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<p>I guess since the deadline is past for both EA and Regular Decision, and essay topics are unlikely to be recycled, it will do no harm to post mine. I created my own prompt (Option 5): [EDIT: I got accepted EA]</p>

<p>“Find dx/dt.”</p>

<pre><code>To find x is to solve a problem. Thus, finding x within the larger context of life means to indicate a real-life problem and to find or conjecture its solution. For convenience, many choose to alter the semantics: the solution becomes a “dream,” and the problem (the absence of the dream’s fulfillment) is usually assumed. However, such dreams can suffer great change, even over small amounts of time. In few cases do specific dreams persist for years, even fewer for decades. Therefore, accurate analysis of someone’s character and essential motives requires a subtler metric: the direction in which that person’s aspirations shift over time. Extending the mathematical analogy, such a “direction” can be expressed as dx/dt, the change of x with respect to time. Personally, I can identify a theme of dreams within my own life: the continual refinement of the desire to connect ideas.

Although my early goals consisted mostly of basic and instinctive desires, my fascination with connections set me apart, even as a child. While my brothers and peers contented themselves with candy and stand-alone toys, I persistently sought after durable toys which retained complete compatibility with each other. Although similar desires are surely present in the minds of all children (as evidenced by the success of Legos, etc.), mine seemed to have been greater in degree; the very notion that I could create something original out of these combinations fascinated me. In my young eyes, almost everything worth knowing seemed to have an ancient answer; I saw no new frontier; thus, I married the creativity offered in these toys to youthful romanticism. As I grew, I began to channel this impractical idealism to academic subjects, where meaningful and useful connections abounded all the more.

In elementary school, I met many brave new ideas, some of which profoundly altered my goals to come. Needless to say, the ideas which interested me tended to reside in my science books, and, as time progressed, I began to admire the physical sciences above all others. Despite the inherent superficiality of scientific explanations proffered in primary school, I still gleaned several meaningful connections. For instance, even oversimplified kinetic theory connected the mechanics of nature’s essential particles to the movement of elastic balls on a macroscopic scale. The abundance of similar scientific models began to inhabit my mind, and soon enough I yearned to contribute to physical science. I held over-detailed dreams of my future as a nuclear engineer, astronomer, or electrical engineer. Although my x found no firm ground in these years, my dx/dt held fairly constant: I continued to delight in purer and purer webs of ideas.

When I dreamt of connections in the physical sciences, I regarded mathematics as merely a tool to relieve the imagination; however, I promptly discarded this view upon my entrance into high school. As I read elegant proofs in my freshman geometry class, the purity and relevance of each statement enthralled me. Every step of the proof fit more perfectly than any toy and proved truer than any physical model. Perhaps most fascinating about mathematics, I found, was the fact that true and useful statements could be found using nothing more than a pen, a piece of paper, and a good bit of creativity. Independent mathematical discoveries in my freshman study hall further solidified this realization. Indeed, without outside instruction, I discovered the square root of i and the half-angle theorem; two original proofs of the Pythagorean Theorem followed about a year afterwards. Although insignificant in the scheme of mathematics, these discoveries gave me a glimpse of freer and cleverer connections. I began to dream of a future career in mathematics, and the grand trend of my aspirations again settled in a realm better suited for connections.

At this time, I still hold dreams of achieving something of merit within mathematics. Considering the hitherto enumerated experiences, however, my dreams may evolve to admire another field of study or expertise. That is, my x may still change in the future. Luckily, though, my dx/dt remains fairly constant: if I do change x, I will do so by setting my heart on a purer system of connections. As much as I disbelieve it, I may find that another major resonates more harmoniously with my essential motive. Fortunately, the University of Chicago provides an ideal environment in which my dreams can grow and develop without artificial restraint; this fact, even by itself, would warrant matriculation. At this school, I could potentially fall in love with nuclear physics, chemistry, or even biology and still graduate with competitive proficiency in the major and a prestigious degree. If, however, my x has permanently rested upon mathematics; if I continue to delight in the search for mathematical patterns; Chicago gives me unlimited room to express myself, especially since its mathematics department is ranked among the top in the nation. Whatever my future yields, I hope to spend many years of meaningful education at the University of Chicago, whose assistance can help me approach my x (even if x slightly changes from time to time.)
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<p>That sounds like a great essay! (I totally agree with you btw. I mean ice road truckers? What is this ****?)</p>

