What intrigues you? Tell us about one work of art, scientific achievement, piece of literature, method of communication, or place in the world (a film, book, performance, website, event, location, etc.), and explain its significance to you. 1500
Concordant major and minor scales do nothing but bore me. Mundane paintings of fruit and birds should be hung only in offices. So what's intriguing? Romanticism: a reaction to the Industrial Revolution emphasizing awe in aesthetic pursuits. That's boring. Romanticism, visceral and raw, sought emotion and frenzy from its followers, to please no one but themselves until those hot, strange tears spilled on the face in passionate, human agony. At five, when I first started piano lessons, I preferred dynamics over technicality. Since, I've explored the twisted worlds of Chopin and Tchaikovsky until mellifluous melodies flowed in my head and out through my hands. Over the years, I've learned all of Chopin's Nocturnes and memorized The Tempest, my favorite of all Beethoven's movements. I'm drained after I play Romantic music, the energy and anger and passion stormed onto ivory until I am left in stupor. But the delight doesn't end at sound. Turner paints dreamscapes, as I call them, terrifying portrayals of nature overpowering man in colorful, turbulent collision. Friedrich's wanderer is where I want to be, atop a rocky mountain overlooking a sea of fog with black tips protruding from the mist. And I have all but fallen in love with Lord Byron, with his mysterious outpouring of words that expresses exactly the sentiment I want a man to feel for me. Dark, brooding, sensual; that is what's intriguing of Romanticism.
Why NYU?
I'm a girl with dreams. Unattainable aspirations, hopeless desires, unfulfilled wishes. Don't get me wrong; my suburban home is wonderful! Our facilities are polished and our education impeccable. Homes are grand and overstocked with food, gadgets, clothes, everything. We have restaurants and a mall and a large library. But I can't shake that restless feeling, that thirst for adventure and magic and a bustling crowd. Where can I find it? The grand artist's capital, New York. I want to do something, to be involved and make a fool of myself. I want to join a group that raises funds for the famine in Somalia. I want to make money by sketching strangers on the street. I want to compete in a poetry slam and lose. The lights, the snow, the people, the inspiration, the endless possibilities! I could go stark raving mad ranting about the delights of New York City, but I won't. After all, it's the school I'll be spending time at, not frolicking in the city. The faculty at NYU is knowledgeable and experienced in their fields, from what I've researched, and professors are more than willing to help students, even outside of class. There are many classes I'd love to take, making myself a well-rounded undergraduate ready for the adulthood. If anything, there are so many things I'm wildly fascinated with, from medicine to painting to psychology to film, that this university would be the perfect place for me to explore options and diversify. I would be honored to attend NYU.
Concordant major and minor scales do nothing but bore me. Mundane paintings of fruit and birds should be hung only in offices. So what's intriguing? Romanticism: a reaction to the Industrial Revolution emphasizing awe in aesthetic pursuits. That's boring. Romanticism, visceral and raw, sought emotion and frenzy from its followers, to please no one but themselves until those hot, strange tears spilled on the face in passionate, human agony. At five, when I first started piano lessons, I preferred dynamics over technicality. Since, I've explored the twisted worlds of Chopin and Tchaikovsky until mellifluous melodies flowed in my head and out through my hands. Over the years, I've learned all of Chopin's Nocturnes and memorized The Tempest, my favorite of all Beethoven's movements. I'm drained after I play Romantic music, the energy and anger and passion stormed onto ivory until I am left in stupor. But the delight doesn't end at sound. Turner paints dreamscapes, as I call them, terrifying portrayals of nature overpowering man in colorful, turbulent collision. Friedrich's wanderer is where I want to be, atop a rocky mountain overlooking a sea of fog with black tips protruding from the mist. And I have all but fallen in love with Lord Byron, with his mysterious outpouring of words that expresses exactly the sentiment I want a man to feel for me. Dark, brooding, sensual; that is what's intriguing of Romanticism.
Why NYU?
I'm a girl with dreams. Unattainable aspirations, hopeless desires, unfulfilled wishes. Don't get me wrong; my suburban home is wonderful! Our facilities are polished and our education impeccable. Homes are grand and overstocked with food, gadgets, clothes, everything. We have restaurants and a mall and a large library. But I can't shake that restless feeling, that thirst for adventure and magic and a bustling crowd. Where can I find it? The grand artist's capital, New York. I want to do something, to be involved and make a fool of myself. I want to join a group that raises funds for the famine in Somalia. I want to make money by sketching strangers on the street. I want to compete in a poetry slam and lose. The lights, the snow, the people, the inspiration, the endless possibilities! I could go stark raving mad ranting about the delights of New York City, but I won't. After all, it's the school I'll be spending time at, not frolicking in the city. The faculty at NYU is knowledgeable and experienced in their fields, from what I've researched, and professors are more than willing to help students, even outside of class. There are many classes I'd love to take, making myself a well-rounded undergraduate ready for the adulthood. If anything, there are so many things I'm wildly fascinated with, from medicine to painting to psychology to film, that this university would be the perfect place for me to explore options and diversify. I would be honored to attend NYU.
