We’ve compiled various sample essays from people who have recently completed the college application process.
These essays were chosen for their clarity, originality, voice, and style.
I have remained the naïve American who saw Castro as some distant enemy of my country, accepting this as fact because this seemed to be the accepted wisdom.
I soon became intrigued, however, with this supposed plague to my freedom, my culture, and everything good and decent. What’s so bad about Castro and Cuba—and I hear they have good coffee.
I’m glad I have a lot of time left, because I definitely have a lot of chances left to give, a lot of people left to love. Existentialist me leans against my door, eyebrows raised. you’re writing that philosophy book, which should do well. He’s composing music, making beautiful art; why don’t we see where we can get with that? First of all, you failed to mention fascinations with neurology and psychology, which are potential majors at every university. I am looking forward to living on my own—away from our overprotective, over-scrutinizing family. Lighthearted: Existential: There’s really no reason to be stressed about anything.
Stressed me, Independent me, and Artistic me are also present. Is this “Captain Planet,” where all the characters join fists and out bursts the superhero? Not to mention the endless possibilities if Lighthearted aims for I mean, let’s be realistic: if we go to college, eventually we’ll be required to declare a major. Furthermore, opportunities to study comedy, music, and art are available at all colleges too; we just have to go after them. Artistic: Yeah—imagine how much better I’d be at writing music if I took a music-composition course. And what about our other educational goals such as becoming fluent in Japanese, learning the use of every TI-89 calculator button . If you think about how trivial—how meaningless—all this worry is, it’s kind of pathetic that your anxiety is about to get us all stuck with a pimple.
Laura never gave up on me, and the chance she gave me to like her was a chance that changed my life.
Because of this, I know the value of a chance, of having faith in a person, of seeing others as they wish they could see themselves. Lighthearted me hangs upside-down, off the back of my recliner. Plus, I was thinking of college as a social clean slate.
The first three years of our relationship were characterized solely by my hatred toward her, manifested in my hurting her, each moment hurting myself twice as much.
From the moment I laid eyes on her, she was the object of my unabated hatred, not because of anything she had ever done, but because of everything she represented.