Wake Forest University Admission Essays

In the midst of meticulously transcribed orders and the bustling world of automobile sales, there exists a hidden treasure – a cherished chocolate pecan pie recipe. I first saw this recipe carefully written on an automobile purchase order form in the sinuous penmanship of a…

“So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all…

As a natural problem-solver with a drive to succeed, I have always been drawn to the world of business. The countless opportunities to innovate, strategize, and make a difference in the community are what inspired me to pursue a career in this field. Since I…

Demanding to be looked at, the unique landscape of Zion National Park presents an imposing image of unforgettable beauty to its beholder. It may not be contained in the Louvre, but I consider it a masterpiece nonetheless. It is not that I do not appreciate…

I am not a runner, but I do it anyway to improve my fitness and endurance. Forcing my size nine feet into pink Pumas and my body into shorts and a tee is an arduous task, but I do it anyway. “I must.” I pound…

My story begins in what was once an artist’s commune, the Monterey area, an unending canvas of serene beauty. I vividly recall the vibrant colors and the fragrant air as I sat along the coast, watching the crashing waves bleed into the Santa Lucia Mountains,…

Does education have a value? Not one that is measurable. From my four years in college I expect to receive a wealth of knowledge and skill commensurate to the countless hours of hard work and dedication I intend to put into it. I believe my…

Music has played an important role in the developement of my esteem and character. When I was in middle school band, I can remember my teacher making our class do breathing exercises, playing tests, and scales over and over in order for us to improve…

I don’t usually get excited over lengthy essays. But when my Sociology teacher assigned a six-page response to Herbert Mead’s theory of self, I was elated. Mead’s theory, in short, describes how we humans act as mirrors. Our own self-perceptions aren’t enough, so we hang…

I come from a small town in a small world; but this small world has a window, beyond which lays a larger world that I have quietly been watching ever since I can remember. From this world a dream was born of seeing new places,…