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uChicago Supplement: (the making your own spell one)

Let’s get Schwifty

Once in a while, I find that one specific song that tickles my fancy in just the right way. I instantly fall into a trance as I listen to it, absorbed in the fake reality of the musical masterpiece where unrealistic expectations and goals all seem very possible. A song that can only be listened to once for the first time, and the rush of emotions can only wash through someone a single time before it turns stale and rebounds back into a meaningless song yet again.
For the fear of losing the powerful motivation so many songs offer, I decided that a replenishing spell to restore the sensation from prosaic songs was something I desperately needed. Disregarding all irrelevant thoughts, my mind was focused on completing one task: crafting the perfect spell. I quickly stumbled my way down the stairs into my private study and began my research. I couldn’t help myself as I checked out the maximum limit of magic books from the online Hogwarts catalog. Without any luck of finding a solution, the tireless days quickly turned into weeks, and I enslaved myself in my own mind as the countless failed spells added up. “Frenovu Musique,” “Nouveau Volous,” “Sound Desperatus,” the impure spells erupted into sonic booms because of the imbalance of adequate magical properties applied. Regardless of the “lack of life”, I spent every minute awake in search of a solution, my stubbornness continued to fuel the wildfire lit in my consciousness. Not a single spell came close to what I needed though.
On the night of March 31st, the blue moon rose and glistened over the unusually clear sky. I could feel a disturbance in the magical field. It was the day, and I only had one chance. Ten minutes left until midnight, I grabbed my dragon scale infused Heartwood wand, crafted by the one and only Garrick Ollivander, from the oddly familiar cupboard under the stairs. I dragged out the rounded glass table out of the house and into the clearing of the neighborhood, where nothing obstructed the gleaming moon. With one minute left until the true full moon, I placed my phone in the center of the table. With a booming voice, echoing throughout the unusual night, I howled my rushed spell and wave my wand: “Nova Auris”. Everything died into a calming silence. For what felt like an eternity, a milky white gas suddenly began to drip from the tip of my wand and glided down the invisible slide into the headphone jack (yes my phone still has a headphone jack). The LED screen flickered in rapid succession as if a demon took control and fought for its life. As quickly as the odd phenomenon had happened, everything returned to the status quo. I grabbed my phone with trembling hands and launched Spotify, preparing myself for yet another failed attempt. I carefully select a song that lacked the powerful emotion that I once had listening to for the first time. Taylor Swift’s “Shake It Off” began to play. My mind went into shock leaving my body paralyzed. With the first note of the song, my body swelled as the rush of the song surfed through me; I knew that I had succeeded. The song rose from the cemetery of outdated songs and danced throughout the magical night replenishing my motivation of achieving the unachievable.

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Also after further reading people’a worries about others stealing essays, they would be very dumb to plagiarize someone else’s essays unless it hasn’t been submitted yet

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Hey guys, I’m applying RD and I’m a little confused about the Why UChicago essay. I was just planning on writing a straightforward answer to the prompt (interesting research opportunities, clubs that relate to my interests, traditions, etc.) with examples specific to UChicago. This is the approach that I’ve used for all my other Why This College essays. However, all of the Why UChicago essays posted here seem to take a more creative approach- they’re written as a letter to the Dean, or they describe the applicant’s interest in the major, or something like that. Do you think it’s okay to answer the prompt more directly, or should I try to be more creative? Thank you so much!

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@lemonlime13 I’d say—and this is terribly cliche, so sorry—just write whatever works best for you. Like every other college out there, UChicago isn’t looking for a specific approach, but what they consider the best-written essay conveying a sincere interest in the university, AND showing how they’re a good fit for the school.

If proving that is true for you means taking a more analytical approach like you suggested, I say go for it! Everyone with their creative approaches did what they found allowed them to write what they considered their best essay. You just so happen to prefer the more straightforward answer.

Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I applied EA with a similar approach. I’m a chronic science nerd who treated it like the conclusion to a lab report. :slight_smile:

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BE HONEST, im not really planning on getting in so its ok if you guys are harsh.
this is in reference to the last promt, to create your own.

