Most Recent College Essays

How does Sir Arthur Conan Doyle engage the reader? From analysing the texts written by Doyle, arguably the greatest writer of detective novels, we can see that he has a number of key elements to every story that engages the reader. The first,... (more »)

When I am upset, all I crave is bacon. It seems to bring out the good in everything. The sky is brighter when I eat bacon; the grass is greener; the glass is half full. Bacon just makes everything seem alright. I feel reenergized. Alert. Happy.... (more »)

One day, it stood as a skyscraper. The next day, it transformed into a robot. As a child, I was obsessed with Lego; something about those plastic blocks fascinated me: their shape, size, and color. Forming a tower, each block lies on top of... (more »)

Bad Kid It was 7:45 a.m, geometry, second hour, dark outside, and I was facing the biggest ethical dilemma of my freshman year. Ninth grade…what can I say. It’s vital to the adolescent psyche, and yet we all want to forget it as soon as... (more »)

The Keys to Success “Hey Rory, how about some Billy Joel?” Every single time my family has company over, my dad begs me to play piano for our guests. He was extra proud that I, his daughter, could play all types of music, ranging from The... (more »)

I don’t exactly fit in with my own family. Not like Hades, banished to the underworld, but more like Hercules, different but still loved. At the numerous Russian family gatherings throughout the year, custom requires that everyone gives a toast... (more »)

“Some days, I happily trot to the bright, white refrigerator that greets me with its joyful hum. I feel I did well today; I deserve a yogurt. I smile as I grab a spoon and open the refrigerator door and see… nothing. The smile vanishes. My... (more »)

There I was sitting on a bus filled with the excited chatter of 30 Latina girls ecstatic to see each other after a whole year. I could feel the anticipation and the excitement amplify as we traveled to the campus of George Mason, where camp... (more »)

Oh America. Country of the dreams, of the opportunities. How long is been since I first came… You have opened me so many doors, show me so many things. And still seven months are not enough to get to know all of you. I'm a Venezuelan... (more »)

Scattered The breeze cools my sweating face as I make a left off of Blackwell Avenue. I adjust my headphones and turn the volume up to the highest setting. This is when the thinking starts, my thoughts drown the music to a quiet murmur. This... (more »)