College Application Essays accepted by Bard College

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Almost every weekday morning, I awoke from a consuming sleep and lethargically stumbled into the bathroom. After managing to grip my toothbrush and pour my revoltingly minty toothpaste onto the painfully sharp bristles, I cleared my mouth of...

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“Lower your lids!”

Gilad, my drama instructor, paced back and forth on the stage, arms folded over his belly, Israeli impatience rising in his voice. His eyes narrowed, scanned me through bushy slits, and he barked new commands.

“Let your smile...

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It was an ordinary game of floor hockey. My palms were soaked, my skin unbearably itchy. The droplets of sweat were rolling down my back. But I couldn’t pay any attention to that. The offensive player was approaching me with the puck, trying to...

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One of the most important books in the world is The Records of the Grand Historian. Written by Sima Qian in the first century B.C., it elucidates more than two thousand years’ worth of Chinese history. The story behind Qian’s masterpiece is...

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For me, the most stress-inducing bubble on the ACT is the bubble for "race/ethnicity." Normally, I just fill in Asian, which my parents have requested that I do so ever since I could remember. My mom is black and my dad is Pakistani: why can't I...

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“I need the net!” I screeched at the top of my 8 year-old lungs. My mom and two half sisters, who were never fans of my bizarre passion for catching, caring for, and observing wild animals, always crossed their arms in concern when, at Bald Head...

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I urged the horse past the gate, towards what looked like a lake to my nine-year old eyes. Random palm trees, red termite hills and the occasional forest broke the monotony of the short and scrubby grass of the Amambay region of Paraguay. By going...

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In this shadowy alcove, I've been building a ladder, a ladder constructed out of countless, musical notes and rhyming words.

There exists a room, a hideaway, known only to those whose souls dwell in violin cases and savor slightly out-of-tune...

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Behind the camera’s shutter, I am never calm or collected. I am, more often than not, trying to figure out my next shot, my eyes darting from my subject to the light source to a detail of the scene. However, I am perfectly content.

When taking...