Ai biết gì zề loại essay viết để xin học bổng thi giúp em zới!

Ai biết gì zề loại essay viết để xin học bổng thi giúp em zới!

Em viết cũng khá nhiều essays nhưng chỉ toàn viết theo kiểu thi IELTS thui. EM muốn biết thêm về loại chuyên dùng để xin học bổng. Ai đã từng viết hoặc từng đọc (những bài được đánh giá cao thi càng tốt) thì cho em ít Ý kiến.Thanks trước nhé.

đây, Brit có một số bài mẫu:
Posted by Nguyễn Quỳnh My
I'm gonna post several essays from the "50 Successful Harvard application essays" book, published by Harvard Crimson. Hopefully for the sole educational purpose, this would not violate the book's copywright.
The first one is written by UYen-Khanh Quang-Dang, who attended a public high school in Santa Clara, CA. She is a talented yound lady, who has just graduated from Harvard Medical School last year and who was a former president of HVA - Harvard-Vietnamese Association.
Wendy
I was walking down the hallway, my shoulders sagging from the weight of my backpack nearly bursting with books on the way to a student council meeting, from the worries of the canned food drive, from all the thoughts which cluttered my brain just moments before. I sank into a deep thought about the two names, Wendy and Uyen-Khanh.
My parents, my grandmother, and all my peers at the Sunday Vietnamese Languages School know me as Uyen-Khanh, my name as written on my birth certificate. Yet I was a wholly different person to my ?oAmerican? friends and teacher ?" I had always been Wendy. Even some of the award certificates I received read: ?oWendy Quang-Dang.?
Wendy is an invented name bestowed upon me by my kindergarten teacher who decided that Uyen-Khanh was too difficult to pronounce. In fact, it became so convenient that I began to introduce myself as Wendy to avoid the hassle of having to slowly enunciate each syllable of ?oUyen-Khanh? and hear it transformed into ?owon-ton? or ?oooh-yenkong.? It was especially hard on substitute teachers, who would look up from the roll book, flustered and perplexed as they tried their best not to completely destroy my name. Wendy also greatly decreased the looks of terror and embarrassment as people would struggle to remember how to say ?oUyen-Khanh? two minutes after we had been introduced.
But at that moment standing alone in the hallway, I decided that I wanted to be known to all as one person: Uyen-Khanh. Wendy had served me well for the past eight years since kindergarten, but it was time I let go of a nickname and recognized the name written on my birth certificate.
I took me over three months of consistent persistence and patience to erase the name so many had known me by. Letting up on my determination to brand Uyen-Khanh into everyone?Ts memory for even just a second was not a possibility if I wanted my mission to be successful. This meant pretending not to hear someone calling me unless it was some form of Uyen-Khanh. I would interrupt people mid-greeting and stand my ground when my friends would glare angrily at me and whine, But I?Tve always known you as Wendy!? My philosophy was that people must respect my wishes to say Uyen-Khanh. By the end of those three long months my resoluteness had paid off and I was richly rewarded by the sound of Uyen-Khanh pronounced smoothly and effortlessly by my closest friends.
I was thirteen years old born and raised in San Jose, the second largest Vietnamese populated city in the United States. A first generation Vietnamese citizen of this country, English was as native to me as the language of my ancestors, Vietnamese. I grew up a ?otrue American,? as my grandmother would call it, for I did not just adapt to the all-American lifestyle, I lived it. When I decided to shed the name casually given to me in kindergarten, it seemed to some that I was ?ogoing back? to my true heritage, believing that being called Uyen-Khanh would somehow make me more Vietnamese. The truth was I was more ?oAmerican? then ever when Uyen-Khanh replaced Wendy. Being born and raised in San Jose as a first-generation Vietnamese citizen made me who I am, a Vietnamese-American. Uyen-Khanh was just the name I was given at birth, and it was simply time to acknowledge it.
Source: hn-ams.org
As we go on, we remember all the times we had together
As our lives change, come whatever
We will still be FRIENDS FOREVER

This is an analysis from the Admissions:
Uyen-Khanhâ?Ts essay falls squarely into the â?oidentityâ? category, as the writer tells the story of defining her American identity by deciding to force her friends to call her by her given name, Uyen-Khanh, rather than a long-held American nickname, Wendy.
The writer expresses the difficulties she experiences and the persistence necessary to change the way she is viewed by her peers and teachers while stealthily squeezing in several allusions to her life as a busy student (â?ostudent council meetings,â? â?oVietnamese Language School,â? and â?ocanned food drives.â?) There allusions are so well integrated that her essay doesnâ?Tt lose its flow or sense of direction, in fact, they show that she is very much the â?otrue Americanâ? she says she is in the text.
This essayâ?Ts greatest strength is in its style. Neither flowery nor over-written, the essay is simple and straightforward without bring formulaic or trite. Uyen-Khanh efficiently tells the story of her name and links that to her identity as a Vietnamese American person at once deeply appreciative of her Vietnamese heritage, but every bit an American. She does a good job of moderating her stance so that what could have been an angry treatise shows her to be firm and compassionate. It shows her to patiently refuse to yield when friends try to revert to her nickname, but at the same time allowing them time to get used to pronouncing her given name. All together this is a solid essay with a good tone, pacing and language.
There are few weaknesses to speak of in Uyen-Khanhâ?Ts essay; if anything she may have missed some opportunities to further expand on her description of herself as a Vietnamese American. Every college essay is a compromise of thoughts and space as one tries to strike a comfortable balance between self-promotion and reflection. Ultimately, this essay reflects numerous good choices and results in a success.
_ Jason M. Goins
As we go on, we remember all the times we had together
As our lives change, come whatever
We will still be FRIENDS FOREVER

