was different, but there was one thing that seemed to pervade: everyone still sat on the steps and talked. So I clung to that and I built my home around it.
Last year someone told me that I should apply to Columbia University.
"Where is it?" I asked.
"New York City. Just look it up, okay?"
"Oh. Okay, I will." I'll admit that I replied rather insincerely. I originally had no intention of going so far from home for college. But I said I would look it up and so I did. I scoured through tons of information, falling in love with everything from the core to the research, but not quite reaching the breaking point. I needed a push and I found it. The magnificent Low steps filled with so many different people talking, studying, eating, and watching people play games all around them. I could imagine myself sitting there on a nice day reading about quantum mechanics or Dante's Inferno. It gave me a feeling I hadn't felt at any other school I'd looked at. I could fit in, I could stand out, I could be challenged, and most importantly I could make a home.