College Essays
College Essays and Personal Statements
Creating a great college essay is like creating a great painting or creating a great photograph—it is a process requiring a vision of the end result and attention to details of creating a master painting, master photograph, or a master essay. Whether you want to create a masterful essay or just a good essay, we can assist you with:
- Choosing a topic
- Responding to multi-question writing prompts
- Writing a Personal Statement
- Writing a College or Scholarship Essay
The best essays evolve through the process of assisting students in identifying their stories and finding their voice. We have a writing process that has proven successful for many students. Presented below are excepts from essays and the colleges, scholarships, or programs to which students were admitted, in part, because of their essays.
Playing basketball has been a lifelong passion, since picking up my first basketball. However, my passion for basketball was interrupted when I was diagnosed with spondylolisthesis, a spinal disorder in which a bone slips forward onto the bone below it. The condition was corrected through surgery and a six-month period of rehabilitation and dietary restrictions. Rather than wallowing in self-pity or sinking into a state of depression, I discovered another passion—gardening.NC A&T Dowdy Scholar
Nearing the end of the fifth grade, during a parent-teacher conference between my mother and my English teacher, my teacher told my mother that I was reading on a second-grade reading level. The look of sadness on my mother’s face crushed me. I found myself embracing my mother with tears flowing down my face and uncontrollably crying. I just kept repeating, “I’m sorry mama, I’m sorry.” Something happened to me during that meeting. I left the meeting determined to no longer allow the circumstances or my father’s death to serve as an excuse to fail, but as a motivator to excel. I started working with my English teacher before and after school each day to increase my reading skills. I subsequently entered the 6th grade with a mindset of never again being the source of my mother’s disappointment and never again excusing my own failures. Northeastern University Torch Scholar
I developed a personal connection to the study of health sciences and neurological disorders as a result of my own diagnosis with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). I was dumbfounded with my diagnosis, but enthralled with the voluminous medical literature pertaining to ADHD. I read several pieces of informative material, cynically comparing my attributes and habits to the signs and symptoms of ADHD. I not only accepted my diagnosis, but felt an overwhelming sense of relief, and perhaps a bit of personal pride. Prior to having a clinical diagnosis, I had successfully developed many strategies and routines which had allowed me to achieve educational success despite having a condition infamous for disrupting academic careers. Admittedly, I was looking for anything to prove my doctor wrong—I didn’t find much. What I did find, however, was a plethora of fascinating information about the pathophysiology of ADHD.University of Richmond - Richmond Scholar
Growing up under the watchful care of my grandparents, I entered preschool in the sweltering Jamaican heat with 20 other students in a one-room classroom. Without a cafeteria, air conditioner, or lights, I sat each day in my striped uniform, red socks, and held a wooden pencil looking at the green chalkboard awaiting instructions with natural sunlight shining through the four windows amidst the noise of big ceiling fans. My teacher often wrote notes to my grandparents regarding my willingness to learn at such a young age with such pronouncements as, “I believe Jada will become a top academic student.” However, my Jamaican teacher’s belief in my ability would be questioned shortly after my arrival into the United States. I had no idea America is where I’d face my most significant challenge. NC A&T Cheatham-White Scholar
As I continued to volunteer on the local level, I judged debaters with a familiar passion for debate. I realized that the true barrier for black women and other minorities in debate was not a difference in capability but rather a difference in resources. At my high school, I created and coached a team and utilized my Directed Study to create educational resources that will outlive my leadership. After hosting conversations between coaches and debaters on the Atlanta, national, and college circuit, I formally pitched a reform plan centered around increased access to higher levels of competition and equity in resources to the leadership of the Atlanta circuit. My propositions were incorporated into the Debate Bridge Program of which I am the youngest founding board member. $260,000 USC Debate Scholarship
The hashtag, “Black Lives Matter” has stimulated national, emotional, and oftentimes divisive conversations, however, it is the lesser known mantra, “Black Minds Matter” that keeps me up at night. While President Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama, provide a historic global example of the heights to which African-Americans can rise, politically, intellectually, and educationally, they are still viewed as ‘exceptions’ rather than the rule of black scholarly achievement. Despite attending racially-diverse public schools, I too, am considered an ‘exception’ by teachers and non-black classmates. Whether in my elementary school ‘Talented and Gifted’ classes, middle school advanced classes, or high school honors and AP classes, I have always found myself set apart from the general African-American student population in my Monday through Friday life. Each Saturday night, anticipating my weekly transformation keeps me awake. Each Sunday morning, as I walk through the doors of the Turner Chapel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Marietta, Georgia, I enter a place where black lives, souls, service, and ‘minds’ matter. I am no longer the exception, but the rule. I am surrounded by exceptional black students in an environment where we are encouraged and celebrated for our spiritual, artistic, and intellectual gifts. Swarthmore Fly-in Program