<p>Now that the essays have been submitted, I can tell you that my son, who suggested the prompt, had just come out of the prospie class of Paul Salley’s and thought of both a pirate map and Paul Salley (who is known as the “Math Pirate” and makes students who call him Professor Salley to say “Aye, Aye, Cap’n” for the rest of the term) when he came up with the prompt. But he also loved the idea that it could be used as a blank canvas that applicants could use their imaginations in any way they wanted. </p>

<p>Best of luck to all of you, especially those who chose “find x”.</p>

<p>^Wow, your son is awesome! I had so much fun writing my “find x” essay. Thanks for suggesting it :D</p>

<p>EDIT: I was accepted EA.</p>

<p>Find x.</p>

<p>X is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. But x is not 42.
X is paradoxical. Finding x suggests pursuing conformity. Every problem, every generic variable uses x. Calculus, physics, chemistry, even history and literature. X is just the thing that completes the problem. It’s not “x” that we care about, but it’s what x represents that we care about. But because of this, x can be used to represent any unique point of data. X can represent the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow. X can represent the article by George Kennan describing the strengths and weaknesses of the Soviet Union. X can represent the string of characters in a program that contains “Cognito ergo sum.”
The existence of x can be as confounding as what x represents. X is generic and unique at the same time. It can be unique because it is generic, and it is generic because it can be unique. Since x can be used in any situation, it can be any unique value. The need for a variable to be any unique value forces that variable to be generalized to fulfill its purpose. In this way, x reflects some of the deepest philosophical questions of life. This self-perpetuating paradox is similar to the question, “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”
X’s popularity of usage is ironic. Of all the variables in existence, x was chosen because it was the most unpopular letter in usage. Now, x is one of the most popular variables. This very prompt proves this point—the prompt does not ask to find e or n or λ, but rather x. Picked because it was insignificant, x is now one of the most significant letters for mankind.
What does x mean? X means less than what words may mean, but the two are similar, and x reveals a wealth of information about words and meaning. X is only a singular consonant letter, so it doesn’t even fulfill the basic criteria of the standard unit of meaning, the word. It is humans who give x meaning, who define the parameters of x, who define what x is. Even so, the context of x can completely change what x is. Words only have meaning because humans create a meaning for words. A certain arrangement of frequencies of sound at different magnitudes or of images in certain shapes in certain patterns does not hold any inherent meaning, but rather evokes thoughts and feelings inside the human brain because humans have defined a meaning for these sounds. Contextualizing words is even harder than contextualizing x. One must know the meaning of the other words surrounding that one word, and each of these words can be contextualized by itself. This creates a paradox of contextualization—determining the meaning of a word requires the meaning of other words, which also requires contextualization. Even though this paradox exists, people are able to communicate with each other and understand each other.
Linguistically and logically, x can hold a finite number of representations. Once this number reaches an impractical number of meanings, then it ceases to hold a concrete value or even a set of values. X has broken this law and triumphed. X is found in every part of life, and any attempt to reject the convoluted variable will only result in a complication of processes. X is just like life—it seems to be so complex and yet so simple, and at the end of the day, no one knows what x is, but everyone chooses to use x to the fullest of its extent.
X is everywhere and nowhere, and is more subjective than beauty in the eye of the beholder. Or not, depending on our formulaic needs today.</p>

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<p>…Isn’t it cogito ergo sum?</p>

<p>how long are these essays “supposed” to be?</p>

<p>I think 500 words is the general guideline for most college essays, but I wouldn’t worry about going over as long as it’s not like 2000 words and it’s actually necessary for it to be that long. (Mine was close to 1000.)</p>

<p>General consensus (whatever that’s worth) is that ~500 words is best, with 750 being the absolute max. But Chicago seems a lot more tolerant of longer essays than other schools–just be sure your essay actually NEEDS to be that long.</p>

<p>Mine were around 600 words each; I tried to make them as short as possible without losing meaning.</p>

