Whitman College Admission Essays

Recently, my family unearthed a home video on an old Beta tape from when I was three years old. In the video, I was sitting on my dad’s lap with a globe in front of me, and he was asking me to point out different…

What eventually becomes “intellectual curiosity” begins as a parent’s nightmare. “Noah… Stop! What are you doing?… We need that.” Eventually my parents bought my “toys” at thrift stores, old toasters, food processors, clocks… anything that I could take apart that would feed my incessant curiosity…

Midnight was two hours old before I could finally peel out of my costume. The prosthetic nose and glue-on beard tore at my skin as I tugged them off, and they quickly joined the clutter on the bathroom floor: a tired pile of mismatched robes,…