<p>Couple days ago, I submitted my MIT essays. Ever since, I have been wondering how well they were written. My writings are based on hints of what others told me: be honest, write in interesting style (active style), and elaborate on personal experiences. I really hope that I did all the elements listed in my writing. Nevertheless, I want to get feedback on some of these essays (and maybe read essays from other applicants) from the College Confidential community. </p>
<p>We know you lead a busy life, full of activities, many of which are required of you. Tell us about something you do simply for the pleasure of it. (100 words or fewer) </p>
<p>Every Saturday and Sunday, I join the monks of the Holy Transfiguration Monastery to form beautiful harmonies of Byzantine acapella. "Every earthly care," as the Cherubikon suggests merges with the ancient Byzantine notes or neumes that transcends me into a world of euphoria, alleviated of all worries and earthly cares. And that one note, when the three chords join, my thoughts experience an exotic sensation, for hours it seems I meditate on memories; memories of old and memories of new, slowly awakening from slumber and collectively recording a multidimensional memory of chords. </p>
<p>Describe the world you come from; for example, your family, clubs, school, community, city, or town. How has that world shaped your dreams and aspirations? (200-250)</p>
<p>The cheap disposable camera lying on the shelves of an antiquated electronics store, Zeniti, in Tbilisi. A massive 20 kilogram television with crank dials was perched on top of my grandfather's shelf. Ten meters away, the same device (so it seemed) but black, played in color. It seemed that everything entertaining or memorable from my childhood yielded from these magical objects. It was to both my dismay and amazement when I first saw these magical objects distort into ("weird") green boards with golden lines connecting geometric shapes. Regardless, I still thought it was magic, perhaps not powered by the sphinx feather, as I had previously thought, but rather some sort of spectacular golden pipes. Pipes? I questioned myself again and again, I paused and asked myself again, Pipes? What is flowing through those pipes? It certainly could not be water, as I had seen around our house. It had to be some sort of invisible matter that was triggered by the geometric shapes, similar to the water which was triggered by the faucets.
As I drifted from Georgia to the USA, I began working on more complex personal projects derived solely from fabrication of prior devices and recognition of improvement. No matter where I go, I am determined to trigger this engineering mindset: to observe improvement. Ultimately, through experience, I have found solace and hopefully an everlasting joy to the use and methods of engineering. </p>
<p>Thanks guys!!!!</p>