之前我们公布的精选文书都是来自综合大学，想要申请文理学院的同学们别着急，文理学院参考文书也来啦！
今天我们来瞅一眼康涅狄格学院Connecticut College公布的优秀文书吧！
康涅狄格学院是位于康涅狄格的一所私立文科学院。它是一所住宿的四年制本科院校，几乎所有约1815名学生都住在校园里。
该学院成立于1911年，前身为“康涅狄格女子学院”，1969年，康涅狄格学院开始招收男生时，并学院的名字缩短为“康涅狄格学院”。
学生从41个专业中选择课程，包括跨学科的、自主设计的专业。
U.S. News排名将该校列为2019年文理学院第46位。
学院也是新英格兰小型学院运动大会(NESCAC)的成员之一。
小编摘取了3篇文书给大家参考~
Lorena De Leon ' 22
George Washington High School, Chicago, Illinois
Had I written this essay three years ago, I would have written with utmost passion about my desire to be a cardiologist. I would have shared that cardiology had lifted the veil placed on my eyes to blind me from my true essence - saving lives. I would have continued to share that it exhibited two of my most accented strengths: my attention to detail and my ability to value each person if though their soul was a reflection of my own. However, most importantly, I felt it was my destiny to grant others what my mother's cardiologist had granted her: a healthier and rejuvenated life. It is three years later and I do not have a desire to be a cardiologist. The dream I had for cardiology was solely a fabrication of what I believed to be most just.
I have a way with words, and I am lyrical. My sweet symphonies are the essence of my being, yet I am not an aspiring songwriter nor am I an aspiring musician. I am a writer. With each word I craft, a part of my soul lives on beyond my years. It turns out that the magic of my words was so powerful, my soul had been deceived. For years, I had been writing about cardiology and science as though the letters c-a-r-d-i-o-l-o-g-y were coursing through my blood, and were tattooed to my heart. Dreams consisted of me writing novels of my career as a cardiologist, sharing my encounters and experience of being a cardiologist. My love for writing had become so pronounced that the passion I had been composing with was mistaken as a passion for cardiology.
As a child, I never acknowledged writing as anything more than a hobby. When I would put pen to paper I would solely describe it as just writing. It was never just writing. It was my life; it is who I am. Despite my undying love for this artform, I would tell myself that cardiology was what I wanted, even with the distance and disconnect I felt with cardiology. Regardless of how scholarly and recognized cardiology is, I had felt as though I was settling. However, that all changed.
It was a single sentence that unlocked the volta of my life's story: If you do something you love, you never have to work a day in your life. This sentence, which I heard from an advisor, redirected my thoughts from who I was to who I wanted to be. It was in that moment that my initial thought was not of cardiology, it was of an image of life beyond its limits and a world of wonders, pen to paper, and the flight of young Lorena's dreams. It was an image of writing.
I had always feared that no one would understand my love for writing, nor the bond I had formed with writing. When speaking with a person who does not possess my same passion, it's as though our conversation is not a conversation at all, but rather a sharing of different languages. They cannot grasp the idea that writing is not solely descriptive language, it is not “red, yellow, blue,” as my aunt would describe it. Writing is the core of my being. It is engraved in my soul. Without it, I would not exist. Writing could never restrain me, because the one thing
it offers me that nothing else in the world ever could was the ability to not only think however I wanted to think, but to also be whatever I wanted to be.
I had begun a story I had praised for ten years of my life; it was a story I thought I knew the words to like the back of my hand, but the words had drifted and my dream of cardiology had become blurred by my true love and destiny - becoming a writer.
Matthew Giuttari ' 22
Loomis Chaffee School, Windsor, Connecticut
Piece by Piece: Building My Reality
At this point in my life, I am used to the chuckles I receive upon telling my friends that I, in fact, love Legos. Growing up in a house of four children was a hectic environment to say the least; an escape from the chaos of siblings was much needed. As a kid, sitting down and concentrating on one task was never my intention, rather I was constantly energetic, chasing and being chased by my siblings.
Building Lego sets had always been a way to minimize any stressors that were going on at the time, or to simply relax and enjoy the challenge. My first Lego set was given to me at a very young age, my seventh birthday, and although excited, I was puzzled with what I was supposed to accomplish. I knew that Luke Skywalker was going to need a little more assistance than I could offer at that age, so after countless hours of struggling and persisting, I inevitably succumbed to the numerous offers of help. Each birthday and holiday moving forward, I requested Legos in order to perfect my ability, and each time I gained expertise. Finally, I encountered my own “Eureka!” moment, individually completing my first kit, a miniature replica of the Seattle Space Needle, solely on willpower and sheer excitement.
My worn, but comfortable bedroom floor had become my safe haven for letting my mind wander and to create sculptures I would have never thought of if it hadn't been for my obsession with those miniscule, plastic blocks. I hadn't usually been the most creative, artistic person; however, when I sat down in my room next to my collection and freed my mind, I suddenly become an artist of my own definition. Soon, as I got older, more unique ideas for pieces flooded my mind rather than following strict instructions. These ideas had resulted in the possibility of designing and constructing certain buildings and entities, of course without any real-world consequences. My bedroom floor eventually turned into a skyline resembling that of New York City, skyscrapers grazing the top of my bed and Rockefeller Center spanning from my desk to my closet. Arriving home late from school or a strenuous practice, I was relieved to lay down next to my meaningful, personalized city.
