<p>Alright... this is my first CC post but...</p>
<p>I applied Early decision to NYU College of Arts and Sciences undecided back in November and could you just tell me whether or not you think I'll get in?
They really like artsy kind of things and that was my aim with the essays and poem.
CR is a little low (because of anxiety) ... but i don't think that will matter too too much...</p>
<p>You've all probably had tons of these but here's my info -I am giving every single piece, down to the last supp essay ;) </p>
<p>-
Out of State - Massachusetts
Blue Ribboned High School School - pretty cool i kno
GPA unweighted: 3.66
AP Spanish, AP Calc BC, AP Physics II - all senior year but no other AP's other than these
Above and Beyond in Mathematics Award junior year
pretty/very good recommendations
National Honor Society for 3 years (can't get it as a freshman)
White/Caucasian</p>
<p>SAT - </p>
<p>CR 590
MATH 740
WRITING 630</p>
<p>MAIN ESSAY: </p>
<pre><code> A Fallen Medal
My closet is a disaster. Long sleeves of fleece dangle like vines in the linen jungle of my clothes as I rummage through the woven mass of hangers and coats. Clank! One item, tucked away and deserted for years, jolts back into my life as forcefully as it clashes with the hardwood floor. It sharply glimmers in the light as I pick it up, and though there are no words engraved or names mentioned on the front, I know exactly what fell. As I cradle it in my hand, a million memories revisit me. At ten years-old, I held this shiny, silver medal high over my head for three hundred of my fellow campers to view. I stood frozen with my cheeks up to my eyeballs in one magnificent smile. I had been chosen as Most Brotherly of Kingsley Pines Summer Camp in 2002 during the final ceremony.
I suppose the counselors had decided to select me for this award soon after I first arrived at the Kingsley Pines gates. Above, an archway read: WELCOME KINGSLEY PINES CAMPERS. Duffle bag over my shoulder, this was it: the time had come to be on my own. I crept with baby steps into my cabin like the lion from The Wizard of Oz. Oh my! I opened the door, and plopped down on each bunk-bed sat my new roommates. What were these foul creatures like? I examined them up and down, omitting no minute detail in my ten-year-old brain. First, I greeted Max who was bouncing off the walls with hyperactivity. My second bunkmate, Emmanuel from Ecuador, struggled to speak English, so we just nodded simultaneously. Lastly, on a mattress reading sat the quiet intellectual, Alex, who was shy and definitely did not help to break the awkward silence.
Honestly I thought: well, this stinks; but by making an effort to be outgoing and accepting, each of them was valuable in their own way. Sure Alex never wanted to play Frisbee as much as Max did, but he always consoled me when I was homesick. He offered a genuine friendship that I could always rely on. And maybe Emmanuel could never carry on conversations like Alex, but he and I loved to have light-saber battles late at night with our flashlights. Every human being has something to offer. Like the Tootsie Roll pop I held in my hand, you have to get past the outer coating before discovering the gummy surprise on the inside. In each one of my cabin-mates, I found this sweet candy-center by appreciating their differences rather than judging them. After making an effort to introduce one another, we soon became four peas in a pod. This quick act of brotherhood certainly paid off in the long run. We continue to stay in touch as pen-pals today.
The final ceremony after three weeks of camp was a humid, buggy night. Every perky camper sat with legs criss-crossed Indian-style around a gargantuan, crackling fire. The energy long since drained out of us, we stared stupidly at its luminosity. At the center, a man stood in a yellowy spotlight beaming down from the moon; as if the Gods had stopped their work to listen to this brawny figure. The combination of his low voice and a microphone shook the pine trees: We-he-he-helcome Kingsley Piners! Tonight we would like to recognize
Because my mind was fried, I was trapped somewhere in hyperspace tuning in and out of reality. Each session
to the most
and compassionate
and thats just why
session
2002
(my name)!
What? Did my ears just detect my name? Shoot, was I in trouble? Refocusing, I found three hundred sets of eyes staring me down with more than a hint of envy burning in each pupil. The hopefuls were obviously surprised, but I was completely baffled. Down the grassy slope, I parted the sea of campers like Moses and strolled valiantly through like it was the red carpet at a Hollywood movie premiere; waving periodically and attempting to hold back a smirk. Finally reaching the fire, the flames rose high into the night sky as I celebrated this distinction. I thought to myself: why was it me holding this and not the others? The counselors had recognized me as someone who accepted all types of personalities, and had demonstrated leadership when I was outgoing towards my cabin-mates. I had stood out. Reminiscing in this proud moment feels so satisfying and I never want to leave it.
