Prompt: Rutgers University is a vibrant community of people with a wide variety of backgrounds and experiences. How would you benefit from and contribute to such an environment? Consider variables such as your talents, travels, leadership activities, volunteer services, and cultural experiences. Only personal essays submitted via our website will be considered.
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Holding hackneyed hats in front of themselves as they performed, entertainers filled the busy sidewalks. Happily, women in navy blue suits placed change into their hats as they descended from the streetcar. A young man with headphones dangling from his ears shuffled through the women, laptop in one hand and iPod in the other. Teenagers wearing grey and green uniforms with crests imprinted on the breast pockets of their vests all walked in unison towards a sign reading "Rosedale School of Arts." The thick smell of Oriental cuisine hung in the air, and bright yellow script in Mandarin could be spotted across the busy street. A simple turn exposed a whole new world, with men in bright costumes dancing passionately to South Asian music. The location was unmistakable- it was Toronto.
It is no secret that I love Toronto. It is the true definition of a global community- a haven for the poor and the rich, a school for the learning and the experienced. With an environment so rich in diversity, so accepting to other cultures and races, I looked at Toronto as my own utopia. However, as welcoming as it was, it was always a struggle for me to find my own place in such a distinct atmosphere. I felt like a foreigner, gaping at the magnificence of Toronto without making any contributions of my own. Throughout my childhood, I yearned for ways to find my own genuine culture and place in Toronto.
The only approach I knew involved learning about my background and roots. However, simply hearing stories from my parents was not adequate because I failed to understand the meanings. I began to reach into my community and friends, many of whom shared the same origins as my parents, Bangladesh. Through music and...
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Holding hackneyed hats in front of themselves as they performed, entertainers filled the busy sidewalks. Happily, women in navy blue suits placed change into their hats as they descended from the streetcar. A young man with headphones dangling from his ears shuffled through the women, laptop in one hand and iPod in the other. Teenagers wearing grey and green uniforms with crests imprinted on the breast pockets of their vests all walked in unison towards a sign reading "Rosedale School of Arts." The thick smell of Oriental cuisine hung in the air, and bright yellow script in Mandarin could be spotted across the busy street. A simple turn exposed a whole new world, with men in bright costumes dancing passionately to South Asian music. The location was unmistakable- it was Toronto.
It is no secret that I love Toronto. It is the true definition of a global community- a haven for the poor and the rich, a school for the learning and the experienced. With an environment so rich in diversity, so accepting to other cultures and races, I looked at Toronto as my own utopia. However, as welcoming as it was, it was always a struggle for me to find my own place in such a distinct atmosphere. I felt like a foreigner, gaping at the magnificence of Toronto without making any contributions of my own. Throughout my childhood, I yearned for ways to find my own genuine culture and place in Toronto.
The only approach I knew involved learning about my background and roots. However, simply hearing stories from my parents was not adequate because I failed to understand the meanings. I began to reach into my community and friends, many of whom shared the same origins as my parents, Bangladesh. Through music and...
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