Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it.
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The results of a midnight research binge on the fundamental particles took me through quantum physics and somehow deposited me at a Quora post explaining the nature of reality. Now I have yet another mystery to add to my work under process journal: if consciousness is supposed to be the fundamental basis of reality, why can't we control our bodies which are just empty space and quantum fields?
It is as if I came pre-programmed to question the very answers; to take it upon myself to one day answer the unanswerable. Pair this with an unquenchable thirst of knowledge that I inherited from my father along with a very crooked nose; I usually don't require sleep at 2 am in the night. I require an understanding of the workings of this universe. Scribbling through the bundle of journals on my desk, I connect every piece of information, from the composition of the color mauve to the theory of relativity, aiming to make the world around me make sense. Even when doing so, however, newer thoughts flood my mind. "Where do thoughts even come from?" Not two pages later is the newest quest: "Can chickens recognize themselves if a mirror is put in front of them?"
According to Bruce Lee, "A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer" and I suppose I look just that while asking more questions in our physics class than I can count: a fool. But seriously, why is it not possible for momentum to be hidden to human eyes like how kinetic energy can be hidden as heat? I have never been satisfied with the overly simplified answers that I get at times, "It's the law of conservation of momentum" for one. My journal continues to expand.
I believe my intellectual curiosity is a result of my childhood experiences which have fueled my passion for learning inside and outside the classroom. My playground used to be a jumble of old circuit boards, spare electric wires, and an assortment of broken appliances. I spent hours disassembling and tinkering with the amazing treasures I found lying around our garage, all while mapping my questions and discoveries on a journal. Looking back at this journal, I realize that my childhood playtime allowed me to discover the irresistible appeal of imaginative questions and their fascinating answers that has now become an integral part of my life.
Now, although my playground has upgraded to consist of edX courses, articles, researches, and experiments, I continue to apply my curiosity to all aspects of my life. From wondering "What makes us human?" to "What is computable?" my journal continues to grow and so does my passion to unveil our world's best kept secrets. As I make use of apps like Reddit to learn from people with perspectives different from my own, I aim for my journal and myself to keep growing with every passing day. By refusing to accept the obvious explanation and refusing to settle for a superficial understanding, my goal is to one day be among the greatest innovators of all times, who were able to leave a mark on this world because of their intellectual curiosity. Who knows one day I might succeed at cracking the code of the nature of reality but till then, my journal and I are a work under process.
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I'd be really grateful if you review this essay of mine. Please point out any grammatical errors and areas of improvements. Thanks!
The results of a midnight research binge on the fundamental particles took me through quantum physics and somehow deposited me at a Quora post explaining the nature of reality. Now I have yet another mystery to add to my work under process journal: if consciousness is supposed to be the fundamental basis of reality, why can't we control our bodies which are just empty space and quantum fields?
It is as if I came pre-programmed to question the very answers; to take it upon myself to one day answer the unanswerable. Pair this with an unquenchable thirst of knowledge that I inherited from my father along with a very crooked nose; I usually don't require sleep at 2 am in the night. I require an understanding of the workings of this universe. Scribbling through the bundle of journals on my desk, I connect every piece of information, from the composition of the color mauve to the theory of relativity, aiming to make the world around me make sense. Even when doing so, however, newer thoughts flood my mind. "Where do thoughts even come from?" Not two pages later is the newest quest: "Can chickens recognize themselves if a mirror is put in front of them?"
According to Bruce Lee, "A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer" and I suppose I look just that while asking more questions in our physics class than I can count: a fool. But seriously, why is it not possible for momentum to be hidden to human eyes like how kinetic energy can be hidden as heat? I have never been satisfied with the overly simplified answers that I get at times, "It's the law of conservation of momentum" for one. My journal continues to expand.
I believe my intellectual curiosity is a result of my childhood experiences which have fueled my passion for learning inside and outside the classroom. My playground used to be a jumble of old circuit boards, spare electric wires, and an assortment of broken appliances. I spent hours disassembling and tinkering with the amazing treasures I found lying around our garage, all while mapping my questions and discoveries on a journal. Looking back at this journal, I realize that my childhood playtime allowed me to discover the irresistible appeal of imaginative questions and their fascinating answers that has now become an integral part of my life.
Now, although my playground has upgraded to consist of edX courses, articles, researches, and experiments, I continue to apply my curiosity to all aspects of my life. From wondering "What makes us human?" to "What is computable?" my journal continues to grow and so does my passion to unveil our world's best kept secrets. As I make use of apps like Reddit to learn from people with perspectives different from my own, I aim for my journal and myself to keep growing with every passing day. By refusing to accept the obvious explanation and refusing to settle for a superficial understanding, my goal is to one day be among the greatest innovators of all times, who were able to leave a mark on this world because of their intellectual curiosity. Who knows one day I might succeed at cracking the code of the nature of reality but till then, my journal and I are a work under process.