Diversity is important to me and the diversity of the UChicago community is amazing. During my brief campus visit, I met people from all over the world. I got to learn about amazing cultures and traditions of students from across the United States and across the globe. Some of my closest friends today are students that I have remained in contact with since attending the program. I love calling my friend in Saudi Arabia when I am eating lunch as he is getting ready for bed or texting my friend in England good morning when she’s been up for hours already. These are the types of experiences I want in life and with over 20% of the student body international students and over 25% of the student body ethic minorities, I know they will not be hard to find. I believe I am a perfect fit for UChicago. Not only can I see myself sitting in the red chairs outside of the John Crerar Library, but I can feel myself walking in the main quad struggling to find Pick Hall because nature has beautifully consumed the plaque with any identification of the building. While I believe that I have demonstrated leadership in both my school and community, I believe there is so much more for me to learn about leadership, advocacy, and making an impact in my community—albeit my home in St. Petersburg, Florida or across the globe. In this regard, as a historic producer of leaders, I believe UChicago is a place where I can hone my leadership skills as I make an impact on the UChicago community and draw from its many enriching opportunities. University of Chicago
Among the many topics of discussion, the most self reflective for me was “privilege.” As a black student, I have had many discussions about “white privilege,” however, I had never talked about “my privilege.” Privilege by definition is an advantage. While I felt comfortable talking about the advantages that whites have over blacks, it was not as comfortable talking about the advantages that wealthier blacks have over poorer blacks; or black students with two parents have over black students from single-parent households; or black students from households of parents with college degrees have over black students from households where neither parent has attended college. However, my immersion into the examination of privilege became so much deeper than black and white, but one which examined ethnic, gender, income, sexual preference, and so many areas of privilege and the associated injustice and marginalization of others. Through this enriching self-reflective and personally challenging experience, I emerged as a more socially conscious and humane person. I recognized that through my own actions or inactions, I was reinforcing inequitable systems, a culprit in the oppression of others, and a co-conspirator in furthering marginalized systems. As a black female, I had learned to recognize the inequities perpetrated against me, but failed to recognize, or accept, the inequities that I perpetrated against others. While “privilege” was my uncomfortable conversation, my week-long journey, one conversation followed by another, changed my view of the world and my place as a citizen of the world. Bowdoin College
As a member of The --- Schools football team, I am frequently invited into the spaces where there are few Black people amongst the old money --- elite. I have routinely engaged in the often heated, yet polite exchange of contrasting views. As a member of the --- Young Democrats, I have enjoyed the banter with the --- Young Conservatives, who dominate these gatherings. However, at one such gathering during the summer of 2020, I stood within earshot of a group of students and their parents engaged in racist rantings about Black Lives Matter and how Black people should be “grateful” for having been brought to America. At that moment, I realized that I was Ralph Ellison’s invisible man, “I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids -- and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.” (Ellison, 1947) University of Southern California
As the youngest member of my family, I became the embodiment of hope of a promising future for our family. Unable to comprehend English, I began my American journey at the Doris Henderson Newcomers School where I enrolled in the school's preparatory classes to learn English and to acclimate myself to the American academic system. After a year at the Newcomers School and during the second semester of the seventh grade, I transferred to a public middle school. Overwhelmed by the new changes, I was emotionally drained and often had difficulties with my classes. My frequent struggles with speaking English, resulted in incredulous comments from classmates, “Can you speak English?” As I retreated into an emotional shell, the comments became, “Are you mute?” During this difficult period of adjustment, my grades shifted up and down while my classroom participation was virtually nonexistent to avoid the curious questioning of my language. However, the beginning of the eighth grade brought many changes. My English proficiency had greatly improved. I could translate and interpret for my parents and I was no longer self-conscious about my difficulty in enunciating difficult English words. I eagerly participated in classroom discussions on my way to receiving my first straight ‘A’ progress report. While such a feat may have been common for others; for me, it was momentous. Obtaining A’s in all of my classes for the first time was symbolic of a successful transition into American life that lightened up my hope and inspired me to work even harder. With newly assured confidence, an entirely new chapter of my life began. I started to thrive for higher goals and endeavored to raise my personal, educational, and career aspirations even higher. Elon University Odyssey Scholar