Virtually all of Stanford's undergraduates live on campus. Write a note to your future roommate that reveals something about you or that will help your roommate -- and us -- know you better. (250 word limit.)
Hola roommate,
Don't worry, I'm not a snorer, but if you are then that's alright too! I'm actually kind of a deep sleeper; apparently I once napped through ten minutes of a smoke alarm.
Now that I've settled your concerns regarding my sleeping habits, allow me to introduce myself. I'm a Backgammon champion (self-proclaimed), and the Lion King is my favorite movie to watch while eating Häagen Dazs coffee ice cream.
You'll probably always find me within arms length of my stash of chocolate and my violin, in case I ever feel like whipping out some fiery Sarasate solos. Feel free to dish out on my cache, because I know for a fact that chocolate can patch any downtrodden soul. And if it can't, then at least we've got my violin to drown out our worries.
Hopefully you'll accept all of my quirks, whether it's my passion to sing along to Disney classics or desire to drive to McDonalds at midnight for their french fries. Whether it's my weakness for the pure awesomeness of Beethoven's late sonatas, or my preference for a bookstore rather than a Kindle store. I hope we can share my unwavering support for the US soccer team or my phobia of pointy objects (aichmophobia!).
I pray that my disconcerting necessity for 70% dark chocolate, and my unabashed enthusiasm to "pop, lock, and drop it" won't scare you off too quickly.
Also, my apologies if I actually do snore.
Longing for a fellow Hufflepuff wizard,
Samuel
What matters to you, and why? (250 word limit.)
Eggs, sugar, cream, flour, and of course cream cheese; my mom's ultimate medicine for when bandaids and hugs failed. Her cheesecake was an exquisite masterpiece presented for all to see. Perfectly airy and spongy to touch, this cheesecake was golden brown on the edges, and contained a moist and gooey center. It was essentially the epitome of perfection, molded into a luscious, high calorie dessert. However, sugar could never prepare me for the heartache of wearing second-hand clothes. And desserts didn't teach me how to handle the bitterness of Father's Day.
Eventually, my mom decided to introduce me into her world of peace and clarity. In the kitchen, we escaped the harsh realities of poverty and our regrets were swept away. Bathing in the swirling aromas of delectable happiness, the steady rhythm of the mixer and sizzling pan allowed me to forget my tears and gloominess. Through baking, I finally discovered a way to combat my demons.
When I bake, I'm in control of my life. I transcend into a realm of my own, a sanctuary that no one else can disturb. Utilizing a balance between intricate delicacy and smooth efficiency, the final end product is the accumulation of my effort, and my effort alone. I don't need a mansion to crack eggs, or a Lamborghini to turn on an oven. I sure as hell do not need a father to make my own cheesecake. All I need is a kitchen and my baking skills.
And of course my mom.
I have to say, I really enjoyed the second one and I can't really find anything to change about it. As for the first one, the ideas are great, but there is a choppiness and unnaturalness about the way it is written at certain points. Just a little smoothing out and it will be perfect. One more thing, I love the creativity you showcased in your essays.
I hope I was helpful.
P.S: Could you look at my UChicago Essay?
