I have an old envelope with all my undergraduate admissions essays. I found it and opened it today. I reread what a naive 17-year-old had written. Some of them made me wince. Yet, some of them made me proud. I had dared to dream. All I had going then was an inexplicable belief in my ability. Nothing else.
And, in some of them, I found very simple, straightforward answers to some of the questions that I ask myself today.
When in doubt, ask yourself - preferably, a version from a dozen years past.
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