<p>It says on the prompt that they want a page or two, so I made mine 1 3/4 with 1.5 spacing.</p>

<p>Accepted. 783 words.</p>

<p>Find x.
The crisscrossing lines of the letter x have always held a special place in our hearts. They represent the great mysteries, the family crest of knowledge and the unknown. From terrorizing algebra students to marking a pirate’s gold to calling someone the “x-factor,” we have used the letter x to symbolize the most important, the most frightening, and the most fascinating things in our lives. Perhaps the greatest example of this is time, represented on graphs along the x-axis as the independent variable. As the independent variable, x, or time, does not have its destiny determined: it determines the destiny of others. Both x and time change incessantly, and we are forced to comply with their movement.</p>

<p>The effects of the passage of time is called history. When we talk about history we usually talk about the history of a nation-state, like the United States history course taught in high schools across the country, or about history of a region, like European history. While these units of analysis offer an in-depth view of the particular unit in question, they fail to take into account the effects of time on other parts of the globe. Time creates ripples in history, spreading out from its origin, seeking out new objects to influence. When we do not know where these ripples have come from, but instead only see the result of their passing, we cannot hope to understand the world as a whole. The great problem with history is very similar to Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle from the field of quantum physics: you can know everything about an event in a particular setting or you can know the full extent of its effect on the world, but never the full extent of the event everywhere.</p>

<p>My x is the balance between these two options. I discovered my x during sophomore year. One night in late February my European history homework posed the question: what were the causes of World War I? Initially I considered the answer cut-and-dry: Yugoslavian nationalism was a growing power and the Austro-Hungarian empire was suppressing the movement. Tensions flared and that was that. But as I looked at my answer I felt somewhat unfulfilled, like I had cheated myself. Where did Yugoslavian nationalism get its roots? Why would a nation be able dominate another nation? I kept tracing back the origins of these issues. It seemed no matter how far back in history I went there was always another root to the start of World War I. The ripples in time could be felt hundreds, thousands, or even millions or billions of years later. It was a mind blowing experience: I had just tied the political upheaval of pre-World War I Europe to Martin Luther’s 95 Theses and Christopher Columbus’ “discovery” of the New World.</p>

<p>I had one of those movie flashback moments, where time stands still and the camera zooms into the character’s eye and into his memories. But I was not seeing my moments on the earth, I was seeing earth’s moments in the universe, from the Big Bang at the dawn of creation to the modern age. It was not my life that flashed before my eyes: it was the earth’s life. I snapped out of my reverie with a new understanding of the world, the camera zooming out of my pupil as time started back up. Events were not points in time but continuations of past events, spurred on by the ripples they created. It became my goal to find the context of everything I studied, not just in my study of history, but also in my science classes, my math class, and even my English class.</p>

<p>But as I began searching for the context, it became clear that having just the context is not enough. What good does it do one to know that nothing should go faster than the speed limit if one does not know the what speed limit is? Therefore specifics are needed to give meaning to the context, just as context gives meaning to the specifics. These problems brought me to my search for my x—my search for the correct balance of context and specifics. It is an issue that has troubled scholars for many years and one that will continue to harass them for many more. I have not found my x, but every day I gain insight into the possibilities that arise after finding some x, encouraging me to continue my quest. At the University of Chicago, I hope to gain an understanding of the appropriate levels of specificity and context, not just in history but in other areas of study and in my everyday life, as well.</p>

<p>Well I applied RD to UChicago, not sure about my essay…</p>

<p>Topic: Salt, governments, beliefs, and celebrity couples are a few examples of things that can be dissolved. You’ve just been granted the power to dissolve anything: physical, metaphorical, abstract, concrete…you name it. What do you dissolve, and what solvent do you use? </p>