But suddenly, crash! I tumble back down to earth. I stand up; medal in hand and in front of my closet. Around me there are no campers, no cheering and none of my fellow roommates. This fallen emblem of silver had sucked me back in time and I had shot out with a renewed sense of self-assurance. But I do not need to wear this medal around my neck to walk into college with this confidence and pride. In the far recesses of my linen jungle it will have to remain. I know in my heart, rather than around my neck, that I had stood out to the counselors in my ten year-old camping adventure and will surely stand out in my next adventure: college.
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<p>EXTRACURR ESSAY: </p>
<p>Why do I cherish tennis so whole-heartedly? It has always been the backbone of my life. I began taking lessons at age six. Now, I play # 1 varsity doubles. Tennis is a very social sport, and I have made many of my friends on that 36 x 78 rectangle. For some reason, propelling a green-puffy sphere with a racket opens up hearts. In addition to the friendly interaction, tennis requires acute and precise analysis, planning and movement. For example, if my opponents backhand slice turns into a worried lob as I hit a sinking top-spin shot to the baseline, then I need to recreate that shot as many times as I can . For this reason, I believe that tennis is more closely related to chess than to baseball or any other sport. A simple game becomes an intellectual and social experience, and this is why I love tennis.</p>
<p>Supplemental essays for NYU - </p>
<h1>1: In addition to any work experience that you listed on your application, please tell us how you spent your most recent summer vacation.</h1>
<p>For the last two summers I have run my own business, a small plant-watering project called "Planters for Hire." The idea 'sprouted' from the fact that many families in the area go away on trips for one or more weeks during the summer and leave their flowers and plant beds to wither. Why I work is simple: it evades an otherwise lazy summer, and I enjoy being outside moistening the mulch for the benefit of others' vegetation.</p>
<h1>2: If you had the opportunity to</h1>
<p>spend one day in New York City
with a famous New Yorker, who
would it be and what would you
do? (Your New Yorker can be
anyonepast or present, fictional
or nonfictionalwho is commonly
associated with New York City;
they do not necessarily have to
have been born and raised in
New York.)</p>
<ul>
<li>If I had my choice, I would spend a day with the late New Yorker, John Lennon. Together, we would walk through the wreckage of 9/11. It would enthrall me to witness his reaction when he saw that the Twin Towers were missing. He would most likely question, with a bewildered expression, when and why this happened. I would explain to him modern terrorism and the war in the Middle East and most importantly, I would inquire: What can we do to fix this?</li>
</ul>
<h1>3: Write a poem that best describes you</h1>
<pre><code> I AM AN UPROOTED TREE
I am
an uprooted tree
escaping down seventh avenue
FILLING OUT A NAMETAG
who encounters an old man with a sign
preaching the apocalypse
( with a small fan base following behind ).
we turn from each other
and are on our way.
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</code></pre>
<h1>4: In the year 2050, a movie</h1>
<p>is being made of your life.
Please tell us the name of
your movie and briefly
summarize the story line.</p>
<p>"Express Yourself to Yourself: The Story of (my first name)"
COMING TO THEATERS 2050</p>
<p>A decade ago, in an age of rapid technological advancement, NYU graduate and renowned poet, (my name), felt that humankind was on the path to losing all sense of artistry. Feeling that art was the "fuel for a healthy soul," he created the "Express Yourself to Yourself" campaign. The program published works of insightful poetry to revitalize self-expression at a time when individuality was all but lost. PG-13</p>
<h1>5: Please tell us what led</h1>
<p>you to select your anticipated
academic program and/or
NYU school/college, and what
interests you most about
your intended discipline.</p>
<ul>
<li>I love music. I love art. I love to write. I love communication with others. I love physics and math. I love technology and computers. I love psychology, and I love speaking Spanish. As a senior in high school, knowing exactly what I wish to do with my life seems absurd. At NYU, I wish to get a rich taste of what life has to offer, and after a year or two, I will savor just one flavor. As for now, I cannot settle on one major and this is why I am applying to CAS undecided.</li>
</ul>
<p>Sports:
JV Tennis #1 Singles 2 years, MVP the 2nd year
Varsity Tennis #1 Doubles 1 year, MVP award, Tri-Valley All Star Award
Freshman Soccer 1 year</p>
<p>Extracurr:
- taught guitar lessons to underclassmen, sung and played guitar in a band
- tennis stuff already mentioned
- tutored physics to underclassman 1 year
- helped middle school teacher teach math to students 1 year
- Community Teens Club - local community service at elderly housing place
- St. Demetrios Greek Orthodox Church School every Sunday all 4 years</p>
<p>Work:
- Front Desk at a Tennis facility for 2 years
- Mainenance at Tennis facility for 3 years</p>
<p>..and i put something in the comment box:</p>
<p>I am an eclectic, artsy kid with a kind soul who is serious about life. I plan to use my college education to springboard a life that will make a difference.</p>
<p>.. okaaayy so what do you think?</p>
pretty psyched…</p>