Prompt: Please tell us how you have spent the last two summers (or vacations between school years), including any jobs you have held, if not already detailed on the Common Application.
Language is the traveler's golden key to unlock the mysteries of the world. Traveling the far reaches of the planet has always been a passion of mine. I personally believe that one of the best ways to discover a new culture when traveling is to immerse oneself in the language. The curious dialect and mellifluous intonations of a language delineate a culture unknown.
"Merhaba!" I heard from the shrill, giddy voices of my relatives as I revisited Turkey for the first time in a year. As I listened to the deep, melodious sounds of the Turkish language, I reminisced on the countless adventures I have had in Turkey with my family. My memory drifted back to learning how to waterski in Bodrum, visiting the famous fairy caves of Cappadocia, diving for seashells with my aunt, and visiting Ataturk's palace and the Blue Mosque in Istanbul.
"Yiassou!" I heard numerously as my father, sister, and I bounced from store to store in the small marketplace of Kos, Greece. The language sounded carefully carved like the small trinkets I found among the white, uniform buildings that characterize Greece as a vision in white.
"Hola!" yelled the little voices of the Maleku children in Costa Rica. Last summer I spent a week in a small village in Costa Rica doing community service. Of all the activities we performed, my favorite one was playing with the children. I struggled to decipher their quick, playful words as they tugged on my legs and climbed onto my back. The accent of their high-pitched squeals during the monumental mud fight that took place in the warm rain characterized the light-heartedness of the children in the community.
"Merhaba!" I heard once more. My annual trip to Turkey each summer is one of the highlights of my year because I get the opportunity to hear once more the refreshing and familiar warm tones of a language I love. I reunited with my family members and tried retrieving the Turkish I spoke last year out of the depths of my memory. When in Turkey, I spend as much time as possible outside, traveling the popular cities and spending time by the sea.
"Konnichiwa!" said the humble and polite voices of the Japanese as my father and I entered restaurants and museums. Japan marked the end of my travels last summer. Walking on foot around Tokyo gave me the opportunity to surround myself in the quiet, yet swift paced language and life of the Japanese. The large temples and vivid nightlife of Japan entranced me like the fascinating characters of the written language.
Language is the traveler's golden key to unlock the mysteries of the world. Traveling the far reaches of the planet has always been a passion of mine. I personally believe that one of the best ways to discover a new culture when traveling is to immerse oneself in the language. The curious dialect and mellifluous intonations of a language delineate a culture unknown.
"Merhaba!" I heard from the shrill, giddy voices of my relatives as I revisited Turkey for the first time in a year. As I listened to the deep, melodious sounds of the Turkish language, I reminisced on the countless adventures I have had in Turkey with my family. My memory drifted back to learning how to waterski in Bodrum, visiting the famous fairy caves of Cappadocia, diving for seashells with my aunt, and visiting Ataturk's palace and the Blue Mosque in Istanbul.
"Yiassou!" I heard numerously as my father, sister, and I bounced from store to store in the small marketplace of Kos, Greece. The language sounded carefully carved like the small trinkets I found among the white, uniform buildings that characterize Greece as a vision in white.
"Hola!" yelled the little voices of the Maleku children in Costa Rica. Last summer I spent a week in a small village in Costa Rica doing community service. Of all the activities we performed, my favorite one was playing with the children. I struggled to decipher their quick, playful words as they tugged on my legs and climbed onto my back. The accent of their high-pitched squeals during the monumental mud fight that took place in the warm rain characterized the light-heartedness of the children in the community.
"Merhaba!" I heard once more. My annual trip to Turkey each summer is one of the highlights of my year because I get the opportunity to hear once more the refreshing and familiar warm tones of a language I love. I reunited with my family members and tried retrieving the Turkish I spoke last year out of the depths of my memory. When in Turkey, I spend as much time as possible outside, traveling the popular cities and spending time by the sea.
"Konnichiwa!" said the humble and polite voices of the Japanese as my father and I entered restaurants and museums. Japan marked the end of my travels last summer. Walking on foot around Tokyo gave me the opportunity to surround myself in the quiet, yet swift paced language and life of the Japanese. The large temples and vivid nightlife of Japan entranced me like the fascinating characters of the written language.
