Tulane University Admission Essays

I have spent countless hours researching and exploring various universities. Yet, no matter how many institutions I examined, Tulane University consistently stood out. With its unique blend of academic excellence, vibrant campus culture, and commitment to community engagement, Tulane offers an unparalleled educational experience that…

As I embarked on the journey of writing my Tulane supplement essay, I couldn’t help but reflect on the person who ignited my profound passion for medicine—my grandmother. Her unwavering compassion, resilience in the face of illness, and the care she received from dedicated healthcare…

I am very passionate about pursuing a career in primary care or emergency medicine because I want to help every person I can regardless of background, money or stigma. I believe that a graduate degree from Tulane University will help me reach that goal. Supplemental…

Things we do in life often have measurable results but the extent of their impact is often difficult to quantify. The New York Film Academy’s need-based Scholarship will have an impact upon me far beyond the obvious and measurable. I am in my second semester…

There are many reasons to become a paramedic. It can be because of the flashing lights and blaring sirens, wearing a badge/ uniform, to save lives or even because you want to help people. But when I think back to the motivation I got to…

I discovered a trick to manipulation, one that gives me the power to compel friends, family, and customers to make the decisions I want them to. My freshman year psychology experiment produced a significant p-value while I was testing whether handedness affects decision making skills….

My mother and I — weary with travel, drained from a day of sightseeing, and armed with only a butter knife — once dismantled a bathroom door in a Paris apartment. We were exhausted, having, in true Schultz family vacation style, walked about 10 miles…

I grew up attending a segregated school – a place that shouldn’t exist in our era, but does. A school that had separate lunch tables, separate bleachers at football games, and separate ballots. My seven-year old brain could not comprehend why my best friend Kerria’s…

The man wonders why he has not always thought of himself in the third person, for each day is but a death and a subsequent rebirth. Although disdainful of dramatics, he exudes a talent for tragedy. Upon reflection, however, the incongruity is not so strange:…

A vivacious and carefree four-year-old, I dropped my paintbrush, splattering globs of blue paint all over my t-shirt and classmates nearby. Immediately, my thin lips transformed into an enormous grin. My grandpa, or as we say in Russian, my dedashka, was finally here to pick…