I rarely construct Lego structures nowadays; however, my obsession with those tiny bricks embedded a passion in me that will never cease to follow me. Arriving to a boarding school as a first-year student, I was extremely hesitant and nervous. Though I would soon be a part of a team, I sought an escape from my anxiety of being away from home and especially my bedroom. Though I hadn't brought along any of my Legos, (I'm sure you can imagine why), I signed up for a new class which taught the basics of ceramics and sculpting figures. Ceramics was an entire new entity to me and I enjoyed every second of it. I had been constructing simple bowls and plates to ease myself into the new medium I was using. Soon, however, I became more confident and adventurous with my designs. After hours in the studio at school, I ultimately transferred my projects back to my personal studio, my bedroom, to join the company of my surrounding Lego projects. Not only providing me with entertainment, Legos left an everlasting mark on my capacity to experiment with new endeavors I would rarely attempt.
Legos hold a special place in my mind and my heart due to the effect they have had on my curiosity, creativity and overall optimism. I will continue to design my sculptures, my essays, and my future, which is certainly guided by my imagination. Having constructed those guided, age appropriate sets and eventually designing unique pieces, I developed a knack for sculpting and imagining brand new ideas I transfer into my everyday life.
Emma Andrikidis ' 21
Belmont High School, Belmont, Massachusetts
Looking out at the Mediterranean Sea, I delight in each bite of the kolokithakia tiganita my Yiayia had made for lunch. In the small fishing village of Methoni, Greece, my grandmother wanders through her garden each day, selecting plump tomatoes, peppers, zucchinis, and eggplants from their respective vines. My Pappou voyages far into the Mediterranean Sea, hopeful that his worn yellow fishing net will bring him luck that day. Continuing this daily routine from afar, my Baba hand-picks produce at the grocery store and closely inspects fillets at the fish counter. Each ingredient he buys is intentional, and excess is discouraged. At home, my pantry consists of spare bits and pieces, usually resulting in lopsided, but carefully crafted open-faced sandwiches after school. Despite living 4,697 miles away from Methoni, the Greek values ingrained into my upbringing serve as a subconscious guide to my everyday life.
Each summer day in Methoni ends with a wave of satisfaction, a feeling rarely felt at the end of ordinary days in Massachusetts. In Greece, there may not be anything to show for at the end of the day besides the lasting memories that had been formed. Yearning to experience that same sense of fulfillment, I assured myself I would make adventure this summer. I found myself continually traveling to Walden Pond, a place I would visit often as a child, and sporadically every summer since then. After reading Thoreau’s Walden last year, I was reminded of how close I was to Walden Pond, and inspired by the notion that I was in control of my own life. When I would return home, I would revel in that same feeling of gratification that I felt in Methoni every night, content with the knowledge that I had spent my hours deliberately.
I like to think I spend my time with direction. So pleased am I that I grasp the concept that, as sung by Henry David Thoreau, “to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity, and trust." Without fail, I have read every piece of literature I have been assigned, using my time wisely. To not read it would be to cheat myself of insight that could have been gained. Most school nights I sit in the middle of my bed typing on my keyboard, as the notes of my father’s bouzouki, a type of Greek guitar, echo in repetition. I approach each task, no matter the scale, with the same sense of tenacity and diligence. On more than one occasion have I been playfully ridiculed by my friends for my ornately crafted birthday cards or elaborate planning of day trips. However, this does not diminish my understanding of the vital need to “live in the present."
Mesimeri, meaning midday, is a special time in Greece. A collection of moments specifically allotted to enjoying a meal with family, and when rest in encouraged. Without the luxury of a designated mesimeri, I have been compelled to put aside my own time to live presently. Whether it be a trip to my favorite boba tea shop, or merely to the local 24-hour CVS, I put aside the task at hand, almost always accompanied by a dear friend. During these outings, I find “eternity in each moment” and return to my obligations with a new sense of rejuvenation.
I have learned to find satisfaction in deconstruction. Sometimes the whole is greater than the sum of its parts, but many times the parts themselves are equally as outstanding. My life is made up of many parts, some more outstanding than others. For this reason, I will savor my one perfect lunch, trips for boba with friends, and long days spent at Walden Pond. With each new experience I find myself influenced by Methoni, and with this Greek wisdom I look forward to finding the extraordinary hidden within the ordinary.
最后，康涅狄格学院还给出了文书的小贴士，希望对同学们有所帮助：
1. Allow yourself plenty of time to write the essay. Do not wait until the last minute. I know this sounds absurdly simple, but it really does make a difference to be as relaxed as possible when you sit down to write.
2. Choose the prompt that comes closest to something you'd like to write about. The purpose of the prompt is to help you reflect on something that matters to you. Your application will be full of information that illuminates dimensions of you and your abilities, but only the essay gives you a vehicle to speak, in your own voice, about something personally significant. Choose something you care about and it will flow more naturally.
(a) Fallacy: If you haven't experienced a life-changing event, you have nothing to write about. Wrong. You care about things now. Write about one of them and show us why it matters to you.
(b) Fallacy: If you haven't had a major international service experience, you're sunk. Wrong again. If you've had such an experience and you feel it says something important about you, great. If you haven't, just choose something that says something important about you. That's all.
3. When you've written a first draft, let it sit. Then go back to it another day. Ask people you trust for their feedback, but don’t let anyone else tell you how you should write it. This is your story, or some small but significant part of it, as told or reflected upon by you.
4. When you've revised it to your heart's content, proofread with care. Spellcheck isn't always the most reliable friend, as I have learned on occasion with a quickly typed email that gets sent before it was proofread!
5. Submit it, and treat yourself to something nice — like your favorite film, a run, quality time with your dog or whatever it is that you enjoy.
