This hypothetical person's chances

<p>A “Funny” Story
From Dinosaurs to …who knows what?
I wasn't always the best student as one would define it in conventional terms. But I can say with a certain degree of pride that I knew a lot of stuff. Not complicated, abstract concepts about life and its meaning, but what 95% of society would call "useless knowledge."</p>

<pre><code> "Library" was probably the first word word longer than two syllables I learned (and I'm not joking here). My parents first introduced me to the joys of a library when I was five years old. Naturally, I drifted over to the section on dinosaurs. Like most kids, I memorized the popular ones like Tyrannosaurus Rex, Brontosaurus (not the correct name, but that's not relevant here), etc. But it didn't stop there. The oxymoron "positive addiction" actually not too much of a contradiction. How could those dinosaurs have died, I asked myself? Well, then I opened a book about asteroids. I still remember reading about the 6 mile asteroid that hit the Yucatan Peninsula in whatchamacallit 65 million years ago, and it exploding with the force of some incredibly unbelievable amount of nuclear bombs. That got me hooked. Being a curious kid, big numbers made me think weird thoughts. Nuclear bombs, dinosaurs, 65 million years...it was all way out there for me. Nevertheless, this was the beginning of my interest of knowledge, especially science (more specifically astronomy).

 Why do I love astronomy so much?  Because it's so huge.  (Biology got a little boring for a kid like me.)  You could see it every night from anywhere in the world.  It was an inspiration, and to me, the vastness of the universe revealed the power of God.  The realization that the universe was billions of years old and billions of light years across was nothing short of startling.  (Perhaps my love for huge numbers sparked my interest in math.)  I began to compete in various science and math competitions as I grew older, and I won several gold medals in the national Science Olympaid tournament even as a middle schooler.  After being admitted to Troy High School a year late (long story, read below in 3rd essay), my thirst for knowledge developed even more.  qualified for the Mathematical Olympiad Summer Program, was a Siemens-Westinghouse Semifinalist, an Research Science Institute alumnus, and a semifinalist for the United States Physics team.  I will also be the team captain of the Science Olympiad and Science Bowl teams in my school, both of which placed first in the national tournament.  In addition, I have taken advanced courses in mathematics up to differential equations through the EPGY program.  I am also a Siemens AP Award winner.  I could talk about these accomplishments for quite a long time, but that is not the point.  The point is that my successes came from a love for learning and understanding that blossomed early in my life.  Sometimes, I get overexcited in the pursuit of being #1 all the time, as many competitive individuals do.  Despite the natural competitive instinct, I try to keep that secondary to the more noble cause of learning.


They say knowledge is a tree.  And from my experience, it truly is.  I went from T-rex to nearly every subject that is taught in school.  Now, science and math isn’t my only interest.  I got in touch with my love for the humanities rather late, but I am finding that experience just as rewarding as my former.  I want to be a sponge in college and absorb every little piece of knowledge there is in the world.  Of course, book learning isn’t everything, and I’ll be sure to work on my street-smarts in college as well.

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<p>Now, whenever my friends say, "Brady, that's useless knowledge," I roll my eyes. Not because I'm annoyed, but because I'll be the one holding the fat check for 50,000 signed by Alex Trebek. Now I'm not saying I'll be on TV or anything like that, but it sure will be interesting when my parents find out that I actually thank them for taking me to the library instead of buying me a pokemon game.</p>

<p>The Evil “D” word, and the Meaning of Success</p>

<pre><code> After reading my first essay, you’re probably thinking that I was always a good student. Read on to find about the bad side of Brady Yoon.
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<p>When I was a kid, I hated the word discipline. It was the very antithesis of who I was. I stubbornly defended my belief that discipline, planning, preparation, and other such qualities were all useless and some "conspiracy" of evil adults. Of course, most people believe this when they are children. But it did not stop there. Throughout middle school, I retained these beliefs. But successes still came my way. I won awards in national competitions and was the top student in my graduating class. What was the fuss? What if I'm not organized? What if my life has no plans and I waste all my time? I'm still successful! That was my general attitude. Deep down inside, I knew I had to improve, but I had no idea how or when I would do it.
My essay on overcoming obstacles recounts what happened over the next year. As I was attending Troy High, I was shocked to see that the rigors of high school life were demanding, to the point of exhaustion. My grades began to slip, and I ended up getting a B+ in Spanish. Of course, in life, that means nothing, but to myself, it was a great blow to my pride and false sense of security. I understood the material, I probably knew just as much as the kids who were pulling of A's in that class.</p>

