<p>What do you all think of my Haverford Honor Code supplemental essay. Its much less formally written than the others...</p>
<p>The students are crazed, the teachers are frazzled, and the parents are pushy. Welcome to my world a world governed by the desire to attend a top school at whatever cost. A world wherein students refuse to help one another, cheat on their exams, and fight tooth and nail for the extra point that could bring them one step closer to fulfilling their parents dreams and carrying out the Harvard legacy. Growing up in such a place is a little more than strange, as I am a student whose mother knows nothing of the Ivy League (though she was confused when we wound up at Haverford, which she thought was in Cambridge) and whose dream is simply to love the next four years of his life. Nevertheless, I will freely admit that I am obsessed with college as well, but it seems to be an obsession of an entirely different kind.</p>
<p>My obsession with everything college stems from a desire to find an environment of intellectual stimulation and academic adventure. What stuck out so clearly during my numerous visits to Haverford was that the pretenses evident on other campuses were absent. Students respected one another, their professors, the administration, and the community. I couldnt figure out what Haverford had done right that Northport had never figured out until I discovered the Honor Code. Sitting in a grandiose reading room in the Magill Library, my tour guide seemed to assume that we all knew the Honor Code well. Apparently, most of the kids had been researching this school since they were four, as their patience was obviously tested when I began asking questions. In high school, a bureaucracy that runs my life, rules are rules, and there is no bending of them. At Haverford, it appeared you make the rules. </p>
<p>On the drive home, I began wondering how different my life would have been if my own high school had an honor code similar to Haverfords. At first, I was a bit hesitant. For four years, my life had been about challenging the status quo and I suppose it had been rather successful. Whether it was the rather unpleasant experience with a teacher which led me to create and teach a mutual respect workshop to hundreds of my districts educators or my petitioning of the New York State Department of Education to comply with No Child Left Behind and allow me to take courses at Stony Brook University I couldnt help but wonder if an Honor Code would make it all too easy! What was life without a great challenge?</p>
<p>Upon further inspection of the Honor Code, however, I realized that the quick college tour summary of such an incredible document was insufficient. After years of public education, in which rules were what one had to live by, I simply assumed that the Honor Code was a more Quaker version of the stringent rules I had tried to revise all my life and was now trying to escape. But this was not the case, the Code was not a set of rules, but instead a way of life. Living in an environment with no rules might be chaos at some places, but this was Haverford, and the aura of the campus on each and every visit never left me wondering whether this Code could hold up. In the end, the Honor Code no longer signifies to me the conclusion of my rebellions, but instead marks the beginning of a life where rules are secondary to self satisfaction and personal growth.</p>