Amherst College Admission Essays

Shouting, tantrums, chiding, infuriation; I scuttled back into my room and slammed the door to defy my parents exhortations and advice. What followed was the sulking and tears, complete with the customary introspection. I fashioned the introspection to my own convenience with the use of…

“Wow,” I whispered to myself as I walked into the main doorway of my new high school. I walked through the endless hallways and questioned myself as to why my parents decided to move here, Wuerzburg, Germany, one of the alleged bad schools in the…

I stir fried the noodles, steamed the broccoli, pulled pie out of the oven, and set the table. My younger brother Roy put down the forks. We both sat down, and Roy took the first bite. He chewed for a few seconds, looked up at…

”Art is man’s constant effort to create for himself a different order of reality from that which is given to him.” –Attributed to Chinua Achebe, Nigerian novelist and poet I’d like to beg to differ with Mr. Achebe. Art is not always man’s effort to…