<pre><code>I talked to my parents that night, and they looked at me not with anger, but disappointment that I still hadn't learned the most important lesson. My intentions were noble - I appreciated that Troy had considered admission after the most unusual circumstances, and I vowed to do my best. I dreamed of being one of the best students not only in Troy, but in the whole nation. My heart was in it, I was motivated, and for the first time, I believed in myself!!! What was the problem? My dad told me something that was an astounding revelation. "Brady, don't measure time by days, measure it by hours." That's all he said. I expected him to say, "Brady, you must work harder," or some generic, overstated advice. It was seriously something I never thought of.

I seriously mulled over my dad's words in the upcoming winter break. I began to implement his suggestions into my life. I didn't work harder all that much harder. I merely replaced the illusion of hard work into true hard work, nearing almost 100% efficiency. I realized that much of what is called studying is really daydreaming. Instead of thinking this project is due in two weeks, I said, I have 6 hours every day to do work. That's about 90 hours. It suddenly seemed like a lot less. On top of that, 6 other classes, a torturous track and field practice every day, and studying for four extracurricular competitions. I said that the rigors of high school life were demanding, I take that back. The rigors of high school are demanding for a person who does not understand the value of time. And what is necessary to manage this time? Discipline and preparation. I understood the importance and necessity of these words that I had hated.

My father's advice and my own struggles came at the perfect time. Words of wisdom are only appreciated when needed. When I was coasting through middle school and my first year of high school, my dad probably told me these things before-but I didn't listen. When the easy-straight A attitude was ripped away from me, I began to open my eyes and listen. I'm even thankful that my GPA went down.
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<p>A “Funny” Story
There was a school named Troy High that everyone wanted to go to. #20 in the entire US, best computer science program in the nation, a perennial national championship Science Olympiad team, a place where one could get a superior education. I dreamed of attending Troy, but at that time, it was merely a fuzzy dream with no sense of direction and plan when I was accepted... A straight A+ report card, excellent recommendations, my somewhat arrogant personality...I was sure I would be accepted. When the day of the admission test came, I took it with such bravado that I failed to see an entire page. When there were 2 minutes remaining, I saw that I hadn't completed 25 problems. My heart racing and my fingers trembling, tears of frustration and rage began to flood my mind...the price of arrogance that this test would be oh-so-easy. Due to my grave mistake, I was waitlisted. I would not find out the decision until almost 6 months later.</p>

<pre><code> By this time, I was already enrolled in my local high school, Canyon High. I considered moving schools, but I wouldn't be accepted into the special programs because my test scores were on the bottom of the class. (In fact, I discovered that the only reason I was accepted to Troy was because someone had left in the middle of the semester, allowing me room). Because of these problems, I chose to stay at Canyon. However, during the end of the year, I realized Canyon wasn't right for a student with a such a keen interest in math and science. I wanted to go to Troy so badly that I dreamed of it. While doing Science Olympiad for my middle school team (high school freshman can help the middle school team), I experienced how much I loved science...and I would never get to experience that feeling again...

I could have given up then.  But I thought I had a glimmer of hope.  I went on Troy's website and looked up rules regarding admission to Troy in the sophomore year.  In big black bold letters, it said, "ONLY INCOMING FRESHMEN WILL BE CONSIDERED FOR ACCEPTANCE INTO TROY."  I was devastated, and almost started crying.  But my dad told me that there was ALWAYS a way, no matter what the challenges.  So I wrote a letter explaining my desire to attend Troy, and how much it would help my future and goals.  I waited a week for a response.


