University of Chicago Application Essays

When I first met my friend’s brother, she accented my introduction of myself with her own comment: “She’s a science geek.” Her impish smile assured me that “science geek” was meant to hold positive rather than negative connotations, so I laughed and added, “Yeah, that’s…

In an ideal world, mustard would come in whimsical glass containers with pictures of wholesome families on their labels. The words “all natural” or “organic” would adorn the jars. They would line the supermarket shelves next to matching bottles of relish and ketchup. No one…

One of the first pieces of mail I ever received from The University of Chicago grossed me out. It was the size of a postcard, folded up, and had a big coffee stain right on the front. I figured that either a) the mailwoman had…