Here is part of my essay. Now the problem is I have written 2992 characters already and thelimit is 3000. This one is 1371 characters, meaning the other portion of my essay is 1621 characters. I want to end strong with a statement of how research is going to define me though although the prompt is to state what you did over 2 summers.
2008:
Elementary school: A ball will bounce when it hits the ground. Will light?
Now I wanted to know. I unearthed books and internet portals, but it wasn't enough. Feynman's spirit embodied me and guided me to Stanford. I had found a course parallel to my research topic 'negative refraction,' but the supposed rigor of the course was some years away from mediocre high-school. Ironically, in the pursuit of education among the ranks of junior undergrads, it was the professor who tried to break me: "Young man, if you don't have the prerequisites, how do you expect to do well in the class?" Honestly, it never occurred to me, but I told her I could hit two birds with one stone.
Gateways opened. The professor was a bard, and equipartition was her epic; lectures on Boltzman distributions became as pleasant as playing Garner Jazz with friends. I frequented her tea-times (short for debate) and she introduced me to the colossal book shelves at the library. I studied from them; I studied until I could assemble physics from the ground up and disassemble it again. Pencil, paper and baggy eyes became a daily familiar; sleeping on books wasn't uncommon either.
Summer passed without fail. I held a research paper that would have satisfied my elementary curiosity. However if I have learned anything this summer, it's that my thirst for knowledge will never be satisfied.
Also any comments or grammar corrections are welcomed
thanks
~pandora
2008:
Elementary school: A ball will bounce when it hits the ground. Will light?
Now I wanted to know. I unearthed books and internet portals, but it wasn't enough. Feynman's spirit embodied me and guided me to Stanford. I had found a course parallel to my research topic 'negative refraction,' but the supposed rigor of the course was some years away from mediocre high-school. Ironically, in the pursuit of education among the ranks of junior undergrads, it was the professor who tried to break me: "Young man, if you don't have the prerequisites, how do you expect to do well in the class?" Honestly, it never occurred to me, but I told her I could hit two birds with one stone.
Gateways opened. The professor was a bard, and equipartition was her epic; lectures on Boltzman distributions became as pleasant as playing Garner Jazz with friends. I frequented her tea-times (short for debate) and she introduced me to the colossal book shelves at the library. I studied from them; I studied until I could assemble physics from the ground up and disassemble it again. Pencil, paper and baggy eyes became a daily familiar; sleeping on books wasn't uncommon either.
Summer passed without fail. I held a research paper that would have satisfied my elementary curiosity. However if I have learned anything this summer, it's that my thirst for knowledge will never be satisfied.
Also any comments or grammar corrections are welcomed
thanks
~pandora