Memory Admission Essays Samples For Students

I clearly remember the very moment I realized what I would like to devote my life to; the moment, which shocked not only me, but my whole family; the moment when we realized that the life of my brother was at stake. It happened in the middle of the night, when my deep and quiet sleep was interrupted by the tender but at the same time concerned voice of my younger sister Angela. She shocked my body lightly as she whispered these heart wrenching words: "Wake up!! Wake up! Something is wrong with Christopher". The next vague moment I ...

I could say it was lack of maturity. Or I could say that I was distracted and not motivated to learn when there were many other possibilities of spending my time as a student. The point is that I preferred playing video games, partying, sleeping, spending time with friends, or engaging in any other non-educational activity rather than study. I thought I was being lucky enough to enter Indiana Bloomington University and that luck will hold me till the rest of my studies without putting real effort in it. But as it turned out, I was not that lucky. In ...

“Five minutes,” my Dad reminded, peering into my room. I quickly glanced at the clock on the nightstandit showed 6:25 a.m. Five minutes later grabbing my backpack, school uniform tie, and blue blazer I rushed down the stairs to the waiting car. Four years ago, this remained the five-year morning routine. Back then, along with my two brothers, I attended a private school located three towns over. On a good day, after picking up the two kids carpooling from their homes located the opposite direction from our route, Dad would deliver us in almost fifty minutes at the school. My idea ...

I have always wanted to work closely with children in an intellectually stimulating environment, and, in my opinion, a career of a middle school educator is the best way to achieve this. Being an educator in a middle school, one has a great chance to teach and to gain some knowledge simultaneously, as middle school children are the best ones to learn from. They have so much enthusiasm and passion for life, something that grown ups have already forgotten about.
I realize that being a teacher in a middle school might be quite a challenge, however I am ready to accept it. You cannot imagine ...

Question One

It is really hard to select one outstanding attribute about oneself to speak about but when I look at most of the things I have done in my life one trait appears to cut across all my actions; pragmatism. I am logical to a fault, approaching all problems in a sensible, practical manner. In a sense this may be interpreted to mean that I am not an overly optimistic person. Far from it, I believe a little good luck goes a long way in helping us achieve our goals. Although I only realized it when I was older, my pragmatic nature had become evident ...

I first became fascinated with the story of the Titanic when I was ten years old in 1997 and saw the movie, although later I learned that Cal Hockley, Rose DeWitt and Jack Dawson never really existed at all. It would have been nice if they had, but at least the movie inspired me to start reading books about what really happened on that fatal voyage in 1912, starting with Walter Lord’s A Night to Remember. Over time, I learned many details, such as the fact that Thomas Andrews, the architect and designer of the ship, really existed ...

Admission Essay

In this essay I would like to describe why I consider that I deserve studying in the New York Film Academy to pursue the degree of Master of Fine Arts in Filmmaking. First, I want to describe my personal history and experience that resulted in my interest to the art of filmmaking. Then I will show my aspirations and goals, how I can realize them with the help of the NYFA and how I can help the academic community.

I grew up in Canada, but decided to move to Hollywood due to my dream of creating content for the ...

It is said that the best healers are the wounded ones. I didn't understand what that meant until I became wounded, myself.

My passion for emergency medicine goes way back to my own personal crisis. I remember the time when my father went into cardiac arrest—right while he was driving. He was rushed to nearest hospital, where he and emergency personnel fought an uphill battle to save his life.

I had never seen so many syringes before. One after another, the nurse was pumping their contents into the IV connected to my father's arm. I was captivated by ...