華裔女生的Williams-WL Essay:
Jenny Zhang on Questbridge
Brown-ED/R; Swarthmore-RD/A; Williams-RD/WL; Amherst-RD/A; Vandy-RD/WL; USC-RD/R; Duke-RD/R; Harvard-RD/R; Princeton-RD/R; Yale-RD/R; Cornell-RD/R; Columbia-RD/R; UPenn-RD/A
Prompt: Challenge/Growth
To my dedicated and sacrificial parents,
Life for you must’ve been hard, starting afresh with only a vague plan for a better life.
Did having Joseph two years before me prepare you adequately for me? I was such a sassy, expensive baby, and wow, am I an ugly crier.
It must’ve been tough putting up with my tantrums over not having my food groups touch when we barely made enough to put the food there in the first place. I mean, mixing Chinese and Korean dishes accidentally is alright guess, but that was such an insensitive habit for you to endure. It must’ve been hard when you both came home after working long hours, and I’d whine until we played one more game of hide-and-seek.
Dang, I remember when Dad was working a double night shift and I threw a fit over some vegetables while he was sleeping, and he came out to yell at me and Joseph. I remember getting really angry at you, but now I realize how inconsiderate I was.
I remember when Joshua was born, two days before my eighth birthday, no one was home to celebrate with me; I remember resenting him and the family for it. I remember thjat I basically raised Joshua when Mom was gone: changing his diapers, showering him, and reading him to sleep, while at the same time trying to fit in the activities Mom wanted Joseph and me to do. Extra prep book work. Chinese school on Saturdays. Korean school on Sundays. Whatever else, I guess.
It annoyed me that, despite my skill on the piano outgrowing Mom’s skill as her primitive knowledge in the instrument wasn’t enough to teach me to be good on the instrument, she’d continue to lecture me and give me what I felt like underserved and unprofessional tips mostly consisting of “put more soul into it.”
Wow, was I a bratty and selfish princess, but once high school came around, I think that this time was when I was finally able to pick up after myself. I became smarter or so I’d like to think (I know…still questionable), but I kept forcing myself into Joseph’s shoes of a reclusive intellectual — I joined all the STEM clubs that he joined like Science Olympiad and competed in events that he competed in because I guess, deep down, I just wanted to be better than him. Yikes, but at least this was when I really started to mature.
I started to competing in Disease Detectives because I thought that I loved epidemiology, but I soon realized that I am not someone who wants to study the disease itself. Rather, I want to focus on how the disease affects people — how infectious disease affected the economy, daily habits, and culture of society. I want a wider perspective of the entire world, not just a micro-perspective limited to the individual.
I think I patterned my definition of success too much on what Joseph did, because what everyone told me was what success seemed like, but now I know that being successful isn’t relegated to academic performance or knowing facts I don’t need to be academically smart to achieve success; I define success as utilizing my personality to build a cohesive community.
I learned this when I woke up at five in the morning to hand out water bottles for the Cystic Fibrosis Awareness Walk in the pouring rain and talked to the survivors who were pouring forth their stories. I’ve tried it his and your way — I’ve tried to be the walking calculator or human encyclopedia that just spits out facts, but I couldn’t. Its not Jennifer. I am not just academically smart, I am people-smart.
I don’t hesitate to give back to the community around me and abroad. I’m always looking for an opportunity to donate my time and energy to those less fortunate than me. I can’t help but to prioritize other before myself. I love people — humanity. That’s my success.
I know you’re doing the best you can for us, especially for me, the princess of the household. Looking back, I was taught to mature quickly. I found my love of children after all those years of babysitting. I gained self-confidence and I eventually grew. I grew into crescent-eyed smiler you see today. The free-spirited dreamer. The spontaneous traveler. The talkative entertainer. The powerful fighter.
I’m sorry for being the reckless child who took you for granted. I’m sorry for resenting you for giving me such a rough childhood. All you wanted was a better life for me — for all your children. YOU exceeded the “American Dream.”
I know I dodn’t say “thank you” enough and I never will. There aren’t enough “thank you.” All I can say is…
I love you.
Your precious daughter.
【凸子評語】
這可真是一篇感人的文章。這種感人的文章,我找不出不好的地方。
不僅我喜歡。讀過的網友,也好多都是內牛滿麵的。
那為什麽Williams給了WL呢?因為各校對Questbridge的政策,都是配額製度的。雖然每年並不確定某個數量,但還是規定了一個數字範圍的。招到這個範圍的人數,招生辦就算是完成任務了。
這個邏輯裏,申請者除了拚慘,就是拚運氣。本文的作者運氣也挺好。不過,人家沒接Williams的轉正。而是去了UPenn了。
但是,這篇可不能作為你們的範本的哦。一是Questbridge不是多數人的通道,二是模仿來的故事也不可能感人。
能感人的,必須是你自己的東西。自古文章皆是如此。