<p>Among other things – social networking, tablet computers, information technology – we live in The Age of Self-Advertisement. We like calling ourselves ‘quirky’, ‘liberal’, ‘self-actualized’.
That is, until we are confronted with a weighing machine.
Self actualization shatters. Quirkiness flies out of the window. You become just like everyone else as you mount the scales - straddling self-disgust and jubilation as the pointer quivers tantalizingly. Will it be to the right? I’ll go on a crash diet! I’ll try Pilates! Anything, but please don’t tell me I’ve gained half-a-pound.
In tribute to Murphy’s Law, whenever you discover that you’ve gained a couple of pounds, your slimmest friend will be right next to you. They’ll sigh and say they wish they were lucky enough to gain weight. You’ll either be force-fed consolation and sympathies or (empathetically worse), their saccharine congratulations. Inside, they’ll gloat and plan to write in their diaries about how fabulous they are compared to the rest of the world. That’s the time you want to dissolve all the weighing machines in the world in an Olympic-sized swimming pool, brimming with aqua regia.
Balance is what keeps the cosmos in motion. Yin and Yang. Karmic retribution and Le Chatelier’s Principle. Your supermodel-slim friend will probably flunk a Calculus test because she was too busy confiding in her diary about her fabulousness to study. Your I-have-gained-a-pound-fuelled angst will inspire you to attain unnatural levels of concentration and you will ace the test. Then, self-righteously, you will gloat.
No matter how liberal we claim to be, we all have Weighing-Machine apps installed in our minds. You can blame social conditioning, you can claim biological necessity. Gender, caste and skin-color became politically incorrect, so we turned to subtler forms of discrimination – labels and cliques, predetermined by how you look, what you wear and how fast you can hack into the school’s administrative network. “Oh no,” you’ll probably think to yourself while you’re reading this, “not another kid who calls herself a pro-green, pro-peace anti-competitive vegan!”
Inequality and competition are the only things that drive the world forward - the only direction I’ve ever wanted to go.
“Then why is she mixing up weighing machines and pop-culture references in an incoherent hodgepodge?” You’ll wonder.
Once the first rage dissipates, I don’t really want to dissolve weighing machines. They’re the only things that stand between me and a binge at McDonald’s (that will, no doubt, clog my arteries with trans-fats and be responsible for a heart attack before I hit 30). I want to dissolve that feeling of smugness that rises after you’ve flaunted your BMI in your chubby friend’s face or your GPA in a party-animal’s face. We love to play nonchalant about our BMIs and GPAs – they’re just numbers, we considerately say – but at the end of the day they determine who we sit with at the lunch table aka everything that matters in life. Don’t get me wrong – I would never even think of dissolving the high I get after a victory. Just the rust of complacency that tarnishes it, the petty gloating that is born of a cheap victory and an insecure psyche.
For the metaphysical solvent to my metaphysical problem, I would retreat to an ‘herbal extract’ – obtainable only from the highest branch of the Jungian Tree of Self-Actualization. Among the common traits exhibited by those who have achieved self-actualization, Wikipedia mentions - They ‘can accept their own human nature in the stoic style, with all its shortcomings’, are similarly acceptant of others, and generally lack prejudice.
“That sounds very nice,” you’ll think, “but I’m in no condition to climb abstract trees to attain Nirvana. That won’t fill the gas in my car, it won’t clean the house. What do I get out of it?”
Would happiness sound too clichéd? You don’t have to go out of your way to achieve self-actualization – when you do what you love and spread that love, when you can find beauty around you and spread that beauty to others, you’ll reach it. It can be quicker than a crash diet and much less painful.
To conclude, I can’t honestly say how much (or whether at all) my essay will affect you, but it has affected me in a little way. It made me think beyond Kekule structures and L’Hospital’s Theorem for a little while. The next time I’m blessed enough to lose a little flab, I’ll remember that gloating and love are not one and the same. While you should always try to spread love around, you should keep your gloating to yourself. And what’s the best way to do it? Why, by investing in a little self-improvement, of course, and bracing yourself for a climb up the tree of self-actualization.</p>

<p>Um, I’m sorry for posting this! I didn’t realize that only people who’d already got their decisions are supposed to post their essays.</p>

<p>Here is my response to the ‘Find x’ prompt. I didn’t get accept but I’m quite proud of the essay I wrote. </p>

<p>Primordial instinct teaches the hunter that for a successful hunt, he must take on the form of the hunted. This hunt is no different. The hunt for knowledge, the unknown, x. Not simply an entity existing between w and y, x is mercurial; it permeates existence and is the epitome of archaic, algebraic wisdom. To me, x is the perfect adversary, the most elusive game.</p>

