IntlIndian /
Dec 12, 2009 #1
Please read/review/critique. Any suggestions are welcome
Self-identity and personal expression take many forms. For example, music, clothing, politics, extracurricular interests, and ethnicity can each be a defining attribute. Do you surf or tinker? Are you a vegetarian poet who loves Ayn Rand? Do you prefer YouTube or test tubes? Are you preppie or Goth? Use the richness of your life to give us insight: what voice will you add to the Class of 2014?
I've eaten frog's legs in Singapore. Ultra-chewy, like rather slimy chicken, I thought (or was that my imagination?). Nothing like my favourite foods: curd rice or sushi. That's because I believe in trying everything at least once.
I'm addicted to spontaneity. In the thick of compiling data for a moot court, I rev up my grey cells by cartooning or writing a short story. I can shuttle between baking and badminton without missing a beat.
I take to challenges as spontaneously as Neil Armstrong did to the moon. I play soccer, unlike other girls in my circle. I thrilled to the headiness of parasailing at Goa, even river-crossing at Yercaud last year. My buckling legs did make it to the Cauvery fishing camp on the last stretch of our trek. One day, I've promised myself a bungee jump.
My will to conquer the unknown is strong. I once taught myself the guitar. The result did not sound much like caterwauling.
I have a riot taking my father on, rooting for Arsenal while he backs Chelsea! Or even better, arguing with our school principal about Kashmir!
I know beyond doubt that I have individuality and drive enough to excel at Tufts.
Self-identity and personal expression take many forms. For example, music, clothing, politics, extracurricular interests, and ethnicity can each be a defining attribute. Do you surf or tinker? Are you a vegetarian poet who loves Ayn Rand? Do you prefer YouTube or test tubes? Are you preppie or Goth? Use the richness of your life to give us insight: what voice will you add to the Class of 2014?
I've eaten frog's legs in Singapore. Ultra-chewy, like rather slimy chicken, I thought (or was that my imagination?). Nothing like my favourite foods: curd rice or sushi. That's because I believe in trying everything at least once.
I'm addicted to spontaneity. In the thick of compiling data for a moot court, I rev up my grey cells by cartooning or writing a short story. I can shuttle between baking and badminton without missing a beat.
I take to challenges as spontaneously as Neil Armstrong did to the moon. I play soccer, unlike other girls in my circle. I thrilled to the headiness of parasailing at Goa, even river-crossing at Yercaud last year. My buckling legs did make it to the Cauvery fishing camp on the last stretch of our trek. One day, I've promised myself a bungee jump.
My will to conquer the unknown is strong. I once taught myself the guitar. The result did not sound much like caterwauling.
I have a riot taking my father on, rooting for Arsenal while he backs Chelsea! Or even better, arguing with our school principal about Kashmir!
I know beyond doubt that I have individuality and drive enough to excel at Tufts.