Hello, Sharks! My name is …l. I’m from the small town of Savannah, Georgia,
and today I’m seeking a small investment of $200,000, the average value of a bachelor’s degree
from a renowned university, for a four-year partial equity of my company. This four-year
investment will continue to have a lifetime payoff.
Let me tell you a little about myself and what I have to offer you sharks at UChicago.
Every year you receive upwards of 25,000 pitches, and only around 2,000 get offers. So with
only an 8% offer rate, why should you choose to put an investment into my future? I’m not here
to sell you a product that will eventually end up forgotten, nor am I telling you that I’m here to
offer you the world’s best product. I’m here to offer you myself, no fancy marketing ploys, no
caveats, and no facades. You receive countless identical products of the honor roll, gifted
education system. I’m here to offer you a person, who with your investment can impact a greater
scope of the world that society expects.
I want you to take a moment and tell me what comes to mind when you hear of a
first-generation Indian-American girl. Some thoughts that often come to mind are spelling bee
winners, perfect SAT scores, 4.0s, and all the other characteristics that encompass the archetype
of Asian Americans. These used to be my company’s primary priorities, but as my company
continued to grow, my focus and vision deviated. I may not be able to fit this archetype, but my
greatest accomplishments aren’t my AP scores or my GPA. My most substantial profit came
from my philanthropic and political work. My partnership with Savannah Taking Action and
Resistance (STAR), a local political activist organization that focuses on community
involvement, as their youth leader gave me more fulfillment than any activity than anything I did
while in high school. Seeing the impact I can make on my community inspired a new direction
for my company. I refuse to fall into the traps of societal expectations and social norms and only
create things that I am proud of. This is what I can off you, sharks. I can offer you a high quality
and motivated return on your investment into my company.
Like any company, my company may not be perfect, and neither is its founder. There
have been times when I should’ve been studying for a big test, yet I decided to go out with my
friends. I am a dedicated student, but I understand the importance of personal-wellbeing and the
necessity of taking time for family and friends. These memories and the people involved in them
are vital in the formation and continued operation of my company. I have made mistakes and
bad investments in people and other aspects of my life. I refused to let these define me. My
company has shown significant growth in the last 4 years and has a projected exponential
increase in the following years.
Sharks, let’s talk about what your investment can do for me. Your investment in my
company’s future can allow it to receive one of the nation’s most renowned educations. It will
allow me to immerse myself in a community of like-minded individuals who will allow me to
experience my education in a diverse manner. My company will get the honor of being among
150,000 distinguished alumni who have made significant contributions to the world around them.
I hope to do the same with my company. In turn, I can offer you a company that is motivated,
high achieving, and willing to work till it achieves the productivity output goals I’ve set. I refuse
to stop growing and striving to be better.
By now, I have tried numerous undertakings, and although I have gotten rejected from
some of them, I have learned to move on and be excited about my next new marketing strategy.
Sharks, you may call me a work in progress, or say that I don’t quite have a product yet for my
company, But what I have learned is that value comes in many different forms, and mine comes
with a proven track record of growth. I have a lot to offer the world, and I am finally taking this
product public.

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That sounds great, Art2019, though I’m not sure why you chose “Sharks” to be your letter recipient; unless…LOAN SHARKS! Ahhhhhh

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Don’t worry I got the shark tank allusion!

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For anyone who applied EA or is applying RD this year, which prompt did you choose? I struggled with this year’s options…

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@vbenef you aren’t confined to this year’s options. You can choose a prior year, or make one up if you want to. Your choice.

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@JBStillFlying yeah I ended up using the “what do pictures want?” prompt from 2007 (I think?). Just wondering if others had better luck with this year’s choices.

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Hey guys, I was just looking through the essays other students have submitted and I'm highkey not confident in mine anymore LOL. Could you look through my extended essay and let me know what i could have done better? Just curious.

Lost your keys? Alohomora. Noisy roommate? Quietus. Feel the need to shatter windows for some reason? Finestra. Create your own spell, charm, jinx, or other means for magical mayhem. How is it enacted? Is there an incantation? Does it involve a potion or other magical object? If so, what’s in it or what is it? What does it do? (~650)