<p>In this alchemy of ‘becoming’, I must become my own prey. I must delve deep into my own psyche; I must prepare rigorously to read the footprints and follow the right track. Donning the skin of x, I prance, glide and crawl as I relentlessly stalk it. I know x is here somewhere, I can feel it. In my mind’s eye, I see it slithering into my skull and burying deep into the layers and folds bridging the conscious and subconscious of my cortical grey matter. Frantically, I claw at the fertile soil of my mind until my nails are encrusted with slough and ephemera. ‘This is no mean quarry’, I say to myself, x’s indominatibility adds cubits to its stature. Its adroitness fills me with reverence and the desire to quell such a worthy foe invests me with unearthly strength. </p>

<p>However, as I follow the scent of the unknown I must ward off an entirely different beast: a vile siren who sings of base needs and Freudian desires. The song distracts me and the mellifluous voice threatens to captivate and enthral even the most stalwart of hunters. This battle is fought in the trenches of my cortex and its aural assault throws me off guard. I realize that I must muster a counterattack immediately or my quarry will be lost and the quest for x will be in vain. With a crescendo of pure unadulterated focus, I drive the beguiling beast back to the darkest recesses of my mind.</p>

<p>Then I glimpse x darting among the cerebral foliage; the thrill of the chase. Chronos crawls and time dilates as my brain ticks at the speed of light and brings me to Occasio’s door. I know that I am close to ensnaring x and the prospect excites me; As I draw closer I see that x, that elusive unknown, has taken a thousand forms, clouding my mind with infinite possibilities. To say that my prey is versatile is an understatement. Undeterred, I wade through the miasma of false starts, dead ends, and red herrings, until at last I have my amorphous white whale cornered. I look into its ever-changing eyes and will it to be known.</p>

<p>Probing with transcendental tentacles, I wring the neck of x until its tired lungs finally relinquish their secret in a single dying breath. Triumphant, I drink the ichor of truth that seeps forth, but strangely my thirst is still not quenched. Scarcely have I wiped my lips when the bugle sounds again, heralding yet another pursuit for the boundless x. I realize then that there is still much to learn. “And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep*.</p>

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<li>From the poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.</li>
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<p>Find X.</p>

<p>I’ve already found X. Actually, I found two Xs to be exact. Though it was many years ago I acquired my precious Xs, I’ll recount my story for you, dear admissions officer, because it can relate across the ages. </p>

<p>I was a poor but determined sperm, searching to create an identity. With one X already in my satchel, the real question now was how to win the race and find another X. See, I wasn’t alone; rather claustrophobia was kicking in as millions of other sperm tried to push me aside. The competition was fierce.</p>

<p>Struggling to surge ahead, one of the other tadpoles cut me off rudely. He didn’t even say sorry. I’m a sperm who would normally let others pass by, but then the realization hit me: I’d be dead meat if any of the sperms beat me. Suddenly, his cutting me off didn’t fly by me. That Egg at the end of the race was going to be mine. </p>

<p>Forming a game plan in my miniscule head, I prepared myself for any encumbrances that would be coming across. Unfortunately, I didn’t account for gravity. Pausing for a second to catch my breath, I was pulled down into the masses. With no core muscles built yet, I was unable to turn around. But I wouldn’t give up. My entire body swung around desperately to grab hold to some sort of foothold, which after three agonizing milliseconds I did. Consequently, my tail ached like never before, but I still kept my nanometer lead over the rest.</p>

<p>I’ve always been competitive—at least in my 10-second life span—and this was no different; I refused to give up. When traveling through the North Sea, it’s easy to become tired, especially when your environment is warm and soporific. Having goals however has kept me steady and unfaltering. Never losing sight of the Egg, I surged ahead as the other sperms stopped to snuggle in niches. Dodging tissues and blood vessels, I finally collided into the Egg. </p>

<p>Though breaking the cell wall presented an unusual challenge, I rose above it and earned myself a second X. The Egg and I bonded immediately.</p>

<p>So, that’s how my two Xs came to be. Interestingly enough, I’m not much different from that resolute sperm. Though he didn’t have a love for biology or silly puns, and I’ve never fought for my life, we both have had goals and challenges en route to achievement. Not to mention, we share a strong drive to succeed.</p>

