<p>What do you look for when your kiddo lets you read their admissions essay and asks for advice? Take a look at the essay below. Note that even though the story is about taking calls on Christmas, it really is about the change taking place within the writer. Rather than TELL that inner story, it SHOWS how the transformation took place. The essay is very specific, with quotes and real conversations, again SHOWING the story rather than telling it. You can imagine this essay if it had all been introspective... not too interesting.</p>
<p>The concept of transformation, transition, growing up, changing for the better, overcoming issues or challenges is one of the most important aspects that can be conveyed in a college admissions essay. Check the Common App prompts and see how they are really asking for this "character development."</p>
<p>Finally, notice the little "stinger" at the end. Just a little twist to make the reader smile and make sure this essay will be memorable. So many essays can benefit from this extra sentence or two.</p>
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It was Christmas and I was nine years old when I confronted my parents with the fact that I knew the truth. I know, I told them defiantly, There is no Santa Claus. They looked at me with a little sadness but with expressions like they had expected it all along. I had known for years that the mall Santas were just helpers. And my friends had been trying to convince me for some time that there was no real Santa. But I successfully argued with them until one day I ran out of arguments and reluctantly accepted the truth.</p>
<p>That was the Christmas the magic disappeared. That night, when my parents suggested leaving some milk and cookies out before we went to bed, I gave them a look of who are you kidding? No more milk and cookies. Oh, the presents were still there under the tree the next morning, but that feeling of Christmas Day being special was gone.</p>
<p>Each successive Christmas was lessened in some intangible way. The magic was not coming back.</p>
<p>Last year, my father, who works for an Air Force contractor, got a chance to volunteer with NORAD Tracks Santa (NTS) and he asked me to come along. We would take a four-hour shift with many other volunteers at the NTS Operations Center at Peterson Air Force Base in Colorado Springs. We would be answering calls from children all over the United States and the world, asking where Santa was and when hed be arriving. We had a huge display on the wall of the Center with a map of the world and an indicator of Santas travels. The calls that came in were touching and hilarious.</p>
<p>One of my favorites was a little girl who was absolutely convinced that Santa was bringing her a reindeer:Me: Are you sure? Don't you mean a stuffed animal reindeer?
Girl: I KNOW he's bringing me a real reindeer.
Me: Do you live on a farm or a ranch?
Girl: No, just a regular house, but I fixed up the backyard for it.
Me: And you're sure of this?
Girl: My mom says absolutely not, but I'm still sure.
And another:Kid: When will Santa get here?
Me: Where do you live?
Kid (turning away from the phone): Mom, the man on the phone wants to know my address. Can I tell him?
Mom (in background): NOOOO!! Santa should KNOW where you live.
Mom was on the phone for this one:Mom (with daughter on speakerphone): Santa called us today.
Me: He DID? Wow!
Mom: He wanted to explain that one of his elves made a big mistake.
Me: Huh?
Mom: Santa said that when the elves were loading the sleigh, some parts fell off one of the toys, so the one he was delivering was missing some parts, and that he'd send the parts later,
Me: Those elves...
But it was this call that got to me:Boy: My cousin doesn't believe in Santa.
Me: How old is your cousin?
Boy: Nine
Me: Well, something happens when you turn about eight or nine. You think you know the truth about everything. It's not until later when you find out the REAL truth and realize how dumb you were.
Boy: Well I must be a GENIUS, cause I believe in Santa.
I realized then how dumb I had been. That night taking calls reminded me of the magic that Christmas had been for me, once upon a time. The magic was totally real, and Santa provided that magic, ergo, Santa has to be real. This last Christmas, my seventeenth, was one of the best in years.</p>
<p>Later that night, just before bed, my father asked me what I was doing as I came back from the kitchen. I replied, Leaving milk and cookies.
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