Prompt: What makes Stanford a good place for you?
I feel like this is a bunch of crap but i'm completely shot for ideas right now...I just hope that it gets across how much I really want to go to Stanford. please edit and give me your feedback!
Out of all the colleges I have seen in the past few years-and I have seen many-none is as vividly etched in my mind as Stanford is. The three weeks I spent there in the summer of 2008 are on perpetual replay in my mind.
In times of nostalgia I am called back to Jerry House, where I spent the bulk of my time on campus, sharing living space with bright and ambitious students from all over the world. Thinking back, I recall early morning runs around the dried basin of "Lake" Langunita. I remember breakfast at Flo-mo Hall, capture-the-flag games in the Main Quad, and frenetic essay writing sessions in the CoHo coffee shop, surrounded by animated caricatures of renowned Stanford alumni. Most of all, I remember ascending to the top of Hoover Tower, where I looked dumbfounded out across the sunny swath of Stanford Campus and felt replete with joy.
Stanford is more to me than a great college and a prestigious name. When I was there, I felt alive, as if there was a humming in the air--something barely discernable, but incredibly potent. My three weeks at Stanford afforded me a window into what my college life could be like, and the view from where I stood was sublime.
When I left Stanford, I departed with the full intention of pooling all my energies into returning. Stanford is more to me than amazing academic and extracurricular opportunities, just as it is more to me than a batch of fond memories. Stanford is a route unraveling to a destination not yet known, leading me away from my dreary, Tennessee hometown to a place where I can carve out my own vision of life. Stanford is quite frankly all I could want for in a college.
I feel like this is a bunch of crap but i'm completely shot for ideas right now...I just hope that it gets across how much I really want to go to Stanford. please edit and give me your feedback!
Out of all the colleges I have seen in the past few years-and I have seen many-none is as vividly etched in my mind as Stanford is. The three weeks I spent there in the summer of 2008 are on perpetual replay in my mind.
In times of nostalgia I am called back to Jerry House, where I spent the bulk of my time on campus, sharing living space with bright and ambitious students from all over the world. Thinking back, I recall early morning runs around the dried basin of "Lake" Langunita. I remember breakfast at Flo-mo Hall, capture-the-flag games in the Main Quad, and frenetic essay writing sessions in the CoHo coffee shop, surrounded by animated caricatures of renowned Stanford alumni. Most of all, I remember ascending to the top of Hoover Tower, where I looked dumbfounded out across the sunny swath of Stanford Campus and felt replete with joy.
Stanford is more to me than a great college and a prestigious name. When I was there, I felt alive, as if there was a humming in the air--something barely discernable, but incredibly potent. My three weeks at Stanford afforded me a window into what my college life could be like, and the view from where I stood was sublime.
When I left Stanford, I departed with the full intention of pooling all my energies into returning. Stanford is more to me than amazing academic and extracurricular opportunities, just as it is more to me than a batch of fond memories. Stanford is a route unraveling to a destination not yet known, leading me away from my dreary, Tennessee hometown to a place where I can carve out my own vision of life. Stanford is quite frankly all I could want for in a college.
