PROMT: Regardless of whether or not you have an intended major or concentration, please elaborate on an academic area of interest and how you wish to explore it at NYU's campuses in New York or Abu Dhabi or at one of our global academic centers around the world. Please share any activities or experiences you have had that have cultivated your intellectual interests leading you to choose to study at the NYU campus of your choice.
I need to cut it to 1500 characters and this is way too long :(
I want to be remembered. I have always wanted my future occupation to be not only beneficial to society but also impactful to the world. Growing up in New York City, the financial capital of the world, I realize how critically the economy can affect everyday life. In the last few years, I noticed that a lot of people became unemployed. Sleeping during the subway commute on the way to school became impossible. It was bound to be disturbed by homeless people asking for help. At first I was annoyed and I did not understand why they were asking for help on the subway instead of looking for a job. They looked capable enough to me. So, I did not pay much attention to their speeches.
The breaking down of a willing and capable worker changed my opinion. It was another ordinary weekday when a tanned and muscular man boarded the subway. He wore a Yankees cap, black baggy jeans, and a wrinkled shirt that was tainted by different shades of paint flakes. Standing at least 6 feet tall, this man's presence demanded respect. He grabbed the bar to avoid falling as the train burst into motion. His head turned left and right as if he was confused. After moments of hesitation, he took off his cap, covered his mouth and cleared his throat. No response. He licked his upper lip and did it louder again. This time, the rest of the train looked up. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking for the right words. At last, in a loud and polite voice, he explained he was fired from the construction site and he can't afford food for his 2 year-old child. He asked for help and stated that both change and food would be greatly appreciated. He let go of the grip of the bar, leaving a wet handprint, and staggered across the train. As he approached, the passengers looked away and pretended to sleep. Halfway across the train, his cap remained empty. He cried. He looked up to stop the tears from escaping his eyes. He remained still until the train reached the next stop, then he ran out.
In this dreadful economy, people cannot afford daily necessities not because they are lazy but they simply cannot find a job. There will be will economic policies. I want to be part of that pivotal point of American economy. I want to contribute to that change.
I need to cut it to 1500 characters and this is way too long :(
I want to be remembered. I have always wanted my future occupation to be not only beneficial to society but also impactful to the world. Growing up in New York City, the financial capital of the world, I realize how critically the economy can affect everyday life. In the last few years, I noticed that a lot of people became unemployed. Sleeping during the subway commute on the way to school became impossible. It was bound to be disturbed by homeless people asking for help. At first I was annoyed and I did not understand why they were asking for help on the subway instead of looking for a job. They looked capable enough to me. So, I did not pay much attention to their speeches.
The breaking down of a willing and capable worker changed my opinion. It was another ordinary weekday when a tanned and muscular man boarded the subway. He wore a Yankees cap, black baggy jeans, and a wrinkled shirt that was tainted by different shades of paint flakes. Standing at least 6 feet tall, this man's presence demanded respect. He grabbed the bar to avoid falling as the train burst into motion. His head turned left and right as if he was confused. After moments of hesitation, he took off his cap, covered his mouth and cleared his throat. No response. He licked his upper lip and did it louder again. This time, the rest of the train looked up. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking for the right words. At last, in a loud and polite voice, he explained he was fired from the construction site and he can't afford food for his 2 year-old child. He asked for help and stated that both change and food would be greatly appreciated. He let go of the grip of the bar, leaving a wet handprint, and staggered across the train. As he approached, the passengers looked away and pretended to sleep. Halfway across the train, his cap remained empty. He cried. He looked up to stop the tears from escaping his eyes. He remained still until the train reached the next stop, then he ran out.
In this dreadful economy, people cannot afford daily necessities not because they are lazy but they simply cannot find a job. There will be will economic policies. I want to be part of that pivotal point of American economy. I want to contribute to that change.
