马萨诸塞州塔夫茨大学（Tufts University）招生和招生管理主任卡伦•理查森（Karen Richardson）表示：“我们实际上是在倾听学生的声音，并试图描绘出他们在学校生活中的大体形象 这不仅仅是学生选择写的主题，而是他们如何就相关主题进行书写的。我们鼓励学生展示而不是讲述，以帮助读者了解他们是谁。”
纽约汉密尔顿学院（Hamilton College）负责招生管理的副校长莫尼卡•因泽（Monica Inzer）说：“总的来说，一篇好的陈述应该是能让我了解到有关学生的一些信息，而这些信息是我在申请过程中从其他地方无法了解到的。”
I kept a firm grip on the rainbow trout as I removed the lure from its lip. Then， my heart racing with excitement， I lowered the fish to the water and watched it flash away.
I remained hooked.
I caught that 10-inch fryling five years ago on Fall Creek using a $5 fly rod given to me by my neighbor Gil. The creek is spectacular as it cascades down the 150-foot drop of Ithaca Falls. Only 100-feet further， however， it runs past a decrepit gun factory and underneath a graffitied bridge before flowing adjacent to my high school and out to Cayuga Lake. Aside from the falls， the creek is largely overlooked. Nearly all of the high school students I know who cross that bridge daily do so with no thought of the creek below.
When I was a toddler， my moms say I used to point and ask， ＂What？ What？ What？＂ Even now my inquisitive nature is obvious. Unlike my friends， I had noticed people fly fishing in Fall Creek. Mesmerized by their graceful casts， I pestered Gil into teaching me. From that first thrilling encounter with a trout， I knew I needed to catch more. I had a new string of questions. I wanted to understand trout behavior， how to find them， and what they ate. There was research to do.
I devoted myself to fly fishing. I asked questions. I woke up at 4 a.m. to fish before school. I spent days not catching anything. Yet， I persisted. The Kid＇s Book of Fishing was replaced by Norman MacLean＇s A River Runs Through It. Soon Ernest Hemingway＇s essays found their place next to Trout Unlimited magazines by my bed.
I sought teachers. I continued to fish with Gil， and at his invitation joined the local Trout Unlimited Chapter. I enrolled in a fly-tying class.
There I met Ken， a soft-spoken molecular biologist， who taught me to start each fly I make by crimping the hook to reduce harm to fish， and Mike， a sarcastic Deadhead lawyer， who turns over rocks at all times of year to ＂match the hatch＂ and figure out which insects fish are eating. Thanks to my mentors， I can identify and create almost every type of Northeastern mayfly， caddisfly， and stonefly.
The more I learned， the more protective I felt of the creek and its inhabitants. My knowledge of mayflies and experience fishing in many New York streams led me to notice the lack of Blue-Winged Olive Mayflies in Fall Creek. I figured out why while discussing water quality in my AP Biology class； lead from the gun factory had contaminated the creek and ruined the mayfly habitat. Now， I participate in stream clean-up days， have documented the impact of invasive species on trout and other native fish， and have chosen to continue to explore the effects of pollutants on waterways in my AP Environmental Science class.
Last year， on a frigid October morning， I started a conversation with the man fishing next to me. Banks， I later learned， is a contemporary artist who nearly died struggling with a heroin addiction. When we meet on the creek these days we talk about casting techniques， aquatic insects， and fishing ethics. We also talk about the healing power of fly fishing. I know Banks would agree with Henry David Thoreau， who wrote ＂[Many men] lay so much stress on the fish which they catch or fail to catch， and on nothing else， as if there were nothing else to be caught.＂
Initially， my goal was to catch trout. What I landed was a passion. Thanks to that first morning on Fall Creek， I＇ve found a calling that consumes my free time， compels me to teach fly fishing to others， and drives what I want to study in college.
I will be leaving Fall Creek soon. I am eager to step into new streams.