My parents thought I was being murdered.  I let out a scream that alerted my neighbors as I ran around like a crazy madman.  "I GOT ACCEPTED!!!!!"  I couldn't believe it.  Something like this hadn't ever happened before.  I don't know what was in that letter, but I can't help but believe that God truly helped me and gave me a second chance.  Why did Troy accept me?  Who knows?  I was dedicated to be the best student, and I was willing to work as hard as I had to.
But something didn't work out.  Why?  As I explained in my earlier essay, my study habits were not in line with my drive and ambition.  I deceived myself into thinking that I was studying hard, but I wasn't studying smart.  Most importantly, I wasn't managing my time.  My grades slipped a little and I ended up getting one B in Spanish; however, as my perception of the value of time began to change, my grades skyrocketed.  I was in the top of every class, and to my surprise, I was getting more sleep that I did when my grades were dropping!  My grade in Spanish improved to an A+ that semester, the only one in the whole school (and in the last two years).  I participated in many extracurricular activities and sports (which are discussed in other essays).  Now, I feel like I am one step closer to accomplishing my ultimate goal.


My path to Troy High school was far longer and more winding than it should have been.  What should have ended at a three hour long test ended up being dragged out for over a year.  I took the road less traveled.  Or in other words, I took the road never traveled.  I'm guessing that the value of the American educational system is that they allow a person a second chance.  I'm happy that one of the Troy administrators/principal chose to violate their policy that fateful day.

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<p>There is No Victory Without Pain
I lined up at the blocks…my heart was pounding at 150 beats per minute…and the sound of the starting gun going off. The sound of that starting gun is the beginning of a gut-wrenching pain, but is nonetheless very special to me. The pain and suffering only last 50 seconds, but the joy of victory lasts all day. People ask me why I do it. I tell them: because I can’t play football, basketball, or baseball. But the real reason is that I want to become the kind of person who can face the fear of pain and come away victorious. By victory, I don’t mean winning. I mean knowing that I gave my personal best and that I didn’t let up, even for one second. After I finish my race, I usually throw up because of the pain, but physical pain is always better than mental pain. Long story short, running the 400 is a test of my mental strength as much as academics.</p>

<pre><code> Practice is almost as bad, if not worse. In a race, the adrenaline is coursing through my veins, but during practice, it's a constant battle between my reason and my conscience. Reason tells me to slow down a bit, to relax (this is practice after all...), but my conscience tells me to keep pushing. Running 400m 10 times in 65 seconds with a minute of rest is pretty torturous... My goal is to break the school record of 48.7 seconds in my senior year. Right now, I am at 50.8 seconds. It seems easy, but 2 seconds at this level is a lifetime.

Another event I do is the triple jump. It is definitely the weirdest event, and the hardest to master. While less painful that the 400m, it is certainly more frustrating because of the ankle injuries. Currently, I am at 47' and I am looking forward to improving to 49' next year. While running the 400m takes guts, perfecting the triple jump takes patience.

To me, track and field isn't a place where people that don't make the football team go. It's a place where the battle of guts and willpower are tested. Am I strong enough? Am I willing to work that hard?
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<p>Keep in mind, these essays were written in the last two hours. ;)</p>

<p>Everyone posts the same old stats, I thought essays would be preferrable.
Rate these essays as if they are first drafts which can build upon the basic ideas presented.</p>

<p>Oh yeah, this is for Stanford and Harvard.</p>

<p>the basic idea represented seemed to be arrogance. the essays were oozing with it to the point where it was actually a little disgusting to read. besides, the topics were so school-obsessed that it doesn't seem like a real person was behind them, just a grade-driven machine, although i don't know what the specific topic was so you could have had a reason for that. i'm sure this probably seems harsh, but it honestly just came off as being so meandering and snobby that i didn't want to finish them.</p>