Tui có 1 quyển essay bá cháy luôn, chuyên để apply vào universities và colledges ở bển. ai muốn admit giơ tay lên! ( Xin mở ngoặc là tui đã achieve 3 sholarships liên quan đến essay rùi đấy! Xong,khoe thế thôi, đóng ngoặc)
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Jessica Melain de Rie- Desert Black Rose

õ?oMyung!õ?
The hot-blooded Spaniard seems to be revealed in the passion and urgency of his doubled exclamation pointsõ?Ư
n Pico Iyer, õ?oIn Praise of the Humble Commaõ?
õ?oAre you a member of the Kung! tribe?õ? is a commonly asked question when people see my signature, which has an exclamation point at the end of it. No, I am not a member of any tribe, nor am I putting the mark at the end of my name to be õ?ocute.õ? In is not simply a hiccup in my handwriting; it is there for a specific reason. But before I elaborate on why I believe the exclamation point is such as appropriate punctuation mark for me, let us explore the other marks I might have used:
Myung?
Although the question mark bears a certain swan-like elegance in its uncertain curves, it simply does not do the job. While it is true that I am constantly discovering new things about myself and changing all the time, I know what I stand for, what my weaknesses and strengths are, and what I would like to get out of life. I know that I want to major in English, attend graduate school, learn as much as possible from those who are wiser than I, and eventually teaching at a university. I am headed for a career in English; there is no question about it.
Myung,
I admit that I do pause and contemplate decisions before leaping in and rushing ahead of myself õ?" I know that spontaneity is perhaps not my strongest point. But the comma, with its dragging, dropping tail, does not adequately describe who I am, because I know that life will not pause for me, nor do I want it to. Amid the chaos of a hectic schedule that balances clubs, activities, and AP courses, I always feel the rush of life, and I love it. I do not linger over failures; due to my passionate nature, I am crushed by disappointments, but I move on. No prolonged hesitations or pauses.
Myung:
I constantly look forward to the surprises that college and my future life promise me; graduation seems like the beginning of a whole new chapter. But the colon, though I will not deny its two neat specks a certain professional air, does not do me justice. I know how to live for today, have fun, and enjoy life instead of just waiting for what the next chapter might bring. The future is unpredictable. My present life is not simply a precursor to what may follow.
Myung.
Perhaps this is the most inaccurate punctuation mark to describe who I am. The drab, single eye of the period looks u
On an end, a full stopõ?"but with the greater aspects of my education still ahead of me, my life is far from any kind of termination.
Myung!
However, the exclamation point, with its jaunty vertical slash underscored by a perky little dot, is a happy sort of mark, cheerful, full of spice. Its passions match mine: whether it be the passion that keeps me furiously attacking my keyboard at 4:50 in the morning so that I might perfectly capture a fantastic idea for a story, or the passion that lend itself to a nearly crazed state of mind in which I tackle pet projects of mine, such as clubs or activities I am especially devoted to.
One of my greatest passions, my passion for learning, engenders in me a passion for teaching that I plan to satisfy full as a professor. I want my students to feel the aching beauty of John Keatsõ?Ts words, his drawn-out good-bye to life. I want them to feel the world of difference in Robert Frostõ?Ts hushes õ?othe woods are lovely, dark and deep,õ? as opposed to his e***orõ?Ts irreverent õ?othe woods are lovely, dark, and deep.õ? I want them to feel the juiciness of Pablo Nerudaõ?Ts sensually ripe poetry when he describes the õ?owide fruit mouthõ? of his lover. With the help of my exclamation point, I want to teach people how to rip the poetry off the page and take it out of the classroom as well. I want them to feel poetry when they see the way the sharp, clean edges of a white house look against a black and rolling sky; I want them to feel it on the roller coaster as it surges forward, up, as the sky becomes the earth and the ground rushes up, trembling to meet them; I want them to feel it in the neon puddles that melt in the streets in front of smoky night clubs at midnight. I want them to know how to taste life!
My exclamation point symbolizes a general zeal for life that I want to share with others. And I know that it has become as much part of me as it has my signature.
As we go on, we remember all the times we had together
As our lives change, come whatever
We will still be FRIENDS FOREVER

hihi chị post lên đây cho mọi người cùng xem được ko ạ? hihi hơi mỏi tay tí chút thôi!
As we go on, we remember all the times we had together
As our lives change, come whatever
We will still be FRIENDS FOREVER

có cái web này nữa (thanx to trungleha)
http://www.conncoll.edu/admissions/essays/#essays
As we go on, we remember all the times we had together
As our lives change, come whatever
We will still be FRIENDS FOREVER

Rùi, đợi khi nào về nhà tui tìm tui post cho, bây giờ đang đi ở trọ mà!!!
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