First Lines From Personal Essays of Successful Freshman Applicants to Stanford

Niece G was a successful applicant to Stanford, son was not (in spite of the “legacy advantage” — ha ha ha!) G thinks it’s because son didn’t play up his ethnicity. Her essay was “hapa, hapa all the way.” Who knows? In the latest issue of Stanford Magazine is a helpful compilation of first lines from the personal essays of Stanford’s newest class. (Feel free to crib):

  • When I was 8 years old, I shocked my family and a local archaeologist by discovering artifacts dating back almost 3,500 years.
  • The spaghetti burbled and slushed around the pan, and as I stirred it, the noises it gave off began to sound increasingly like bodily functions.
  • I had never seen anyone get so excited about mitochondria.
  • I stand on the riverbank, surveying this rippled range like some riparian cowboy — instead of chaps, I wear vinyl, thigh-high waders and a lasso of measuring tape and twine is slung over my arm.
  • I have old hands.
  • I’ll never forget the day when my childhood nightmares about fighting gigantic trolls in the Lord of the Rings series became a reality.
  • As an Indian-American, I am forever bound to the hyphen.
  • On a hot Hollywood evening, I sat on a bike, sweltering in a winter coat and furry boots.
  • I change my name each time I place an order at Starbucks.

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