Top Voted College Essays

In reflecting on the events of my life that have impacted me, I returned to the night of August 1, 2006. I found myself in Row G of Radio City Music Hall in New York City sitting by my mother, not at all tired, although we had flown from Las Vegas... (more »)

Click! The red side smoothly clicked itself into place. The sound of the red side aligning against its opposite orange counterpart was the first step towards the zenith of my masterpiece. The clock was ticking; it had already been four minutes... (more »)

As a society, we recognize a wide variety of disabilities. Over the years people who have them have been called many things from disabled to handicapped and today are more often identified as challenged. Some of these medical conditions are... (more »)

I am at the time in my life where my decisions matter. Each decision must be thought through carefully and meticulously. My high school career should be filled with classes that interest me, and further my knowledge in order to prepare me to... (more »)

To properly answer this college essay, I would like to bring the attention toward my parents. I blame them for an array of things—a lovely home, a college prep education, delicious food, and a sister that drives me insane—but the worst? A love... (more »)

Growing up, I did not meet many people that had different beliefs than me. I was raised in a Christian home, and did not know any different. My best friends went to my church, and I was home-schooled due to all the moves included in my dad’s... (more »)

The End. This is the End. Or is it the Beginning? Or the Middle? Is there always a Beginning, Middle, and End? Or perhaps it’s more complicated than that, more like a big bowl of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff. What is time,... (more »)

If only the world worked as it is supposed to work. There would be no poverty or homelessness, but there is. However, one can still hold themselves to the ideals of how people should act. “If” by Rudyard Kipling describes the way I want to... (more »)

“No, you can’t do that!” He ran his fingers through his hair and stretched out a sigh. “What am I doing wrong?” I asked. I thought the song was one of my best, and it had taken me quite a while to put together. “You... (more »)

“It’s not easy turning into smoke.” My sixteen-year old eyes glossed over the words, cross legged in the poetry section of a Barnes and Noble that I had begged my father to take me to while we were in Newington. There wasn’t one in... (more »)