<p>Hey guys, so I asked around and some of you seemed interested in this, so VOILAAA! There were a couple of threads like these on the Stanford and Brown boards (and Stanford's is HUUUUGE and epically helpful-- search around the board for it! 8D!). If you're only comfortable with posting your essays after March 10th, that's totally fine. I might just do that too.</p>
<p>Soooo. Yuppers. Future applicants could take a look at your essay. Or you can just show off. :P</p>
<p>I like this I promise to post my essay if admitted</p>
<p>Whooo!</p>
<p>You will jyun. your stats are pretty much amazingg</p>
<p>Everything but my grades lol my essays r pretty decent</p>
<p>i am absolutely positive that jyun will get in. ill post essays if i get admitted.</p>
<p>Bumping this board up since weāre so close to M10 now! AHHHHHH. And if any of you past applicants want to post essays to give hope, please do. :D</p>
<p>Oh hey, the title makes PYEFFA. (Wow, Iām boredā¦) That sounds like a real word, haha. Donāt forget to pyeffa when you get your decisions/now ;D Ignore my weirdness lol</p>
<p>iāll post them so future applicants might actually learn the āDos and Donāts of Writing Application Essaysā. </p>
<p>btw, Read that 100 successful application essays by harvard publishing thingy.
It has pretty wicked essays, really really inspirative!!!
XDDD</p>
<p>Woot, monochrome! Lol I was totally winging my essays. And is that an online article or something? Because if so, post it post it post it!! :'D</p>
<p>no tuesdays. Itās actually a book published by Harvard. Some of the essays are unbelievably amazing! Most of the essays guaranteed admission to the applicants to universities like Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Princeton, UPenn, etc.</p>
<p>search it in google or amazon :)</p>
<p>oh I downloaded another book like this</p>
<p>hereās one of the essays:</p>
<p>āGrowing Upā
Iām short. Iām five foot five ā well, five foot six if I want to impress someone. If the
average height of American men is five foot ten, that means Iām nearly half a foot
shorter than the average Joe out there. And then there are the basketball players.
My height has always been something thatās set me apart; itās helped define me. Itās
just that as long as I can remember, I havenāt liked the definition very much. Every
Sunday in grade school my dad and I would watch ESPN Primetime Football. Playing
with friends at home, I always imagined the booming ESPN voice of Chris Berman
giving the play-by-play of our street football games. But no matter how well I
performed at home with friends, during school recess the stigma of āshort kidā stuck
with me while choosing teams.
Still concerned as senior year rolled along, I visited a growth specialist. Pacing the
exam room in a shaky, elliptical orbit worried, āWhat if Iāve stopped growing? Will
my social status forever be marked by my shortness?ā In a grade school dream, I
imagined Chris āESPNā Bermanās voice as he analyzed the fantastic catch I had
made for a touchdown when ā with a start ā the doctor strode in. damp with nervous
sweat, I sat quietly with my mom as he showed us the X-ray taken of my hand. The
bones in my seventeen-year-old body had matured. I would not grow any more.
Whoa. I clenched the steering wheel in frustration as I drove home. What good were
my grades and ācollege transcriptā achievements when even my friends poked fun
of the short kid? What good was it to pray, or to genuinely live a life of love? No
matter how many Taekwondo medals I had won, could I ever be considered truly
athletic in a wiry, five foot five frame? I could be dark and handsome, but could I
ever be the ātallā in ātall, dark and handsomeā? All I wanted was someone special to
look up into my eyes; all I wanted was someone to ask, āCould you reach that for
me?ā
Itās been hard to deal with. I havenāt answered all those questions, but I have
learned that height isnāt all itās made out to be. I ād rather be a shorter,
compassionate person than a tall tyrant. I can be a giant in so many other ways:
intellectually, spiritually and emotionally.
Iāve ironically grown taller from being short. Itās enriched my life. Being short has
certainly had its advantages. During elementary school in earthquake-prone
California for example, my teachers constantly praised my āduck and coverā skills.
The school budget was tight and the desks were so small an occasional limb could
always be seen sticking out. Yet Chris Shim, āblessedā in height, always managed to
squeeze himself into a compact and safe fetal position. The same quality has paid off
in hide-and-go-seek. (Iām the unofficial champion on my block.)
Lincoln once debated with Senator Stephen A. Douglas ā a magnificent orator,
nationally recognized as the leader of the Democratic Party of 1858ā¦ and barely five
feet four inches tall. It seems silly, but standing on the floor of the Senate last year
I remembered Senator Douglas and imagined that I would one day debate with afuture president. (It helped to have a tall, lanky, bearded man with a stove-top hat
talk with me that afternoon.) But I could just as easily become an astronaut, if not
for my childlike, gaping-mouth-eyes-straining wonderment of the stars, then
maybe in the hope of growing a few inches (the spine spontaneously expands in the
absence of gravity).
Even at five feet, six inches, the actor Dustin Hoffman held his own against Tome
Cruise in the movie Rainman and went on to win his second Academy Award for Best
Actor. Michael J. Fox (5ā5ā) constantly uses taller actors to his comedic advantage.
Height has enhanced the athleticism of āMuggsyā Bogues, the shortest player in the
history of the NBA at five foot three. Heās used that edge to lead his basketball team
in steals (they donāt call him āMuggsyā for nothing). Their height has put no limits to
their work in the arts or athletics. Neither will mine.
Iām five foot five. Iāve struggled with it at times, but Iāve realized that being five-five
canāt stop me from joining the Senate. It wonāt stem my dream of becoming an
astronaut (I even have the application from NASA). My height canāt prevent me
from directing a movie and excelling in Taekwondo (or even basketball). At five foot
five I can laugh, jump, run, dance, write, paint, help, volunteer, pray, love and cry.
I can break 100 in bowling. I can sing along to Nat King Cole. I can recite Audrey
Hepburnās lines from Breakfast at Tiffanyās. I can run the mile in under six minutes,
dance like a wild monkey and be hopelessly wrapped up in a good book (though I
have yet to master the ability to do it all at once). Iāve learned that my height, even
as a defining characteristic, is only a part of the whole. It wonāt limit me. Besides,
this way Iāll never outgrow my favorite sweater.</p>
<p>That was amazing!!! I especially love the last line. Iām so writing my Harvard essay on being tall, lol :D</p>
<p>Oh wow, monochrome. Thatāsā¦likeā¦AMAZING. He totally deserved to get in. Btw, I found the book you mentioned on Google books (ftw!) and the essays in there were really quirky. And funny and godly and amazing and homg-Iāll-never-be-like-them-ahhhhh.</p>
<p>Does anyone else have any essays they want to post? Iām considering posting my essays from last year, but they got me waitlisted, so Iām not sure.</p>
<p>I might post mine after decision day. Weāll see.</p>
<p>Monochrome what grade are you in? That was a really well written essay and I like the last line. :D</p>
<p>It wasnāt monochromeās essay she (you are a she right or are you a he lol) copied it from somewhere.</p>
<p>Bumping this board. Almost there, guys! Can you taste the victory?!</p>
<p>Oh he copied it from somewhereā¦ that is no good. :O. if youāre serious about having sent that in. Mine were so rubbish now that I think about itā¦oof.</p>
<p>no, no, no, he didnāt copy it and send it in, he copied it from a book to give and example of the essays in the book</p>
<p>Im a she! Yeah, its a very good essay for Harvard! I posted so it can at least give future applicants some perspectivesā¦its from 50 successful Harvard essays</p>