College admission counselors read hundreds of application essays every year. And many of these essays are almost indistinguishable. A strong college application essay is original and stands-out from all the others.

Crested Butte


I let my bike fall to the ground and stumbled over to a bush, barely making it there before spewing the delicious French toast I had for breakfast all over the dusty gravel.



The day my dad took me to my first tabla class 7 years ago I remembered feeling resentment over the fact that he couldn’t just sign me up for soccer or swimming or even a ballet class. Yes he did indeed say that I could quit anytime but said I needed to at least try it.



I won the lottery of life by being born into a world where I could be properly fed and clothed at all times. I live in a loving and supporting community, where education is so top notch that I sometimes take it for granted.

Freezing Water


"Why would you give up that little piece of heaven for a brutal, breath-robbing brainfreeze?!", my logical brain shouted utterly irritated. Against all odds, I slowly twisted the shower faucet all the way to the right. The watch on my wrist showed 6:03 am, November 2.

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.

Fear of Failing


I nervously ripped open the purple, crinkly bag of Welch’s fruit snacks and proceeded to shove them in my mouth. The chew of the fruit snacks against my teeth, the sweetness, the contractions in my salivary glands from the tanginess: these feelings were bliss. But then, I finished the bag.



Have you ever gotten so into a film that you forget where you are or what you are doing? Several times since junior year of high school I have been so engrossed by a movie that I’ll transform into the fictional character on the screen, and forget all about [Name], the 17 year old watching me.

The Cognitive Wheels on the Bus


It’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m sitting on a school bus.

Should be halfway there, I think to myself. One more hour? I close my eyes and silently review ideal gas laws in my head.



I stare at the white blank page, or should I say word document, for hours. I have a million ideas in my head, but i just can’t get them down on paper.



Fishing provides that connection with the whole living world. It gives you the opportunity of being totally immersed, turning back into yourself in a good way. A form of meditation, some form of communion with levels of yourself that are deeper than the ordinary self.”


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