University of Connecticut Admission Essays

I still remember the smell: hand sanitizer and plastic. The room looked gloomy being flooded with dim fluorescent lights. As I was waiting in the room for my mother and doctor to come back, I took a sip of my fruit punch in an attempt…

Two years ago at summer camp, I hiked the better part of the Northville-Lake Placid Trail. No one from camp had gone on this trip since some time in the seventies, so we had a certain air of bravado. We were a group of 14…

I often find myself momentarily stunned by small, jewel-like moments that make up this life. For this I must thank books. I always loved to read, for reading allowed me to contemplate life in a way that reality never did. The novelty lay, I think,…

I stood in front of a fourth grade classroom, all eyes fixed on me. For some reason, I felt nervous, as if I were bare, exposing all my past secrets to the world of susceptible minds. I held up the book The Colors of Freedom,…