50 Successful Harvard Application Essays

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Important note:
All these essays are strictly for reference only. Any form of copying or imitation is
considered plagiarism and hence severely punished by admission officers.
Remember that these 50 essays are very popular and have been around for a very
long time (probably even before you were born!). Therefore, the admission officers
are VERY familiar with them. Again, do NOT copy or imitate anything from these
essays if you want *****cceed.

A Formation of Self

Before even touching the camera, I made a list of some of the photographs I would take: web covered with water, grimace reflected in the calculator screen, hand
holding a tiny round mirror where just my eye is visible, catõ?Ts striped underbelly as
he jumps toward the lens, manhole covers, hand holding a translucent section of
orange, pinkies partaking of a pinkie swear, midsection with jeans, hair held out
sideways at armõ?Ts length, bottom of foot, soap on face. This, I think is akin to a
formation of self. Perhaps I have had the revelations even if the photos are never
taken.
I already know the dual strains the biographers will talk about, strains twisting
through a life. The combination is embodied here: I write joyfully, in the margin of
my lab book, beside a diagram of a beaker, õ?oIsolated it today, Beautiful wispy
strands, spider webs suspended below the surface, delicate tendrils, cloudy white,
lyrical, elegant DNA! This is DNA! So beautiful!õ?
I should have been a Renaissance man. It kills me to choose a field (to choose
between the sciences and the humanities!). My mind roams, I wide-eyed, into
infinite ****rns and loops. I should fly! Let me devour the air, dissolve everything
into my bloodstream, learn!
The elements are boundless, but, if asked to isolate them, I can see tangles around
medicine and writing. The trick will be to integrate them into a whole, and then
maybe I can take the photograph. Aahh, is it already there, no? Canõ?Tt you see it? I
invoke the Daedalus in me, everything that has gone into making me, hoping it will
be my liberation.
Music is one such element. The experience of plying in an orchestra from the inside
is an investigation in*****bjectivity. It is reminiscent of Heisenbergõ?Ts uncertainty
principle: the more one knows the speed of a particle, the less one knows its
position. Namely the position of the observer matters and affects the substance of
the observation; even science is embracing embodiment. I see splashes of bright
rain in violin arpeggios fading away in singed circles, a clarinet solo fades blue to
black, and a flute harmony leaves us moving sideways, a pregnant silence, the
trumpets interrupt with the smell of lightning. Perhaps in the audience you would
sense something else.
I think of rowing as me***ation. Pshoow, huh, aaah; pshoow, huh, aaah. I can close
my eyes and still hear it. We glide over reflected skyõ?Ư and lean. And defy the request
for õ?oleadership positions,õ? laugh at it, because it misses the entire point, that we are
integral, one organism. I hear the oars cut the water, shunk shunk; there are no
leaders.
Once I heard an echo from all quarters. õ?oDo not rush,õ? said the conductor, õ?ofollow the
baton.õ? õ?oDo not rush,õ? said the coach, õ?owatch the body in front of you.õ? Do not rush.
I write about charactersõ?T words: how they use words, how they manipulate them,
how they create their own realities; words used dangerously, flippantly, talking at
cross purposes, deliberately being vague; the nature of talking, of words and
realities. Perhaps mine has been a flight of fancy too. But, come on, itõ?Ts in the words,
a person, a locus, somewhere in the words. Itõ?Ts all words. I love the words.
I should be a writer, but I will be a doctor, and out of the philosophical tension I will
create a self.
ANALYSIS
This essay is a good example of an essay that shows rather than tells the reader who
the author is. Through excited language and illustrative anecdotes, she offers a
complex picture of her multifaceted nature.
The writing is as fluid as its subject matter. One paragraph runs into the next with
little break for transition or explicit connection. It has the feel of an ecstatic
stream-of-consciousness, moving rapidly toward a climactic end.
The author is as immediate as she is mysterious. She creates and intimate
relationship with her reader, while continuously keeping him/her õ?oin the darkõ? as she
jumps from one mental twist to another.
She openly exposes her charged thoughts, yet leaves the ties between them
uncemented. This creates an unpredictability that is risky but effective.
Still, one ought to be wary in presenting as essay of this sort. The potential for
obliqueness is high, and, even here, the reader is at times left in confusion
regarding the coherence of the whole. Granted the essay is about confluence of
seeming opposites, but poetic license should not obscure important content. This
particular essay could have been made stronger with a more explicit recurring
theme to help keep the reader focused.
In general, though, this essay stands out as a bold, impassioned presentation of self.
It lingers in the memory as an entangled web of an intricate mind.

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