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My essays connected the dots between my experiences and my course choices, while showing I’d done a better job than my peers at taking advantage of opportunities.This isn’t my actual essay, but this is an example of how you could achieve something similar with your essay, from How to Write the First Stanford Short Essay 2020-2021 – "Reflect on an idea or experience that makes you genuinely excited about learning."It all started--as many great quests do--with pizza.Before our meal, Giulia, the restaurateur, had emphasized her tomatoes must come from the volcanic soil of San Marzano, while the dough must be crowned only with Denominazione di Origine Controllata Mozzarella di Bufala Campana. After eating, my TravelTeens group erupted into conversation, but I slipped into the kitchen.“Thank you! It was delicious,” I stuttered in Italian (I’d downloaded a Pimsleurs course before the trip).“Hai buon gusto!” she joked, her hands dancing with every syllable.We began discussing the joys of running a restaurant; as president of my school’s FBLA, I had to ask, “Have you ever considered expanding?”She thumbed a stain on her apron before answering, “No. In Italy, family-run business can’t get credit.”Having asked my Economics teacher for reading recommendations before the trip, I knew Italy had a stormy market. I’d reveled in (and sometimes stared in confusion at) the details of bailouts and austerity… but never considered how it might affect small businesses.Unable to put it out of my mind, I became obsessed with the most basic of financial products: the bank loan. Is this something that could be profitable in Italy -- or is it too risky? Is this a problem that is ripe for innovation? I emailed my FBLA advisor; soon, I’d developed a questionnaire to begin gathering data for my senior project.My quest has driven me to compile survey data each night after my fellow travelers had collapsed, exhausted, into bed; learn MAXQDA for qualitative analysis; and research non-traditional small business lenders, like Cabbage. I’ve already begun applying AP Stats to my own research--which I've been selected to present at Teen National Business Conference 2021 (an honor reserved for only two Californians)!The process has made me more sympathetic to Aeneas’ long journey--but intellectually, it’s every bit as satisfying as that first bite of Pizza Napoletana. Read more >This essay shows that I didn’t merely receive a good education because my parents could pay for it. It shows that I played an active role in my course decisions; I formed mentorships (as I wrote in How to Get an Outstanding Letter of Recommendation, you can’t get into a top school without AMAZING recommendations, because mentorships are important); and I got more out of the same experience than my peers.

Among many awkward moments the best one for which I was ashamed the most was,I was in second semester. Things were going as usual as they were meant to be, but an incident took place which made be feel most embarrassing,It was one of my friends birthday party. And u know college hostel birthday partys, what happens there in particular. I was little high with sips of bp and beer, I was unaware of the fact that whisky and beer mixs so well that it pulls the shit out of u.There happened to be a friend of mine (Saloni) same branch. The bad thing was she called me the time when I was out of my senses. I spoked out almost every frustration I was holding about my ex, making the grievances applied to every girl in a very awkard way that any girl would either try to understand the situation or put a tight slap on my face.Now the embarrassing part begins here,Next day in our C. S lecture lab our proffesor who is also the H. O. D of C. S department (Mrs. Meena arora ) called for my name, I cant even think why in so much glorious student my name is called, either its a deep shit or celebration day.She called me at her desk, and the questionnaire started,Mam: How was the party yesterday.( how did she knew)Me: Good mam.Mam: So u enjoyed a lot. So tell me how was the taste of ur poison.Me: (stuttering) Mamamananam..... (what d fu*k ) what m I going to do now. Till where will this incident reach. I only said : Sorry mamMam: Do u really remember whatever u have talked to the girl the previous night, nd in the shadow of ur behaviour I wish u havent contacted ur parents the last night. Do ur warden or ur parents know u drink.Me :Mam I swear it was my last time nd I m never going to do this again. I tasted, and by the time I wanted to step back it became large.I swear I don't remember all the parts of the conversation, only good ones were in my mind.But after my interaction with my teacher I got to know every deatils I think so by the way she was scolding me for my deed, that I did really a very disappointing thing..I really feel bad about the incident. I said her sorry too, but couldn't gather strength to talk to her again.