          During my freshman year, I joined Speech and Debate and met a variety of highly motivated and intelligent speakers, nearly all of whom could outargue any opponent. I was intimidated by these students’ abilities to demolish another person’s perspective and emerge with their own unblemished. But I often questioned the value of these aggressive measures. Wouldn’t it be more productive to come to a compromise? It seemed to me that although Speech and Debate was about proving argumentative prowess and winning competitions, there had to be room for compassionate listening.
          While observing debates, I noticed that students were excellent at proving their own points, but seemed incapable of taking into account another person’s defense. Students overrode others’ dissent by strongly defending the validity of their own reasoning and by poking holes in the minutiae of the opponent’s argument. This resistance to recognizing another person’s beliefs as valid resulted in a community of thinkers set in their beliefs.
          This pattern is perpetuated not only in small communities such as school clubs, but also on a national and even global scale. In the political climate that pervades America today, where many believe their way of life is the only true way of life, it is rare to find people who listen with compassionate attention. As a result, the rifts between people with differing political ideologies grow deeper. 
          One sure method to alter the poor condition of discussion in today's society would be to cultivate the willingness to listen. And who better to emulate when desiring a listening ear than Dev Jaiswal, the Spelling Bee Kid? When Dev attempted to spell the word “iridocyclitis” on national television, the whole world (or at least, the entirety of America) paid him close attention. The attention a single word garnered him - attention that has remained steady and keeps him recognizable even today - has had immense power over his relevance to others. As a result, the best charm to compel others to truly listen to you is the iridocyclitis charm. 
          The iridoyclitis charm is performed when a witch or wizard exclaims “iridocyclitis” and executes a complex hand motion at the same time. The charm emits an invisible ripple of magic from the spellcaster to his or her audience, simultaneously clearing the audience’s conscious stream of thought and cueing them to pay attention to the speaker. It is important to note that the iridocyclitis charm does require a very specific casting - when incorrectly conducted, it has the side effect of possibly turning whatever one says into a huge joke. Dev was affected by this unfortunate consequence when his pronunciation of iridocyclitis became a well-known vine. Still, the charm’s benefits can be life- or even world-altering. For example, had Martin Luther King Jr., a great man known to American Muggles (or No-Majs) as a renowned civil rights leader and persuasive speaker, not used an iridocyclitis charm on his most disagreeable audiences, he may not have altered the racist state of America and brought civil rights to people of color - making the world look quite different today. (In the same vein, dark wizard Adolf Hitler also used the iridocyclitis charm on his first few audiences and led his followers to conduct a mass genocide of Jewish people, so it is important to note that this powerful charm is heavily regulated by all Ministries of Magic and can even be reversed by a spell only current Ministry officials know.) 
Making others listen past their own biases and prejudices seems to be an ever-elusive goal today, but with the iridocyclitis charm, may be more in reach than one realizes. With the strength of this charm, the wizarding world will be able to push people - magical and non-magical alike - to truly listen to one another instead of hide behind their assumptions, allowing for understanding and compromise to power change in society.

okkk so i know that the essay starts off really serious and suddenly changes in content, but im hoping that since the tone remains serious throughout it works as a parody… lmk if that comes across well!

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i got in a like a month ago now but i was just rly proud of this essay lol

Dog and Cat. Coffee and Tea. Great Gatsby and Catcher in the Rye. Everyone knows there are two types of people in the world. What are they? (672 words)

People tend to lump Greek and Roman figures all into one category and label it “the classics.” The two cultures’ artistic and mythological legacies do overlap, and aspects of both have been integrated into modern Western civilization. However, closer study reveals a stark contrast between Greek and Roman heroes. They may look and sound the same and even fight some of the same battles, but these similarities only serve to accentuate the differences in how they face these challenges. Admiring Achilles or Odysseus is completely different from admiring Romulus or Aeneas. The choice of hero is not just about the individuals but also about societal values and even the very concept of heroism itself.
Odysseus is the classic—no pun intended—example of Greek heroism. In the Odyssey, his courageous struggle to return home after the Trojan War highlights not only his extraordinary guile, but his self-destructive ego as well. If he were not so insistent on celebrating his own genius—refusing to honor Poseidon after his victory at Troy or foolishly claiming credit for the slaughter of Polyphemus—he might have reached Ithaca within a year rather than a decade. Odysseus is the embodiment of the Greek concept of hubris: he is heroic because he has an innate need to be greater than even the gods, which ultimately leads to his fatal insanity.  However, hubris is not a completely negative trait. Yes, it is often what causes a hero’s downfall, but it is also what makes his heroism possible in the first place. Fed up with years of stalemate, Odysseus has the audacity to tell his leaders he will end the Trojan War and then wins it almost single-handedly by devising the legendary wooden horse. This is Greek heroism: carving your name in history by asserting your exceptional ability and individuality.
The Roman answer to Odysseus comes in the form of Aeneas, the protagonist in the Latin epic the Aeneid. He is a Trojan soldier whose journey mirrors Odysseus’ in every way: as he sails west in search of a new “ancestral home”, his hopes of a short journey are dashed by the ire of a vengeful god. Aeneas, however, strikes a very different figure from Odysseus. While Odysseus is a loose cannon, representing hubris and individuality, Aeneas’ key virtue is piety, both towards the gods and towards Roman societal conventions. His journey isn’t driven by personal ambition; rather, it is about fulfilling the destiny laid out by the gods, exactly how they laid it out for him. They tell him to flee the only home he knows and sail blindly west, and he does so. He finds a new wife in a new city, but when the gods tell him to leave her, he goes that very night. Aeneas is clearly the good guy, carrying out his duties faithfully in a way that we all can admire. He may have less agency than Odysseus, but Aeneas is a better example for the common citizen. After all, he is a common citizen, differentiated only by what the Fates have in store for him. To the Romans, heroes were not people to admire from afar as vague cautionary tales; heroes were exemplars of who every citizen should strive to be every day.

