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I'm applying to Jacobs University in Bremen, Germany. This is the supplement essay that the required. Here's the topic :
Please fill the space below with something that you find especially interesting or important. This may be a written text, a drawing, a graphic or photographic image, a poem, a collage, or whatever you would like.
November 22, 2062
The streets were wider than I remember them to be, but the heavy flux of automated vehicles and pedestrians made the difference less profound. It had been a long time since I walked those roads...
We both kept walking; I could hardly keep up with his sporadically energetic gait.
"Are we there yet? You told me it was just a short walk. I really hungry!" he said.
I looked at him with amusement. It was an unusually cold winter evening, yet Anshuman behaved as though we were just at strolling by the beach while I was feeling as though the chill would freeze the air in my lungs! How I envy his youth and innocence.
I bought him a pack of M'n'M Mooncandies and we continued to walk. I wondered if it would still be there. It seemed like an eternity had passed since I had last seen the place. Everything about the place had changed. Empty plots and shaded, old bungalows had now given rise to commercial buildings. We took a turn and entered the older residential block. It was relatively unchanged as compared to the rest of the area. And then I saw it, just the same as it had been. The building brought a feeling of nostalgia and reminded me of some very pleasant memories I had there.
"Is this the place you told me about Granpa?" asked Anshuman.
Yes, it was. After so many years, returning to that place was like making a pilgrimage. It was my dance school - the place that formed a focal part of my life while growing up.
"It looks so old! What do they do here now?" he questioned and broke my trance.
I wondered the same, but did it matter? It is irrelevant for what purpose the building is used now. But to me, it still is my dance school. I can still recall all the times I hurt myself trying to learn and perfect endless number of complex dance routines; the times my teacher scolded me for being late for recital practices; the invaluable friendships I cultivated there; the instances of stress when I earnestly looked forward to spending time at the studio to soothe my mind and all the little moments of joy that made growing up a much more pleasant experience for me. Even in moments of despair, it was the only place I found solace and hope.
There are some things in life that are transitory and go by without making a difference to us, but then there are some that alter our lives and define us as people. The six years I spent in the dance school have been one of the defining phases of my life. It was the place that taught me to love to dance and to live through my dance. Emotion is the thing that separates dance from movement and this was where I learnt to communicate in a way that transcends mere words. In the confines of the studio my spirit defied the rules of gravity and space. It drove my body across the room and allowed me to achieve much through my dance and brought me unsurpassable joy.
But most importantly, it wasn't just within the periphery of this building that I learnt to let myself be uninhibited. Dance itself allowed me to effuse the joy I felt while dancing to all aspects of my life. Just like stumbling, falling and injuries are part of being a dancer, setbacks and adversities are a part of life. Only through dance could I correlate such concepts and work to achieve positive results. Dancing gave me much more than happiness; it taught me to be disciplined, to be persevering, to believe in myself and more importantly to love something passionately. Even though it has been about fifty years since I last danced in my dance school, all the fond memories I gained there are as vivid as a palette full of vibrant colours...
"Granpa! You've been staring at the building for more than 10 minutes! Are you alright?!" Anshuman said, looking at me with his curious eyes.
"Sorry dear, I was just recalling some memories. It's been so long."
"Did you have fun here?"
"More than just fun my child. It's something that I will cherish all my life."
"I find it hard to imagine you could dance! You've always been so old and had white hair!"
"Who said I'm old? You think I can't race you home?"
"Are you kidding me?" asked Anshuman with surprise.
"Try to beat me if you can!"
And we both walked on....
Thank you for reading, I'm going to add a small picture collage after the essay.
What do think about the idea? I am open to any suggestions. Does it fit the topic? Please correct me on grammar wherever required and if there is something excess ofr unnecessary please help me edit it. :) THANKS again!
I'm applying to Jacobs University in Bremen, Germany. This is the supplement essay that the required. Here's the topic :
Please fill the space below with something that you find especially interesting or important. This may be a written text, a drawing, a graphic or photographic image, a poem, a collage, or whatever you would like.
November 22, 2062
The streets were wider than I remember them to be, but the heavy flux of automated vehicles and pedestrians made the difference less profound. It had been a long time since I walked those roads...
We both kept walking; I could hardly keep up with his sporadically energetic gait.
"Are we there yet? You told me it was just a short walk. I really hungry!" he said.
I looked at him with amusement. It was an unusually cold winter evening, yet Anshuman behaved as though we were just at strolling by the beach while I was feeling as though the chill would freeze the air in my lungs! How I envy his youth and innocence.
I bought him a pack of M'n'M Mooncandies and we continued to walk. I wondered if it would still be there. It seemed like an eternity had passed since I had last seen the place. Everything about the place had changed. Empty plots and shaded, old bungalows had now given rise to commercial buildings. We took a turn and entered the older residential block. It was relatively unchanged as compared to the rest of the area. And then I saw it, just the same as it had been. The building brought a feeling of nostalgia and reminded me of some very pleasant memories I had there.
"Is this the place you told me about Granpa?" asked Anshuman.
Yes, it was. After so many years, returning to that place was like making a pilgrimage. It was my dance school - the place that formed a focal part of my life while growing up.
"It looks so old! What do they do here now?" he questioned and broke my trance.
I wondered the same, but did it matter? It is irrelevant for what purpose the building is used now. But to me, it still is my dance school. I can still recall all the times I hurt myself trying to learn and perfect endless number of complex dance routines; the times my teacher scolded me for being late for recital practices; the invaluable friendships I cultivated there; the instances of stress when I earnestly looked forward to spending time at the studio to soothe my mind and all the little moments of joy that made growing up a much more pleasant experience for me. Even in moments of despair, it was the only place I found solace and hope.
There are some things in life that are transitory and go by without making a difference to us, but then there are some that alter our lives and define us as people. The six years I spent in the dance school have been one of the defining phases of my life. It was the place that taught me to love to dance and to live through my dance. Emotion is the thing that separates dance from movement and this was where I learnt to communicate in a way that transcends mere words. In the confines of the studio my spirit defied the rules of gravity and space. It drove my body across the room and allowed me to achieve much through my dance and brought me unsurpassable joy.
But most importantly, it wasn't just within the periphery of this building that I learnt to let myself be uninhibited. Dance itself allowed me to effuse the joy I felt while dancing to all aspects of my life. Just like stumbling, falling and injuries are part of being a dancer, setbacks and adversities are a part of life. Only through dance could I correlate such concepts and work to achieve positive results. Dancing gave me much more than happiness; it taught me to be disciplined, to be persevering, to believe in myself and more importantly to love something passionately. Even though it has been about fifty years since I last danced in my dance school, all the fond memories I gained there are as vivid as a palette full of vibrant colours...
"Granpa! You've been staring at the building for more than 10 minutes! Are you alright?!" Anshuman said, looking at me with his curious eyes.
"Sorry dear, I was just recalling some memories. It's been so long."
"Did you have fun here?"
"More than just fun my child. It's something that I will cherish all my life."
"I find it hard to imagine you could dance! You've always been so old and had white hair!"
"Who said I'm old? You think I can't race you home?"
"Are you kidding me?" asked Anshuman with surprise.
"Try to beat me if you can!"
And we both walked on....
Thank you for reading, I'm going to add a small picture collage after the essay.
What do think about the idea? I am open to any suggestions. Does it fit the topic? Please correct me on grammar wherever required and if there is something excess ofr unnecessary please help me edit it. :) THANKS again!