“你可以把这一文章看作自己整个申请的灵魂。虽然我们认识到，需要多年的辛勤工作和奉献精神， 在自己的高中生涯建立一个强大的大学申请， 帮助招生委员会在我们的教室、我们的俱乐部和我们的社区中描绘你的是你自己的声音和观点，”埃伦·金说，他是马里兰州的约翰霍普金斯大学本科招生学院院长。
不过，在某些情况下，学校可能会把补充论文作为首要申请任务。圣约翰学院（St. John’s College）负责招生的副校长本杰明•鲍姆（Benjamin Baum）说，圣约翰学院的情况就是如此，该校在马里兰州和新墨西哥州都有校区。
专家们说，补充短文往往很短，但圣约翰学院（St. John＇s College）却与这一趋势背道而驰，它要求学生至少写400字。这是因为学校希望看到学生就选定的主题进行长篇写作。
Last year in my Constitutional Law class， I fell in love with political and legal philosophy. Sexy， right？
Maybe not， but I loved the rules， the structure， and the big questions that surrounded organizing a government. I thought about these things constantly—while brushing my teeth， doing chores， and driving to school. Unable to take this beloved course a second time， I chose my senior classes with more than a touch of melancholy. I was skeptical that even the most appealing humanities class， AP Literature， would be anything but anticlimactic by comparison. I＇d become so accustomed to reading the function-focused writings of Locke， Rousseau， Madison， Thoreau， that I found it difficult to see ＂literature＂ as anything more than mere stories. I wanted substance that I could actually do something with， and I didn＇t expect to find it in AP Lit.
Settling down to read our first assigned book， Sophocles＇ Antigone， I was apathetic. We＇d done a pre-reading exercise earlier in class and I＇d gathered that Antigone was just the sad story of a wannabe-martyr-descendant-of-Oedipus who crosses the wrong king， dies， breaks her fiance＇s heart with her death， leading him， and her would-be mother-in-law by extension， to suicide， blah， blah， blah. I fanned the pages with my thumb， checked the time （10：15 p.m.）， and willed myself to make it through the first ten pages without falling asleep.
Rousseau＇s familiar skepticism of an unchecked ruler， Locke＇s notions of natural rights philosophy， and Thoreau＇s willingness to violate immoral laws. Wait—this was a literature class， and yet here was Sophocles articulating the same concerns of the Framers of the Constitution （hundreds of years before any of them were born）.
Antigone has become my favorite book because it wraps political and legal theory around complex characters and a compelling narrative. Prior to reading Antigone ， I assumed that if I hadn＇t read every book that pertained to the architecture of US government， I had at least heard of them. But I was so mistaken. Antigone proved this assumption wrong because Antigone itself was a case study in the actual consequences of ideas discussed by political philosophers. In other words， Antigonehumanized the esoteric and function-driven debates I＇d studied last year. Witnessing Haemon cradle his dead fiance in his arms， then subsequently kill himself before his father＇s eyes， allowed me to see all of the ideas I＇d spent hours considering as not purely political questions， but as human ones. Finishing the play， I was ashamed that I＇d harbored such skepticism at the outset of my reading. My experience with Antigone reminds me why I get excited each time I use calculus in physics or art in cooking， and I look forward to a lifetime of making these connections.
Using a flimsy piece of printer paper， I remember folding my first paper crane. Reading instructions off a dusty origami book from my basement， my fingers fumbled with the paper， folding， unfolding， refolding， and possibly some frustration-induced crumpling. Nearly an hour later， with little creases scattered across its body and a misaligned beak， it was clear that origami wasn＇t a natural talent of mine.
Despite its deformities， there was an endearing quality to the bird I couldn＇t quite explain. After sixteen folds， it resembled the paper only in color and material. I would fold countless other designs， until my room was covered with creations from simple paper boats to intricate seven part lotus flowers.
The joy I found in origami lied in the fact that I had the freedom to invent anything； with each fold， creativity flowed through my fingers， converting curiosity of the potential of each fold into an irrepressible desire to create more. It is what motivated me to read about 2D kinematics to win a projectile motion challenge， and understand the chemistry behind qualitative analysis of cations for a lab.
Everything I could ever want to know and more is right at my fingertips. From the change in weight I feel in a moving elevator， to the chemical reactions that cause the plastic stars in my room to glow， science is a field that permeates every single aspect of life. I know my curiosity to understand the world around me nurtures my love for science.