<p>Whether it’s achieving a World Championship title, working for a 5 on my AP English Language test (after a few less-than-successful essays the month prior), raising $5,000 for cancer research through Relay for Life, I know what I must do to overcome great odds.</p>

<p>Wow! That is truly unique!</p>

<p>I’ll just post my #5 topic because I haven’t got my decision yet.</p>

<p>“Suppose you have been shot in the stomach. You know you have only fifteen more minutes to live. Describe what you feel.”</p>

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<p>Oops, yeah. Typo.</p>

<p>Find x was easily the most fun- and the most difficult- topic to write about from all the other 3 :)</p>

<p>Option #5 (submitted for EA :))</p>

<p>Is there an index to ‘The Book’ in The Library?</p>

<p>In my senior IB English class I read a story called ‘Library of Babel’ by the Argentine writer Jorge Louis Borges. In this story, there is supposed to exist an infinitely large library containing every possible permutation of the alphabet. The people in this story were driven into insanity because among the infinite permutations existed the book that would give meaning to those people’s lives. Try as they might, they could not find the book and were doomed to wander the library until their deaths. Upon reflection, I realize that the library was a symbol for the infiniteness of our world and that as people we continue to wander in pursuit of the one book that will give our lives meaning. Although we are united in our purpose to find meaning, we are divided in our means to find it e.g., conflicting religions and science. My own path to find meaning was influenced by two schools of thought: rationalism and existentialism. However, the knowledge that I gained from both helped me form my own view the world.</p>

<p>As soon as I began to contemplate the nature of the universe, I felt that there is an external order and truth that gives meaning to human existence. With that fundamental belief, I turned to rationalism. In a broad sense, rationalism proposes that there is truth independent of experience, and allows for the possibility of an external truth. What distinguishes rationalism from similar philosophies i.e., determinism is that it turns to reason as a source of justification. The first “philosophical” text I read was by a rationalist named Bertrand Russell. In his book “The Problems of Philosophy”, Russell examines the power of logic and reason and explores its uses in allowing us to discern truth. The most powerful chapter in the book was about a concept called “a priori” knowledge. Proponents of a priori knowledge believe that there are fundamental truths that we know before experience. In that chapter, Russell illustrated a priori knowledge through a simple case of arithmetic. He said that if given the mathematical statement 7 + 5 = 12, where 7, 5, and 12 are known quantities, we can think of the relationship in an abstract sense. We are able to say with certainty that 7 fields + 5 fields will always equal 12 fields without physically grouping the fields. Although a priori doesn’t give direct meaning to human existence, it does allow for the possibility for meaning independent of our existence. For me, such a possibility was reassuring because it supported my fundamental belief. </p>

<p>Although I felt assured by the beliefs of rationalism, I couldn’t help questioning them. I would often contemplate the possibility of a meaningless world in which humans hopelessly chase a truth that never exists. It was at this point that I started reading from a branch of philosophy called existential nihilism. Existential nihilism argues that life has no objective meaning, purpose or intrinsic value. It also believes that morality doesn’t inherently exist and is contrived by society to maintain order. While I was initially appalled by this possibility, I found that many of its theories were cogent and insightful. For example, Existential nihilism believes in the freedom of the individual to find meaning. This theory indicates that the individual has the free will find his or her own purpose. </p>

<p>For a while, I struggled to reconcile the differences between the two theories. It seemed like an endless circle of arguments in which each philosophical view proposed an idea that countered the other’s idea. As I entered high school, I started to volunteer at my city. By helping others I got an intrinsic sense of purpose. I had this inexplicable feeling that I was part of something larger than myself. When I reflected on this, I realized that these two schools of thought were not mutually exclusive. Existentially, I created my own sense of purpose through volunteering, but rationalistically, I had discovered a truth independent of my experience: that in order to create a better world, one must actively seek to make a difference. Maybe I had caught a glimpse of the book in Borges’ library.</p>

<p>^I like your essay TippuSultan!
But I especially like the topic! :slight_smile:
I must take up philosophy in college. You make it sound very interesting.</p>