Hello,
I am applying to Stanford as a transfer. I applied and was denied admission for my freshman year. On this essay I just wanted to talk about my trauma and how poetry helped me cope up with it (I have already written so much about my personal traits in my other essays, I just want this to be simple)
Prompt: Reflect on your experiences and personal development since your last application(250 words)
"We spent so much money on you and this is how you repay us?" my dad screamed staring straight in my eyes. With tears rolling down my dry cheeks, I looked at my mom begging her to say something. But the curves on her face could tell me, she had lost her belief in me. I pulled out every string in my heart to work for what I wanted, but luck does not always favor the brave.
I killed my dream to get into a great institution, a dream that was instilled in my brain since I was fourteen. My father didn't speak to me for four months. I couldn't take it all, I went into a trauma. Dark winged birds and starless thoughts became my friends until I finally passed an interview and got into X University.
The transition was difficult with traumatic nuances still interfering my brain. I started pinning down words to paper as if every single inch of ink was a collection of my blood drops framing a new life. Writing was an escape from the troubled rocks. In the end of my first semester, I created a Poetry Club where I spent a substantial amount of my time, jolting down random phrases with my team. We would then just fit in these constructions with each other to grow an infinite chain of unusual clauses. We took great pride at the authenticity and finesse of our material. It made me feel like a pure artist.
I am applying to Stanford as a transfer. I applied and was denied admission for my freshman year. On this essay I just wanted to talk about my trauma and how poetry helped me cope up with it (I have already written so much about my personal traits in my other essays, I just want this to be simple)
Prompt: Reflect on your experiences and personal development since your last application(250 words)
"We spent so much money on you and this is how you repay us?" my dad screamed staring straight in my eyes. With tears rolling down my dry cheeks, I looked at my mom begging her to say something. But the curves on her face could tell me, she had lost her belief in me. I pulled out every string in my heart to work for what I wanted, but luck does not always favor the brave.
I killed my dream to get into a great institution, a dream that was instilled in my brain since I was fourteen. My father didn't speak to me for four months. I couldn't take it all, I went into a trauma. Dark winged birds and starless thoughts became my friends until I finally passed an interview and got into X University.
The transition was difficult with traumatic nuances still interfering my brain. I started pinning down words to paper as if every single inch of ink was a collection of my blood drops framing a new life. Writing was an escape from the troubled rocks. In the end of my first semester, I created a Poetry Club where I spent a substantial amount of my time, jolting down random phrases with my team. We would then just fit in these constructions with each other to grow an infinite chain of unusual clauses. We took great pride at the authenticity and finesse of our material. It made me feel like a pure artist.