耶鲁录取的四胞胎写的精彩文书是样的.doc

耶鲁录取的四胞胎写的精彩文书是样的 对于正在申请美国名校的同学来说，不知道有没有听过四胞胎同时被耶鲁、哈佛录取呢，而他们的申请文书更是别出心裁，让我们和出guo的一起来看看耶鲁录取的四胞胎写的精彩文书是怎么样的？ 美国俄亥俄州辛辛那提北部郊区自由镇（LibertyTownship）的韦德（Wade）四兄弟都被哈佛和夜路录取啦。他们是艾伦（Aaron）、尼克（Nick）、尼格尔（Nigel）和查克瑞（Zachary）。今年毕业于LakotaEast高中，同时接到了哈佛和耶鲁的录取通知书，实际上，韦德兄弟在哈佛和耶鲁之外，还收到了许多来自其他学校的录取通知书。对于这样的录取结果，四兄弟都表示很震惊。现在他们都选择了耶鲁大学。 除去他们的学霸属性之外，认为帮助他们成功斩获多所名校offer的是申请文书。四胞胎在写essay的时候，讨论出一个新奇的点子：提交一份联合申请文书，着重介绍四胞胎生活对他们兄弟的影响，但每个人分开提交，从四兄弟不同的视角来描述各自的经历和感受。 这四兄弟的文书既可以单独看，又可以合在一起整体阅读。单独看的时候，文书叙述的是一个人的生活经历，而生活经历中又突出四胞胎对相互生活的影响。放在整体阅读时，就像是平面图变立体，每个兄弟的文章相互联系，能更好的理解他们的生活经历。 我们有个偏见，考入同一所顶尖名校的双胞胎都是一个模子里刻出来的，更遑论四胞胎。然而四胞胎的成功却是源于跳出了这个模型。这四胞胎每个人都有自己的特质。Nigel说：“我们一直在努力培养个性，力求每一个人都能活出属于自己的生活。我们是独立的个体，但是如果我们聚在一起，那也是不错的选择”。 除了他们创新的文书形式独特，文书内容也很诙谐幽默。纽约时报将他们的文书刊登了出来，全文如下： NICK “Wade.Wade.Wade.Wade，”shoutedmyfootballcoachashecalledrollatbreakneckspeed. “Here，”wesoundedinunison. Achorusoflaughtererupted.Everyday，thecoachmadethisjoke，andeveryday，thewholeteamlaughedasifitwerethefunniestthingever.Ineverfounditfunny.ButIalwayssmiledandlaughed，asiftofoolthemintothinkingthatsharingalastnamewiththreeotherbrothers，allborninthespanoftenminutes，wassomethingtolaughabout，ratherthansomethingIdstruggledmyentirelifetoreconcile. WhenpeoplelearnthatIamaquadruplet，theireyeswiden.Womeninvariablysay，Yourpoormother.Neighbors，teachers，andfriendsseldomusemyfirstname.Theyperpetuallyrefertomeas“oneoftheWadeboys.”Ortheysay，“Wait，whichoneareyou？”Peoplethinkofmelessasindividualandmorelikeoneinasetofmatchingluggage.Becausetheworlddidnotseemyindividualidentity，IgrewupthinkingIdidnthaveone.Itwouldtakealongtimetoformaclearsenseofself，tobesomethingotherthanaQuad. Myquesttoestablishmyidentitystartedinhighschool.Clubslookedliketheanswer.IjoinedLatin，Tech，Robotics，Art，andSpanishClubs.Buttheyallfeltlikefillers.Onlyoneclubremained.TheCulturalClub.WhywouldIwanttowanttolearnaboutothercultureswhenIcouldntevenfigureoutmypersonalculture？ But，itfeltlikemylastoptiontobemorethanjustoneoftheWadeboys. TheCulturalClubgavemedirection.Itincitedacuriositythatcouldonlybesatiatedbylearningaboutthetrialsandtriumphsofpeopleworldwide.Ibegantofollowallthingsinternationalrelations.SinceconflictintheMiddleEastoftenmadeheadlines，theCulturalClubbecameinvolvedwithaidingArabmunities.Wevolunteeredandcreatedcarepacksforrefugeesabroad.Asapersonalproject，IbeganworkingatCincinnatisrefugeeresettlementagency. Iwantedtocontinuebuildinguponthisfoundation.Buthow？ Arabicwasmyanswer.Istudiedindependently，butIfeltitwasntenough.So，Iscouredtheweb.Eventually，IduguptheemailofaForeignServiceOfficer.HeradviceledtoaStateDepartmentscholarshiptostudyArabicinMoroo.WhenIwasaepted，Iwasecstatic. Forthefirsttimeinmylife，Iwouldembarkonajourneypletelyindependentofmybrothers.Iwouldbegoingtoaplacewherenooneknewaboutmymultiplebirthstatus.InMoroo，Iwouldntbe“oneoftheWadeboys.”IwouldbefreetoestablishwhoIwas，andwhoIcouldbe. IwascaughtoffguardinMoroo.Ifoundmyselfimmersedineverything，fromthefood（areallycoolmixofFrenchandArabcuisine）toracerelations（beingAfrican-American，IwascalledObamamorethanmyname）.IgotbittenbyabeggaronthestreetandfelloffacamelintheSahara，allwhiletryingtolearnthenotoriouslydifficultandbeautifullanguagethatisArabic.IdidallofthisnotasaQuad，butasmyself. Backhome，Isatwithmysiblingsontheporch，revelinginthegloryofthelasteveningbeforewereturnedtoschool.Welaughedandjoked，tradingstoriesfromthesummer.Inthatmoment，Irealizedthatwhilewesharegenes，aname，andaloveforoneanother，wedidntshareeverything.Myexperiences，Arabicskills，andambitionswereminealone.AsIsatwithmybrothersontheporchthatevening，IrealizedthatIcouldgetmorejoyoutofbeingaQuadnowthatIwasbetteratbeingNick. AARON “Yes，Nigel？”theteachersaid.IloweredmyhandandglancedbackatNigelsvacantdesk.Hehadstayedhomesickthatday.Realizinghermistake，theteacherlaughedsheepishly.“Youalllooksoalike，shesaid.TheresnowayIlleverbeabletotellyouapart.” “Ihavebraces，”Irepliedwithametallicgrin.“NickandNigelwearglasses.AndZachisthetallest.” Itwasnouse.Wewerefourboyswhosharedoneface. Beingaquadruplethaditsperks.Itgavemeaninstantidentityasa“WadeBrother.”Italsomademesomethingofanexpertatsharing.Wesharebirthdays.Wesharebedrooms.WeshareaToyotaCamry.Moreimportantly，Nick，Nigel，ZachandIshareastruggletoestablishourselvesasindividuals.Growingup，IfeltasifIwereadetailthatpeopleoverlookedinfavorofsomebiggerpicture.Toafew，IwasAaronWade.Tomost，Iwas“oneoftheQuads.” MusictaughtmethatmybrothersandIdontshareeverything.Oneday，whilewewereroughhousinginthebasementofmyfamilysoldhouse，IcaughtsightofsomethingIhadnevernoticedbefore：anold，dusty，uprightpiano.Iwalkedovertotheinstrumentandmasheddownonitskeys，watchinginastonishmentasthenotesevokedacascadeofcolorsinmymindseye.Ipressedthekeysagain，thistimeglancingbackatmybrothers，whotooknonotice.Iwasperplexed.Howcouldsomethingsowonderfulfailtocaptivatethem？Forthefirsttimeinmylife，Ihadfoundsomethingthatwasentirelymyown. Withthehelpofmypiano，Ibegantoforgeaself-imagethatwasundilutedbycircumstance.EvenmoreaessiblewasmyvoiceIsangsomuchthatmybrothersgrewto despisethesoundofit.“Yousinganddancearoundthehouseconstantly，”mymommented.“Whydontyouperformforanyoneelse？” Iwashesitant，consideringthatmyonlyaudienceuptothatpointhadbeenmybrothers，whosereviewswerelessthanpositive.Butmymotherwasright.Therestillexistedadisconnectbetweenmypersonalandpublicidentities；Icouldnthelpbutwonderifperformingwasthewaytoreconcilethem.SoIsigneduptosingatmyschoolstalentshow. TheaudiencegrewquietasIwalkedontothestage. “IsthataWade？”