The classics have been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember. While other kids read Cinderella and Snow White, I was glued to my tattered copy of D’Aulaires’ Book of Greek Myths. Ancient Greek and Roman heroes were fascinating because they did not pretend to be perfect. The king of the gods could be scolded by his wife for a shortsighted affair; the god of war can run off crying at the slightest injury. We cannot both be exceptional and powerful leaders and act like an everyman simply thrust into the limelight. We cannot remain perfectly humble if we also believe we are the ones to change the world for the better. Each of us needs to make a choice between being an extraordinary hero and being a relatable hero.

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We are major fans of D’Aulaires’ as well. Have several copies here, and ALL are tattered :slight_smile:

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@owlstudeelater you should be proud of your essay… :-bd

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love these essays!

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Got in by ED2 a month ago. My other stats are nice in terms of college confidential level :slight_smile: But I think this essay might have certainly played a part.

Note that this is not the ultimate version. I have it somewhere in my computer but can’t find it. But its close enough

Lost your keys? Alohomora. Noisy roommate? Quietus. Feel the need to shatter windows for some reason? Finestra. Create your own spell, charm, jinx, or other means for magical mayhem. How is it enacted? Is there an incantation? Does it involve a potion or other magical object? If so, what’s in it or what is it? What does it do?

My spell, called Eudaimostra, is a potent incantation that awakens me to the wonder of my being.

The world is wide and wonderful, full of mysteries and treasures. At school, I acquire knowledge, hoping to gain a firmer grip on reality. But my education, ironically, often prevents me from seeing the true picture. I bolster myself with mathematical reasoning, applying rational strategies to solve problems, but this conventional mindset confines me. The paradigm of formal education that forces me to take logic and reasoning for granted renders me unable to remove the veil that’s placed between me and the world, preventing me from discovering the complexities beneath the surface. As David Hume once noted, we don’t actually know- we just become used to the patterns and take them for granted. Although my mindset is fixed, I’m drifting.

Plato termed it “Eudaimonia,” an inexplicable, surreal moment of wonder — a mental state where I question the understanding I’ve taken for granted and start to alienate myself from the past. In those moments - that occur while showering, preparing for sleep, or simply falling into a daze - something miraculous happens and I suddenly discover myself bathed in unprecedented astonishment at my mere being. It’s a sudden moment where everything, the laptop, my hands, this essay, the fact that I’m applying to UChicago, fills me with a complete sense of awe and anxiety - not because of the particulars, but because of my being. Since I first discovered this feeling, this additional introspection has added extra weight to my life.

The moment of Eudaimonia is ineffably powerful, for it causes me to reflect on who I truly am. It makes me take my life more seriously, by reminding me simply that I am. Yet most of the time, I’m simply drifting with “doxa,” the Greek word for popular opinions. I’m lazily floating atop the seas of the thoughts of others, like a dead leaf unable to determine its own course that gradually sinks down into the ocean of death. I feel helpless, for drifting is easy and enables the attainment of the obvious worldly goals, whereas the moment of Eudaimonia impels me upwards into the bright unknown, where both catastrophe and endless possibility await me. Thus, I wish a spell called “Eudaimostra” existed, that would pull me out from the state of non-awareness.

