A range of academic interests, personal perspectives, and life experiences adds much to the educational mix. Given your personal background, describe an experience that illustrates what you would bring to the diversity in a college community, or an encounter that demonstrated the importance of diversity to you.
"I don't believe in Santa Claus."
"You what?" my friend, Laura demanded. I shrank away and shifted in my seat. The look in her eyes spelled heresy. I laughed nervously, telling her I was just kidding, but it was too late. The damage had been done. The seeds of doubt were sown within her. The foundation of her young life was crumbling.
In my defense, it wasn't my fault. I was never given the chance to believe in Santa. My family never hung giant socks over the fireplace or set out cookies for Santa Claus. We didn't even have a Christmas tree until I begged for one in the second grade.
How was I supposed to believe in Santa when I was the one paving the road for my parents? It wasn't my fault my parents immigrated here and were novices to this holiday.
So many times, I wished I could partake in "American" customs and traditions. I wanted so badly to believe in Santa Claus, to drink eggnog, or make Christmas cookies. I wanted to go to baseball games with my dad, and grill burgers for dinner. I wanted to be normal, to fit in.
My parents, however, seemed to be stuck in Korea. My dad was a zealous soccer fanatic whose heart belonged to the Red Devils (a Korean soccer team) and my mom made Bulgogi and Kimchi for dinner. As I grew older, I began to realize that nothing would ever fit this fantasy I had conjured.
I would never believe in Santa the same way Laura did, just as I could never erase my native language from my tongue. A country full of different people, ethnicities and backgrounds couldn't possible be boxed into this narrow scope of my childhood "America".
I am my own individual, yet at the same time, I contain a hodgepodge of ideas, values, and beliefs given to me by the people in my life. Conversely, I have left my mark on the peers as well. They gave me Rolling Stones and Beatles CDs, I introduced them to K-pop. They gave me apple pie, I gave them Korean barbecue.
There is a small part of me that still adheres to my childhood wishes, but a bigger part has finally started to appreciate my own heritage. This is the part of me who enjoys making dumplings on New Year's with my Grandma and joins my father on the couch to cheer for our favorite soccer team.
What I hope to get from my college experience is something deeper than a good education. Within the student body is a diverse pool of individuals interacting with each other. There, I hope that college gives me a taste of the global community that we live in. I'm going to meet people of different races, different cultures, and different ideologies, and they're going to meet me. There's no way of knowing what will happen in the next few years of my life, but something tells me I'll definitely find another crazy loon who's never believed in Santa Claus either.
Any feedback would be great, no matter how minor or major. Thanks!
"I don't believe in Santa Claus."
"You what?" my friend, Laura demanded. I shrank away and shifted in my seat. The look in her eyes spelled heresy. I laughed nervously, telling her I was just kidding, but it was too late. The damage had been done. The seeds of doubt were sown within her. The foundation of her young life was crumbling.
In my defense, it wasn't my fault. I was never given the chance to believe in Santa. My family never hung giant socks over the fireplace or set out cookies for Santa Claus. We didn't even have a Christmas tree until I begged for one in the second grade.
How was I supposed to believe in Santa when I was the one paving the road for my parents? It wasn't my fault my parents immigrated here and were novices to this holiday.
So many times, I wished I could partake in "American" customs and traditions. I wanted so badly to believe in Santa Claus, to drink eggnog, or make Christmas cookies. I wanted to go to baseball games with my dad, and grill burgers for dinner. I wanted to be normal, to fit in.
My parents, however, seemed to be stuck in Korea. My dad was a zealous soccer fanatic whose heart belonged to the Red Devils (a Korean soccer team) and my mom made Bulgogi and Kimchi for dinner. As I grew older, I began to realize that nothing would ever fit this fantasy I had conjured.
I would never believe in Santa the same way Laura did, just as I could never erase my native language from my tongue. A country full of different people, ethnicities and backgrounds couldn't possible be boxed into this narrow scope of my childhood "America".
I am my own individual, yet at the same time, I contain a hodgepodge of ideas, values, and beliefs given to me by the people in my life. Conversely, I have left my mark on the peers as well. They gave me Rolling Stones and Beatles CDs, I introduced them to K-pop. They gave me apple pie, I gave them Korean barbecue.
There is a small part of me that still adheres to my childhood wishes, but a bigger part has finally started to appreciate my own heritage. This is the part of me who enjoys making dumplings on New Year's with my Grandma and joins my father on the couch to cheer for our favorite soccer team.
What I hope to get from my college experience is something deeper than a good education. Within the student body is a diverse pool of individuals interacting with each other. There, I hope that college gives me a taste of the global community that we live in. I'm going to meet people of different races, different cultures, and different ideologies, and they're going to meet me. There's no way of knowing what will happen in the next few years of my life, but something tells me I'll definitely find another crazy loon who's never believed in Santa Claus either.
Any feedback would be great, no matter how minor or major. Thanks!