Iheardsomeoneremark.Strugglingtokeepmynervesatbay，ItappedmyfeettothecadenceofthehornsinStevieWonders“SirDuke.” ThenIstartedtosing.Thewordscameoutshakilyatfirst.Bytheendofthefirstverse，though，theweightofmyanxietyhadbeenlifted.Therewasnoaudience，asfarasIwasconcerned.Therewasntevenastage.Therewasjustme，doingwhatIloved.Anditfeltamazing. JustbecausearecordhasagrooveDontmakeitinthegroove.ButyoucantellrightawayatletterA，Whenthepeoplestarttomove. Theyweremoving，allright.SowasIsnapping，clapping，spinning， moonwalking.OnlywhenthemusicstoppeddidIheartheclamorofanovation.OnlythendidInoticethatthecrowdwasstanding，thatachorusofcheershadfilledtheauditorium.Mygazefelluponmybrothers.Ofalltheapplause，theirswastheloudest；plasteredontheirfaceswasalookofpride. “Quadruplet”willalwayspriseapartofmyidentity.Althoughitwasonceabarriertoindividuality，itisnowoneofthemanythingsthatmakesmeunique：abadgeofhonorIdonasAaronWade. NIGEL 0.00000125% Thechancethatmymotherwouldgivebirthtoquadruplets. 100% Thechancethatthiswomanstridingtowardsmeandmybrotherswasabouttomakemefeelliketheblacksheep. SheturnedtomybrotherAaronfirst，“YourmothertoldmethatyourelikeBeethovenonthepianoandthatyouhavealreadyposedthreesongs.”ShethenfacedmybrotherNicholas，“Andyouyoungman，goingtoMorootostudyArabic！”ShegaveanappraisinglooktomybrotherZachary，“Icanseewhyyoutooksecondindiscusatdistricts.”Finallyshelaidhereyesonme，“Nigel，”shebegan“.Sogladtomeetyou.” Idontblameher.HonestlyIdont.Iwasusedtobeingparedtomybrothers.Isupposetosomeextentourfamilyispartofallofouridentities.Butitisdifferentwhenyoureaquadruplet；yourfamilydoesntjustbeepartofyouridentity.Itdestroysit. Itriedtobreakawayfrommybrothers.Butforaquadruplet，therewerelogisticallimitations.MyparentscouldnotdrivemetoeverysingleactivityIwantedtotryorshelloutmoneyforeverysportIwasinterestedinbecausetherewerethreeotherboystheyhadtoworryabout.Mydadputmeinfootball，butInevertrulylovedit.Itrieddrawingandmusic，butthatwasmoreofmybrothersniche.Eventrack，oneofthefewthingsthatbroughtmesolace，leftmefeelingasifsomethingwasmissing. Thatallchangedwhenmyfatherbroughthomearatherpeculiarbook.ItwasthreefeettallandabouttwofeetwideandtitledHumanAnatomy.FromthesecondIcrackedopenitsspineIfellinlove.Beforemeweregiganticimagesofthenervoussystem，microscopicbacteriablownuptothesizeofmyhand，aworkofveinsandarteriesbeautifullydepicted，andthewondersofthehumanbodyexplainedasiftheywereordinaryourrencesratherthanmiracles.Iwasinstantlyhooked. Iwantedmore.Biology，neuroscience，anatomy，psychologyanyfieldthatcouldenhancemyunderstandingofthehumanbodyIdevouredhungrily.ButIcouldntjuststopthere. IcontinuedmyjourneybytakingasmanyscienceclassesasIcould.IearnedthehighestgradeinanatomyclassandanawardforalmosteveryscienceclassItook. Thesuessdrovemetothenextlevel.Iwantedtoseehowthetextbooksappliedtotherealworld.Duringmyjunioryear，Igotaninternshipwiththebiomedicalengineeringpany，Ethicon，whereIlearnedhowtobuilddevicesthatcouldcut，suture，andcauterizeallwithonebutton，Itwasamazing.ButstillIwantedmore. AninternshipattheWestChesterhospitalallowedmetoshadowmedicalprofessionalsforacoupleofweeks.Onedaystoodout.Allowedtoentertheoperatingroom，Isawapatientwhohadspontaneouspneumothoraxandneededtohavetheholesealed.Thesurgeonondutyenteredandbrieflylookedatthepatient.Iwaitedforthebackgroundmusictoeonasittypicallydoesforoperationsbuttheroomremainedsilent.Thelightsdimmedandshemadeherfirstcut.Fromthatmomentonshewasengrossed；shehadnohesitation，nodoubts，onlyfocus. TherewasalookofpeaceonherfacethatIhadneverbeforewitnessed.Andthenitclicked.IknewhowIwasdifferentthanmybrothers.Itstillhurtsbeingparedtomybrothers.Anditmightcontinueuntilpeoplecallme Dr.Wade，butinthemeantimeIknowwith100%certaintythatIamontherightpathandwillbemorethanjustoneoffour. ZACH “Changeyourshirt，”Isaid. MybrotherAaronlookedacrossthebreakfasttable，pastmycerealbowl，andfixedhiseyesonmyblack-and-whiteLakotaEastHighSchoolsweatshirt.Hethenlookedathischestablack-and-whiteLakotaEastHighSchoolshirt.Hesighedthroughhisnose，cerealstillinhismouth，andwalkupstairstofindadifferentshirt. Somekidswouldbethrilledtohavesomeonetwinningwiththem.Whenyouareamultiple，itfeelsabitdifferent.Myteachersoftencalledmebymybrothersnames，evenafterbeinginschoolforamonth.Insteadoftryingtolearnourfirstnames，teacherswouldrefertousas“Mr.Wade.” Learningmynameisnttoomuchtoask，evenifIamaquadruplet.Isit？ Beingaquadruplethasadvantages.Ineverhavethatawkwardfeelingofshowinguptoapartybymyself.Moreimportantly，mybrothersalwaysfindawaytobringoutthebestinme. Competitioniswhatdrivesmetodobetter，andthereisneveralackofitintheWadehousehold.Theypushmetoworkharder.Itisnotallpositivethough.Peopleviewusasthesamepersoneventhoughwearentidentical.Beingmorethan“OneoftheWades”hastakenalongtime. HighschooliswhenIfirsttriedseparatingmyselffromthegroup.IwasselectedtobepartoftheStudentAthleteLeadershipTeam，orS.A.L.T.Thisgroupismadeupofstudentathleteswhodisplayleadershipskills. AstheonlyWadeinthegroup，Ithoughtthiswasagreatopportunitytoletpeopleseemeasanindividual.Ithoughtmymissionwasgoingwell.ThenIranintoaS.A.L.T.memberatUnitedDairyFarmerswhileshewasworking.WechattedforabitandwhenIfinallydeparted，IheardhercoworkeraskwhoIwas.IthenheardthephraseIhadtriedsohardtoeliminate.“OneoftheWades.” Trackpresentedthepossibilityofabettersolution.Twoofmybrothersarephenomena