<p>will anyone read my harvard transfer essays? due tomorrow, damnit.
let me know and i'll PM them to you.</p>
<p>thankss....</p>
<p>hey, i'll read yours!</p>
<p>i'll read em</p>
<p>ok, wow, can i just email them to you? confetti, i just had to use four PMs to send them to you....</p>
<p><a href="mailto:blackmunki@yahoo.com">blackmunki@yahoo.com</a></p>
<p>ill take a look to. send through pm pleasse</p>
<p>hey, i'll help out</p>
<p>thanks super, would you mind if i emailed it to you? it takes me about five minutes to break it up into PMs and I'm on a reallly tight deadline finishing the other essays. thankss.</p>
<p>hey harvard goes byth epostmarked date, right?</p>
<p>lol i think so. keep in mind everyone, today is the 14th, and tommorow is the 15th, ie, the due date.</p>
<p>how are all of your essays coming? I'm writing about the bhagavad gita for the book question and seriously want to cry I've been at this for so long. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore...</p>
<p>lol keep trudging along, you wont regret it in the end</p>
<p>thanks! that actually did make me feel better! quick question for anyone who knows.... am i more likely to get in if i check the box that says 'either spring or fall semsester, depending on available space' the obvious answer seems yes, but i want to go in the fall.</p>
<p>Same issue here. I want the fall but...
How much did you write for the book question? I am just going to write as much as the space permits... No single book shaped me, I haven't been very impressionable since I was 14.... However, there is this one that lingers...</p>
<p>I'm typing mine right now, I'll post it when I'm done. And write about the one that lingers, always. Do you think that if they let x number of people in for fall and spring semesters they will automatically put everyone who checked fall or spring into spring because less people want that?</p>
<p>Few pepople that checked both are admitted for spring... I've heard the number is like 5 or so. It is hard to predict. If it happens to me I will probably take a semester off (if permitted) to settle in Boston etc...</p>
<p>ill give it shot, send me a pm or email to <a href="mailto:y17k@hotmail.com">y17k@hotmail.com</a></p>
<p>hehe i sent my application today... and yeah i sorta had to hurry the short answer questions.. i hope i didint sound like a fool</p>
<p>ok here's my book answer, what do you think?</p>
<p>Briefly discuss one book that has strongly influenced you.</p>
<pre><code>After 18 chapters of conversations with Vishnu, Prince Arjuna was peacefully detached from human pain and suffering and Hinduism had its tome. But when I closed the Bhagvad Gita, Id never felt more insecure about the twinges of sadness and anger I felt reading the newspaper every morning or about how inextricably I wove that sadness and anger into my character. Vishnu tells Arjuna he must be emotionally detached from human suffering while remaining physically involved in stopping it, and that he must not act to help those who suffer while believing he is the one who is alleviating the suffering, but rather understand it is in his nature to act, but that God is the ultimate doer. I was absolutely confounded. So much of my identity was wrapped up in the hours I spent helping draft divestment proposals to stop the genocide in Darfur and studying the management of ethnic conflict, and in smaller moments where I sat in my bed reading the newspaper in the morning, acutely ashamed and despondent that a fellow human would kill another because of the color of their skin or the orientation of their sexuality. I wanted to know that my hands, my sadness and my anger could alleviate some of this suffering and that how much I care could negate how much others could hate. Even the muted red cover of the Gita looked peaceful, and I stared defiantly back at it, daring its alluring serenity to force me to change.
A month later, I climbed up the stairs of Memorial Church in Harvard Yard, and moved down the right aisle towards the Memorial Room. Stepping in and staring at the names of Harvard men who had died in the two World Wars carved into the walls, I felt a familiar medley of sadness, anger and pride rising, and thought resolutely that I could never achieve the detachment the Gita prescribed, nor would I want to. As I spun slowly around staring at the names, an inscription wrapping around the top of the wall caught my eye: While a bright future beckoned, they freely gave their lives and fondest hopes for us and our allies that we might learn from them courage in peace to spend our lives making a better world for others. A quiet note of surprise escaped my lips and I sank onto a bench by the window. These men had given their lives so that I could let go of my own anger and sadness and still work to alleviate that of others, so that in the midst of depravity and war and hate, there could beauty in the annex of a church, and so I could see that there was reason, absolution and peace beyond my control.
I felt something bigger than my hands or the stone workers hands or the hands of the men who had died, and it was a very large weight dissipating inside of me. I walked lightly down the steps of the church and into the Yard, and after 18 chapters of conversations between Vishnu and Arjuna, one month of defiant rejection and twenty minutes inside of a church, my head was quieter than it had ever been, I was more at peace than I had ever felt, and I could hear my heart beating louder and more steadily than I ever had before.
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<p>holy **** mine was like 5 lines</p>
<p>exquisite!</p>