I got contacted by someone over at Network World about that article I ran in the Tech who was interested in writing a piece on the subject and asked if he could possibly see my MIT admissions essay. Amazingly, my 5 year old Dell Inspiron laptop booted successfully with all my data intact, and I managed to retrieve it! Even more surprisingly, I liked my essay every bit as much as I remembered I did, so I thought I’d post it on here. I must say again, this is a piece I am awfully proud of.

UPDATE: This essay and my Tech article got quoted on Network World’s BuzzBlog

…and as of tonight that post made SlashDot. That explains how this one blog post already has more comments than every other post combined.

Prompt:

An application to MIT is much more than a set of test scores, grades and activities. It’s often a reflection of an applicant’s dreams and aspirations, dreams shaped by the worlds we inhabit. We’d like to know a bit more about your world. Describe the world you come from, for example your family, clubs, school, community, city, or town.

How has that world shaped your dreams and aspirations?

Response:

The world I come from is full of oak trees and rain, warm cats on cold nights, and raucous college parties across the street. The sky over my home matches the grey in my eyes; the barbed wire fence around Lake Sequoyah is commemorated eternally by the disfiguration of my left hip. I have my father’s eyes, my mother’s feet, my best friend’s laugh, and my ninth grade English teacher’s writing style. My world is eight friends in a bed meant for two, the hidden tunnels of the mall, and semi-weekly trips to ogle gadgets at Best Buy.

I am the person my world has shaped me to be, but I am also the person the world at large has made me. Widespread panic for Y2K made my father teach me more about system security than I ever wanted to know at the age of ten. I drooled the first time I saw a real G5, and put together my first circuit board when I was seven.

Barring world disaster or a dramatic cult revival, technology is my future. The world has made clear its need for IT, for international networks, for computers the size of human cells, and my generation has responded. As fuzzy logic becomes more and more obsolete (in humans, at least), boolean values have come to rule all. Precision, accuracy, the Styrofoam cup holding your coffee, and the microprocessor in your toaster oven are all a product of infinitely many zeros and ones, a concept I find both irresistibly ridiculous and intriguing.

My development may have been molded by cafeteria french-fries and high pollen counts, but I want my future to be carved by everything. I come from a somewhat limited part of the world, and I was constantly afraid as a child that as I grew older my ambition would be quenched by the dairy industry or I’d spend a lifetime putting wilted lettuce on bacteria-ridden patties of dead cow. Luckily, this was not the case, and instead of killing my curiosity, the lack of worldly knowledge gave me a burning desire to find out all of the things I’d been missing. The limitations of my earlier world gave birth in a way to the endless expanses of everything else.

The county fair gave me an addiction to funnel cake, the college nearby gave me my first look at a real milling machine, parties at my house gave me Dr. Pepper stains over a large percentage of my clothes, my neighbor’s dog gave me a hatred of anything smaller than a mailbox that can bark, and my introduction to broadband began a love affair with the world that has yet to die.

Word count: 447. Couldn’t have done it in less.