My Dream College - Varsity Tutors Scholarship Essay
If I had to choose my dream college it would be Indiana University of Pennsylvania. IUP seems like a wonderful college that offers anything and everything to their students. IUP also looks like an exceptional school because they have wonderful dorm rooms, as well as a great campus. Indiana University of Pennsylvania is my dream school. IUP has so many things to offer. They have a lot of help available to their students, such as financial aid and tutoring. Indiana University of Pennsylvania also has many wonderful professors and advisors that are willing to help their students out with anything that they might need. IUP is an exceptional college that has so many programs and resources that make it easier for students to grow and learn. IUP is definitely my dream college. Indiana University of Pennsylvania is my dream school, because they have the best dorm rooms out of every college that I have seen which is a lot. IUP's dorm rooms are an exceptionally nice size, which makes it so much easier for students to study and work on schoolwork. I am going to school for nursing and find this to be a huge advantage, because being able to get away from your roommate and just sit down and focus on important schoolwork is a must. IUP's dorms are amazing, which is another reason as to why it is my dream school. IUP has a great spacious campus that is wonderful for walking around between classes and hanging out with friends. Indiana University of Pennsylvania's campus has an amazing library that is great for tutoring and borrowing books for different class assignments. The campus also has some great stores where you can buy and rent textbooks to use for your different classes, as well as an apparel shop so that you can support IUP. IUP has an amazing campus that makes very easy for it to be my dream college. Indiana University of PA is my top college, and also my dream college, because it is overall an exceptional school. They supply everything that they can to students to make their schooling easier. They also have amazing dorm rooms, and a beautiful campus. IUP is my dream college and it should be yours too.
Ahh, the application essay. Why is it so agonizing for students worldwide? Which topic shall be chosen, A or B? Can I impress those admissions staff? Is there such a thing as too personal?
I can't recall precisely when I decided to apply to MIT Early Action. Or precisely why. It was that dream in the sky that I think I wanted more than other dreams in the sky. And so my college application season began.
My interview was at the Cosi at 13th Street and 6th Avenue with a young recent graduate named Steve. I always get really nervous at interviews. I remember nothing else about Steve (was he Course 15? 14? did he even know NYC?), but he liked the drawing I'd made while waiting for him and seemed really impressed by my response to my upbringing and family situation. Like, about to pee his pants impressed that I'd climbed so high on the life ladder. I left more than an hour later feeling like that went pretty well.
Then there's the essay. Like a good hopeful applicant, I spent weeks thinking about and working on my essay. And reworking it. Over and over again. The online submission date was November 1. Shortly before then, something amazing happened.
The website crashed.
ZOMG THE SITE CRASHED
If I recall correctly, nothing was actually lost. But for the trouble, we were granted a few extra days to submit our applications. The due date was moved to Friday, November 4th 11:59pm.
(Also known as, do you know how to procrastinate? You will soon...)
I sometimes wonder whether what happened next was a fantastic twist of fate. How much would have changed if the following had not happened?:
Early Friday evening, I decided I hated my essay. I hated it so much that I considered it broken beyond repair. So, with only a few hours before the deadline (maybe the site won't crash again?), I started my essay from scratch. The next two or three hours were a frantic night of keyboard-banging, friend-proofreading, and increasing panic. Wouldn't it have been safer to submit the overly-edited essay?
I gave MIT the new essay, and MIT gave me admission.
For those beginning their applications and perhaps working on their essays this very moment, and perhaps for those who were just curious as to what a decent college application essay is like, I share mine with you. You'll learn more about me in the process, which is really what the essay is supposed to do in the first place right? :)
(If Ms. Cleary happens to be reading this, um, well, hi. Look where I am now. :D)
Living in the graffiti-adorned projects of the Lower East Side, I’ve adjusted well to low-income living. Stuyvesant High School’s done a first-rate job on making me feel like an outcast for it.
“You can get a fee waiver once you give us a copy of your parent’s 1040 tax forms,” Ms. Cleary automatically explained.
“My parents don’t have tax forms,” I said pointedly. “They don’t fill them out.”
“Of course they file tax forms,” she shot back. “Everyone does.” After a few more minutes of fruitless discussion, I left the College Office, unsuccessful. I would pay for SAT II exams, again.
Even with fee waivers, applying to college is pricey. Sending test scores to more than 4 colleges cost money, AP exams fees are reduced but not obliterated, and I’d love to meet the genius who thought of charging a fee for applying for financial aid. When approaching Ms. Cleary for help with the CCS Profile - I didn’t know where to indicate welfare and food stamp income - she asked me which school I chose to apply to.
“M.I.T.,” I replied.
“Oh, M.I.T.?” she mused. “How ironic, that you’re applying to M.I.T. and yet you can’t fill out a form…” I don’t consider my school’s administration supportive or welcoming.
My family felt strained enough paying $57 for senior dues when I attended middle school. Being a senior at Stuy is much, much worse. So far, this year’s classes have demanded about $270 total in textbooks, workbooks, art supplies, and other expenses. When my teachers ask whether anyone will have trouble paying for their supplies, no one speaks up and an awkward silence ensues.
While academic costs have mostly been waived, high school memories are not priceless. Yearbook photos just came in, and packages cost from $86 to about $230. I’ll probably wear an old dress and take the subway to my senior prom, which will probably set me back another $160. I will not get a class ring.
Many of my friends carry $10 and $20 daily, while I get $5 on a good day. Most of their parents are middle to upper class, working as teachers, lawyers, programmers, doctors, writers, social workers, or scientists, unlike my mother who is excused from work because of illness. Some of my classmates come from private schools, and many buy prep books for exams and have been in expensive SAT prep courses since middle school. They seem unable to comprehend my situation; the blank, baffled looks on their faces upon learning I have no cable television, cell phone, or air conditioning shock me.
“We do it because we want you to be happy,” my grandmother had explained to me when giving me $60 to attend a discounted college trip. Even in a nation governed by socioeconomic class, I believe that happiness and perseverance are enough for success. Although I use second-hand paints and brushes in acrylic painting class, I know that my painting will look just as striking.