I believe that such a spell may not have an incantation, because we cannot will to cast it, just as we can’t will to wonder. We can only ready ourselves for the moment the spell arrives. And the spell, it should be noted, requires several magical ingredients.

The first is a magical nutrient called “time.” Eudaimostra needs time to take root. The compacted school courseload, married with my ambitious goals, or dreams, or lies, propels me forward in a state oblivious of time. I study fast, learn fast, eat fast, sleep fast, spend 40 minutes speed-reading this book before moving on to the next study block. Fast. Faster than fast. Faster than faster than fast. But fast for what? While I’m heading nowhere fast, an obscure sorrow called “zenosyne” haunts me, circling me ceaselessly, making me feel as though I’m repeating the same day over and over again, my hair graying and my cheeks growing sallow. Perhaps, by the time I’ll realize I’m stuck in a perilous spiral, my life will be already halfway through. Time! Leave some time for me, for the spell to cast itself, because Eudaimostrais a reflexive spell! Escape this vortex of extinction and unblur the fast-moving reality, giving Eudaimostra time to latch on.

Eudaimostra also rests on a foundation named sense of place. While seemingly being, or right at this moment of writing this essay, I’m bubbling with thoughts and ideas and anticipations; I am carried away by them, taking the surrounding room for granted. Why is there a keyboard? Why is there sunlight shining upon my face? Why is my room so messy and dark? Eudaimostra comes into being when the familiar is noted unique (an experience that the French refer to as j’amais vu), when a curious mind is sprouted. It requires an awareness of context, an escape from the bombardment of thoughts, phones, messages, and even this essay, which wander through the mind like rootless nomads, intent on distracting us from the all-powerful state of being.

The last, and possibly the most important ingredient, is the soul of being. When performing the sacred ritual to summon Eudaimostra, or rather to urge Eudaimostra to invoke itself, the summoner must be. No. It’s not to know; it’s to be. I often conflated knowledge with being, oftentimes claiming that the physical laws, mathematical equations, and splendid adventures found in books somehow equate to being. Thus, in confusion I become the son who cries in tears at Gorky’s The Mother, while neglecting to call my own caring mother who misses me dearly. Thus, I become the mathematician who uses advanced tools to erase biases in computer algorithms, but who cannot erase his own cultural biases. To be is different than to know; being only unfolds in actions, in the repetitive activities from which Aristotle claimed virtue arises. It’s always better to be good, than to know good, and once I’m truly present in the moment, the good will arrive.

The world is “wonder-full,” yet most of the time I’m drifting and missing all those transcendent moments of Eudaimonia. Eudaimostra would help me counteract this. By gathering all the necessary ingredients and waiting for Eudaimostra to arrive, I may finally stop floating on the surface and start swimming. I may own my life, instead of being owned by life.

I think I went quite philosophical in this essay, which was really risky to be honest. Just luckthat the adm officer likes it and finally accepts me

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In 2015, the city of Melbourne, Australia created a “tree-mail” service, in which all of the trees in the city received an email address so that residents could report any tree-related issues. As an unexpected result, people began to email their favorite trees sweet and occasionally humorous letters. Imagine this has been expanded to any object (tree or otherwise) in the world, and share with us the letter you’d send to your favorite.

