Loyola University Chicago Admission Essays

The cordial bustle that perpetually flowed through the diner no longer flowed. Conversations stopped. Waitresses stood still, and the clinks and clanks of silverware could no longer be heard. All that I could hear were the dismal tones of “Taps,” coming from the grieving television….

A big part of my who I am is my racial identity. All of my life, I have dealt with unwarranted phrases directed towards me like “you look nothing like your family” and “are you sure you’re not adopted?”. It has been an occurrence during…

If you were to ask me about young Darcy St. James, don’t think I wouldn’t hesitate to tell you my opinion on the topic. The honest truth was that Darcy was a conniving witch who did whatever was necessary to get her way. She cussed…

Every bus ride is marked with either utter serenity or galling racket. At eight years old, I found both equally unbearable. “The world,” my mother would often say, “isn’t always going to be the way you want it to be.” Innumerable repetitions of this proverb…

My palms were sweating. My heart was beating out of my chest. “When you go in, you might want to put on a mask so you don’t smell them, and make sure you are wearing your universal precautions!” I was about to see and explore…