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Do you have a hobby that is a passion or that is unusual? _________________________

Do you have a favorite quote or saying that guides you? ___________________________ (See

Sample essay #1)

If you were a character in a novel or a play, who would you be? ______________________

(The novel has to be well-known)

Have you ever met any one person who has influenced your life radically? Who? __________

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Have you experienced an event that changed your life forever? If so, what? ________

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Sample Essay #1. Source:

Allison Dencker

Stanford University, Class of 2006

As you reflect on life thus far, what has someone said, written, or expressed in some fashion that

is especially meaningful to you. Why?

According to Mother Teresa, “If you judge someone, you have no time to love them.” I

first saw this quote when it was posted on my sixth-grade classroom wall, and I hated it.

Rather, I hated Mother Teresa’s intention, but I knew that the quote’s veracity was

inarguable. I felt that it was better to judge people so as not to have to love them, because

some people don’t deserve a chance. Judgments are shields, and mine was impenetrable.

Laura was my dad’s first girlfriend after my parents’ divorce. 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. I judged her to be a heartless, soulless, two-

dimensional figure: she was a representation of my loneliness and pain. I left whenever

she entered a room, I slammed car doors in her face. Over those three years, I took pride

in the fact that I had not spoken a word to her or made eye contact with her. I treated

Laura with such resentment and anger because my hate was my protection, my shield. I,

accustomed to viewing her as the embodiment of my pain, was afraid to let go of the

anger and hate, afraid to love the person who allowed me to hold onto my anger, afraid

that if I gave her a chance, I might love her.

For those three years, Laura didn’t hate me; she understood me. She understood my anger

and my confusion, and Laura put her faith in me, although she had every reason not to.

To her, I was essentially a good person, just confused and scared; trying to do her best,

but just not able to get a hold of herself. She saw me as I wished I could see myself.

None of this became clear to me overnight. Instead, over the next two years, the one-

dimensional image of her in my mind began to take the shape of a person. As I let go of

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