-Inspired by Hannah Lu, Class of 2020

Dear Schweizerische Bundesbahnen,

I found myself while getting lost on you. You were my special place, a place to call wholly my own. You welcomed everyone no matter their gender, race, or class. You were always there, reliable, on time, dependable. You were my window into the mountains, forest, and a brighter future. A future that was always moving forward, making memorable stops along the way. You instilled in me a love for public transit. I want to share with you the other lines, that shaped me, but never as much as you did.
I’d started out uncomfortable on trains - but you changed that; when I moved to Hong Kong at the age of eight, my mom informed me that I’d be taking the Mass Transit Railway to my elementary school. When I first stepped onboard, the doors made a terrifying beep and I was surrounded by the smell of stinky tofu—not the most welcoming environment.
As I grew older, and my mom and I continued moving to different parts of the world, each place and its respective transit system helped me to discover a new aspect of my identity. You reminded me that things would get better, even if at the time I thought they never would. You led me to help others and in turn heal myself. While traveling on you, I met a seven-year-old girl who had the same, mixed-race appearance as I did. I got up and sat next to her, asking her about her mismatched sneakers. After few minutes of discussing the merits of sorting M&M’s by color, she opened up to me. She told me that she was struggling with the same racism I dealt with at her age. I recalled the slurs and innuendos thrown at me as the only non-white student at my kindergarten in Louisiana; the words of hate may have been in a different language, but the hurt was universal. I told the girl things I wish someone had said to me: one day, she would be surrounded by people who embraced differences and she shouldn’t let this change the way she felt about herself. She was courageous, but she just needed to be reassured of her own strength. I told her that it would get better - with enough certainty that I believed it too. You gave me hope Schweizerische Bundesbahnen, hope for a brighter future.
My journey of self-discovery continued, thanks to you. A conversation on the New York Subway with a young mom who was juggling attending her son’s musical performances with working a night job reminded me of the sacrifices my mom made for me as a child. She gave up her passions to take me to robotics competitions or the aquarium. It helped me see that growing up with a single mother was not a burden, but instead a gift.
You led A heartfelt discussion with Emilia, a DACA recipient, on the San Francisco BART showed me the importance of feeling safe. She had a car but lived in fear of using it, terrified that a traffic violation or parking ticket could get her deported; thus, she turned to the BART for refuge. The bus and subway weren’t merely contorted piles of sheet metal—they were safe havens.
No matter where we moved, I always knew I had a home on transit. I could learn about both the places I lived and the people who inhabited them. Transit slowly became my preferred habitat, bridging moves to Hawaii, Hong Kong, Louisiana, Switzerland, and California.
You were my means to escape into the mountains of Switzerland, and you helped me find a home on public transport. Today, no matter where I am, I’ll often hop onto random modes of public transit: buses, trains subways — if it moves, I’ll take it because I’ve learned to enjoy the ride and the people on it. I don’t know where my journey of discovery will lead me, but you’ll always be where it started. But above all, I want you to know, Schweizerische Bundesbahnen, that you were always more than just a train line to me.

Your favorite passenger, Alexandra

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Why do you want to go to UChicago

“Alexandra, you’re so quirky.” Quirky, quirky, quirk: I am called it at least once a week in some way, shape, or form. I grew to hate the term, but that changed when I went to a University of Chicago information session. The first time the word was used, I immediately attempted to locate the nearest exit. However, as I listened more carefully, I came to understand the term in a new light; it wasn’t an insult, but a compliment. Quirky students built a nuclear reactor in their dorm for Scav while others took Norwegian just for the fun of it. Being strikingly unconventional isn’t a bad thing, but a superpower; making a documentary on poop, turning a breakfast food into an economic index, and creating a transportation network from slime mold is quirky, and awesome.
UChicago, beyond its communal quirkiness, is unwavering in accepting differences and overflowing with open discourse between a variety of disciplines and perspectives. The Core will introduce me to topics and disciplines I never knew existed, because I don’t know what I don’t know. As I continue on my educational journey I can dig deeper through an unmatched range of academic and extracurricular opportunities like the Doc Films club, the Marine Biological Laboratory, and, most importantly, a phenomenal Quidditch team. I can conduct research with Professor Maureen Coleman in biogeology or explore Kentucky’s Mammoth Cave with UChicago’s Outdoor Adventure Club. With the Core Curriculum, I don’t need to scavenge the depths of the internet to discuss the didactic nature of Dicken’s portrayal of poverty or the merits of the De Moivre–Laplace Theorem, I can just participate in lecture and class discussion. My research and my own experiences with UChicago students makes me believe that the school is a place where Bronte and Bohr are discussed over breakfast, Lichtenstein and labor disputes argued during lunch, and a game of Dungeons and Dragons can be played at dinner. UChicago’s professors who will challenge me and my peers to think beyond our own experiences and to embrace a world of new ideas; the campus’ classic architecture inspires students to create with the long-term in mind and find beauty in the synergy between new and old. The community of UChicago possesses interests that range from rock climbing to Rachmaninoff, but most importantly, each member redefines the term quirky in their own way

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Extended Essay:

Prompt: What does the fox say?

Ee! Eevee eevee. (Hi! My name’s Steve.)

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for anyone on this threads who’s applying as class of 2024, what prompt did you pick? I picked one of their past ones on portals :slight_smile: