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I dropped my backpack onto my bed and ran to my phone. I answered on the very last ring and burst into a detailed explanation of my day only to hear sobs.

Married at 16


I never imagined I’d get married at 16, but then again, I never thought I would ever complete four half marathons either. I still perfectly remember the day that I heard the wedding bells; a day that would change my life forever.



I gently press down on the button, keeping my finger in place as I listen to the mechanical twists and turns and wait for the beep. Once I hear the familiar sound, I press down once again and hear the quick snap of the shutter, and within seconds I am looking at a photograph.

Above the Lights


Recount an incident or time when you experienced failure. How did it affect you, and what lessons did you learn?

The Noorani Naan Shop


Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there and why is it meaningful to you?



My teacher taught me that an essay doesn’t have a structure; “It’s a piece of writing, an artistic creation, a piece of your mind, does your mind have a shape?” I followed the old man’s advice and created this dialogue about an interview between me and the admissions officer.



I sit on the edge of the rink, on top of the wall where the hockey benches are, looking out across the ice at the couples, the children, the parents. It’s getting colder not skating. A young girl, probably six or seven, skates by dressed in a warm fuzzy pink sweater holding her fathers hand.



How have your past circumstances and experiences (such as your upbringing, community, and/or activities) impacted who you are, your future goals, and your choice of major?

Noodle Café

I have always liked to scrutinize people. Posture, gait, gestures, facial expression - every detail is recorded with precision. Later, I replay the images and observe the idiosyncrasies that catch my interest. The individual fades; the details surface.


The heat was overwhelming. Sweat trickled down my forehead in steady, eye-stinging beads. I bent over to grab another bundle of rice seedlings, and
suddenly the world went out in a white hot flash.


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