Sample Essays
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Two 2009 University of Georgia Supplement Essays to the Common Application
* An essay of this size takes our writer 1-2 days to write and edit, plus any addition time getting to know the client. As this essay contains less than 200 words, it costs $15.00. In order to complete this short answer essay, Jay talked with the client for less than ten minutes to gain a basic understanding of his character and hobbies, positively enhancing the essay.
Question #1: Tell us an interesting or amusing story about yourself that you have not already shared in your application.
Answer: In my eyes, friendship revolves around the willingness to sacrifice pride for the sake of being around those I love. What does this all mean? Throughout high school I have been blessed with a steel heel, or in other words, the inability to compete in athletics. As a remedy, I chose to take part in two extra-curricular activities that show my true colors. As most of my close friends are competitive soccer players, I chose to volunteer my time as the manager of the soccer team. Sound easy? Absolutely not! As a winter sport, soccer is played in the belatedly hours of the night- in other words, the weather was rather unpleasant. As a devout scorekeeper, statistic manager and trained water-boy, I tolerated the harsh weather and frozen limbs. My second full-hearted effort to intertwine my post-academic activities with my friends additionally involved my inability to walk on any playing field, so I chose to make my entrance in the disguise as another: The Plant Panther (the mascot of course!). The athletic world has not been kind to me, but I never let it come between me and my friends.
Question #2: Aliens from another planet have landed in your neighborhood and have asked you to show them around your town for one day in order to learn about life on Earth. Where do you take them and what do you do?
Answer: As a full-throttle teenager subsiding in the Tampa Bay area, social networking takes place in one place only: the mall. Please do not mistake me for a petty teenager enthralled with shopping and drama. Many people take for granted the social complexities that take place within the mall. Friendships are made; life-long gifts are purchased; businesses flourish. The modern world in a nutshell takes the form of the mall. With an alien by my side, I would quickly become a popular occurrence. He would be introduced to Earth’s economics, social interaction, emotions and language. The food court can be seen as an international convention of differing cultures. With Chinese, Mexican, Tai and American food in abundance, the alien would be given a rare chance to sample all of Earth’s food. At a specific mall in my area, an indoor surfing wave would supply the alien with coastal flair. In summary, one should not stereotype the establishment of a mall as a mere marketplace. An alien would think it is so much more.
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A 2009 University of Florida Long Answer Essay
* An essay of this size takes our writer 7 – 8 days to write and edit, plus any additional time getting to know the client. As this essay contains 820 words, it costs around $100. In order to complete this long answer essay, Jay talked with the client for less than ten minutes to gain a basic understanding of his character and hobbies, positively enhancing the essay.
Question: Evaluate a signifcant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
Confessions of a Red-Head
The birth story was one to remember, at least from the father’s perspective. By his account, I came flying out. While the doctor was enjoying a cup of coffee, my father was in the right place at the wrong time. Either way, my life was off to a fast start. The mother was blonde; the father was a brunette. To make this significant, I appeared with the recessive gene: red hair.
Delving into the family tree, I examined the possibilities of such an abnormality. Not a red head in sight from one branch to another. Sometimes I think that something went terribly wrong, or on other days, something went terribly right. As years passed, one would not believe the loving abuse a child of red hair endures. Adolescence encompassed the naive stages of compliments. Walking down the street was an adventure in itself; as I sat in a stroller or rode my bike, mothers envied my shade of burgundy. I do not intend to insult those who have tried, but consider those who attempt to dye their hair red: almost every case, ultimate failure is inevitable. If there is one bright side to my hair (other than its color), it is the inability for those around me to duplicate it; the natural shade of red can not be found in a bottle. The beginning years of my life were cute; the attention was acceptable. The real adversity began with the deepening of my voice: puberty.
Not an easy topic to discuss, the changes of puberty brought with them common sense and social awareness. If I remember correctly, the first year of middle school was when I truly realized I was a redhead. My social scene took one giant step backwards. While every single guy and girl in my grade entertained a normal hair color, I stuck out like a sore thumb. Harassment, teasing, bullying and laughing all dominated this stage of my life. I believe every single red-head joke has been told to me over the years. To this day, my most perplexing memory is my math teacher asking me if my mailman had red hair. I have grown accustomed to such jokes; I have actually applauded some of my friends for their creativity. It was extremely cold one winter night; all my friends were spending the night. In an act of pure genius, one guy put his hands up to my hair. He began rubbing his hands as if my hair was a fire— now that is creative! Yet, I grew more immune to the comical pang of every insult.
Believe it or not, red hair makes me unique. Even though my parents tried to explain this to me numerous times, it took me years to realize that red hair has its positives. It just made me different; for the first time in my life, I embraced what God gave me. I had the choice to dye my hair several times; girls were usually the stimulus for this naive action. Yet, I never did. My red hair defines who I am. I have decided not to live my life covering up what sets me apart.
Diversity has, and always will be, a modern-day discussion. Yet, diversity is usually subject to general themes: race, religion and ethnicity. Many overlook the differences in lifestyle a red-head faces compared to the typical blonde, brunette, etc. I know a mere change in hair color is extremely insignificant in the big picture, but the minor differences make a significant impact in one’s day-to-day life. Growing up with red hair is a test of patience. One has to be able to sift through the gibber-jabber and grasp hold of what is truly important. I am merely describing, awakening those around me of the differences in lifestyles. My childhood encompassed certain memories that I will cherish forever. Somehow, through it all, growing up with red hair has been the positive difference in my life that has set me apart. Not only have I learned to handle certain situations, but I have accepted my individuality, and flourished. I feel that a mere difference in hair color has given me a step-up in life, an advantage. I am better prepared for the future, for any problem that ever comes my way.
Just the other day I went to the mall with my mother. As we stood in line at a clothing store, a young worker came up to us and started a conversation. The small-talk eventually made its way to the uniqueness of my hair, a subject not out of the usual. After my mother told her of our unexplainable family tree, the young worker asked if our mailman had red hair. Once again, having red hair brings out the comedian in everyone. I smiled the typical smile, and for once I actually thought to myself, what color hair does my mailman really have?
