Tufts University Application Essays

Tufts is the most balanced school I have seen in my “college search.” I do not necessarily want a campus inside a city (Columbia, University of Chicago), or a campus proud of the nothingness that surrounds it (Bard, Bowdoin). Tufts is the perfect compromise between…

The three most important words in my mother’s vocabulary are not “I love you”, but “make your bed.” She adores those words, repeating them over and over again like a broken record player. But did I listen? Rarely. I didn’t understand the point. The bed…

While I was on vacation several years ago, a girl about my age approached me while I was splashing around in the pool. She, like me, was probably an only child on a vacation with two lame parents who wanted to unwind and rest, not…

When I was fourteen I became an arms dealer, of sorts. While other kids played video games, I inadvertently started a business. It began when my overprotective mother refused to let me and my brother have the Nerf guns that were so popular at the…

When I was young, I played golf with my dad in the summer, and people always told me I had a beautiful follow-through, but I never took the game seriously. After Sophomore year, however, my view on golf changed. I became obsessed, yet frustrated with…

Offering a wide array of courses, Tufts University is an institution where I can pursue my diverse interests in satisfying detail. The esteemed professors, exemplary facilities, and noble mission of the Fletcher School of Law and Diplomacy create an undergraduate environment in which I can…

Everything happens in the Miller family kitchen. It’s here that we celebrate birthdays, cram 40 Thanksgiving guests (even though there’s plenty of room to spread out), endlessly listen to the Eagles, and most importantly have the serious family discussions which have influenced who I am…

I stood there holding my stethoscope, listening to a five year-old child’s back, nervously searching for any abnormality, trying to control my nerves and focus on my work. I shifted my stethoscope to another spot, the sweat on my back now beading through my shirt….

On a sweltering July day, five other teenagers and I, varying in age from fourteen to eighteen, were sprinting across the fields of Horsham Park, hoping to catch a level 897 Nidoking or maybe even the elusive Dratini. We would take down infamous red gyms…

I grew up in the most All-American suburban town imaginable. My father, a former quarterback, married Miss Talladega County; they settled down in Vestavia Hills with the expectation that their first child would be a sweet, Southern belle with a passion for Alabama football and…