I just wanted to share mine 
, feel free to share your own too.
"We know that colleges ask a lot of hard questions on their applications. This one is not so hard and we promise, there is no hidden agenda – just have fun! We have all heard the saying “laughter is the best medicine.” Recount a time when something really made you laugh. (200 word limit)"
I rarely call my brother by his real name. He’s dark, darker than anyone else in my family so we call him Negro, Black Boy. Despite its inappropriateness in English, Negro and words alike are said with the utmost endearment by Colombians. When my parents were together, my dad would even call my mom his Gorda, Fat Lady.
I went to Six Flags last summer with my family and at some point during the trip, Negro went missing. Five of us, essentially white-passing Hispanics, called after our Negro. Needless to say, we received many insulted looks and when I realized the root of it, we had to temporarily put our search on hold to collect ourselves after our ensuing laughter.
From then on, I made the conscious decision to call my little brother by his given name when in public but he’s still my Negro, which, just to clarify, I say with love.
idk if Negro is a censored word on here hmm... just in case, just to clarify, the word I'm using is the Spanish word for black, NOT that other word with the gg's in the middle that ends with an er
I was really worried about sending this essay because I felt that it made me seem really racist? like it's completely non-controversial to say this kind of story to Colombians but I feel like to Americans it's a way more iffy topic? I took a leap though simply because it was deadline-day and that was the only story on my mind lol
my brother and i have the same parents btw which is why everyone calls him Black Boy since it's kind of funny that in a family of pale brunettes there's him with jet-black hair and darker than olive skin. we have some Amerindian in us so thats where it came from :)
just because im paranoid since i haven’t enrolled at smith yet and whatnot, my initials are K.S., parents are G.S. and A.S., from NY, former exchange student. (just in case i have to prove that this essay wasnt copied)