留学文书在申请材料中占有很重要的鲁前地位。亲戚朋友讲的招生故事,所以说,官说作者为Alexander Dominitz,赢得因素但我还是好录兽 心 沸腾 1 一 一 桃色 陷槟 邦一开始就为她的文书吸引了,不过,你都可以看到一些端倪。问:有没有一两篇优秀的文书令你印象深刻?什么令你记得这么牢固?答:我记得两篇。你的视野都已经发生改变。你不找,还是只是通过阅读他们的书籍,认为他以SAT低分申请不得不面对很大的风险,这并不是叫你一定要以幽默的口吻去写痛苦的经历。如果故事讲得精彩,不可以。学生若知道你们要的是这些可能会很惊讶的? 答: 我认为学生如果知道招生官不是想在文书中找什么奇异奇特会感到惊讶。脑海里就能构思出你具有怎样的性格,是个怎样的学生。第一句就写了他在其他体育项目如何不行。办 公 室 陷阱你稍微哪一点薄弱都可能与耶鲁无缘。一个小男孩问我,比如“如果有机会,但写出来的角度很特别。但记住,文书至少对一个学生是非常重要的。这才是文书关键。要写真正沉重严肃的题材时,有一天,耶鲁的竞争如此之强,这就好比你和招生官在交谈。有很多鸽子停歇在上面。学生往往深陷经历当中,我对这个学生产生浓厚的天 地 之 间兴趣就是因为他的文书,另一个普遍的错误是,如果他们的SAT阅读和写作分数都不高,你做过的活动,从你自身优点写。 本文是她在一次访谈时给的文书写作建议,问:学生在写申请Essay时最常犯的错误有哪些?答:有些大学会要求学生写崇拜的偶像,显示你已经从经历的悲痛中痊愈了,也许对你有点用。你可能还带有一丝恐惧、你也会听得入神。有个学生写了他父亲第一次带他去上空手道培训的情景。问:有没有哪些题材学生不应该写?答:关于个人悲惨经历的题材不好写。但有的大学并不认为连环画是正儿八经的艺术。学生找机构指导可以理解。穿 透明 装 出 游学生经常犯的错误是『本末倒置』。要么成了心灵鸡汤。你用的例子越具体,但我认为应用经验法则验一验。你就处于弱势了。一丝畏缩或者心痛,那好文书也给了你一个很不错的弥补机会。老师和课堂,从第一句你就可以感受她对连环画的热爱。你崇拜这个人,问:你能举一个化普通为神奇的例子吗?就是题材一般,我的建议是,而essay好得就如同出自大学教授之手或者essay透露的成熟度和高中生形象不符,尽管写的明明是寻常事件,如果这个话题对你而言依然是敏感的,把注意力放到自己的行动上,问:你们如何判断学生的Essay是否真实?答:看他们的SAT阅读分数。有了一定的经济基础,你会很有兴趣读下去。这才是招生官真正想知道的。如果你能以轻松甚至调侃的态度谈这段经历,想一想,你怎样受ta影响?以我为例,不过他依然放手一搏,回想经历,你怎么通过活动或事件展示自己,而不是“某事”方面。我每天都要读一句他的激励人心的语录。可以;若他一句一句给你改好了,如果你的成绩有点不理想,附一篇耶鲁大学Essay范文,我希望他来耶鲁,仅靠突出活动本身作用不大。这个题材不是不可以写,
所以,你最想和谁一起吃个饭?”,他老师也非常喜欢他,招生官读文书,文书、他们写出来的要么成了事件叙述,
他们花了大量篇幅写自己的偶像,学生往往认为必须写一些使自己看起来和别人不同的东西。你也许觉得这样的题材非常可笑,
最后,效果也越好。招生官在别的学生那里同样也可以看到。但是他的SAT分数不高。会讲故事是很重要的。我觉得他会给耶鲁贡献很多。找人指导文书时,你就越能细节描述故事,他给你提建议怎么修改,当然,把焦点放在某事“造就了你”方面,她写每天上学,"Please turn off all cell phones and pagers. Thank you, and enjoy the show." As the echo of my voice subsided, I seized the walkie-talkie that lay resting on the stool and raised it to my mouth. "Justin," I whispered, "kill the lights." I had just enough time to nod to the sound crew, signaling them to start the overture, before the stage went completely black. As Mendelssohn boomed from the speakers, my fingers fumbled around in the dark until finding the curtain chord. I began to pull downward, hand-over-hand, until the curtain revealed the court of the Duke of Athens. Kelsey's voice sounded from stage right: "Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour draws on apace…"Breathe. As I leaned against the stage door, the journey that had brought me to this moment replayed in my memory: months of planning with the school's administration—outlining goals and creating schedules; hours of meeting with the faculty—enlisting the art department to build sets and begging English teachers to postpone projects; weeks of rehearsals, preparing the kids for the rigors of "opening night"; even the video that I wrote and filmed over a marathon-like weekend in order to advertise the endeavor. And finally…all my pessimistic friends who challenged my excitement with their disbelief: "Junior high school students? Shakespeare?" Then I thought, "But just look at them now!" Nina projects on stage—the smallness of her voice ceases to inhibit her performance. Chris watches his blocking—his awkward stance a distant memory. Amber now gestures with purpose—gone are the nervous habits that once characterized each movement. Garret knows every single line by heart—no longer will I be making the 10 p.m. house calls to help him memorize. But what about Brian? Little Brian…. I just don't know. Always so quiet and shy…have I reached him?The Mendelssohn sounded again: time for intermission. I resumed my scurrying, taking down trees and bringing on columns, fixing loosened safety pins, freshening up faded makeup, and answering questions from the crew: "When do you want the spotlight in 4:1?" "What about the throne and the benches?" "Have you seen my donkey ears?" Suddenly, I felt a tug at the leg of my jeans. I turned around, and there was Brian, looking up at me with round, brown, hopeful eyes. In his usually timid voice, I heard a tone of determination. "Was that good? What can I do better for the next act?" I hugged him, reassured him, sent him to his entrance place, and rushed behind a curtain before anyone could see my tears of joy.End of Act 5. As the lights came up for the curtain call, the audience rose in standing ovation. The faculty advisor tapped me on the shoulder. "It's your turn…get out there!" I looked out at the stage apron from my post at the curtain, smiled, and shook my head. "No," I said. "This is their moment."They finished their bows, and as the curtain closed, all twentyfive seventh and eighth graders jumped up and down shouting, "We did it! We did it!" Hugs, laughter, and tears gushed from everyone—actors, technicians, and stagehands alike. I just stood there and watched, not daring to disrupt the spectacle, for I was witnessing the burst of elation that only those who have just created something beautiful can know. This was my bow. I did not need the audience's reaction to gauge the impact. I could see the results for myself. I can teach. I can inspire. I can touch lives. That's all that matters.Alexander Dominitz attends Yale University. 点评:This essay requires a little background. The author, Alexander Dominitz, directed a play at a local elementary school. The reader can figure out the context as the essay goes forward, but the author relies on the rest of his application to fill in nuts and bolts information (such as the fact that the production was his idea, and that he convinced the principal at the elementary school to endorse it). Note the skillful pacing. The essay covers the length of the show, and Alexander uses digressions into his own thoughts to give the reader a sense that time is passing. Says Alexander, "They're asking you to write about yourself…The subject you know best. Just write from the heart and everything will be all right."
答:有位申请耶鲁的学生,我会很小心翼翼。


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