Emory University: 2018 Accepted Essays

Example Common App Essays and Supplements
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Introduction

Emory University is a private research university located in the Druid Hills neighborhood of Atlanta, Georgia. Emory is the second oldest higher education institution in Georgia and was founded in 1836. Emory is often ranked among the top 20 colleges in the country and is particularly well known for its biomedical engineering program, school of medicine, and school of public health.

As one of the top colleges in the United States, admission into Emory is quite competitive. For the class of 2022, Emory admitted only 18.5% of its applicants. The accepted applicants had a median unweighted GPA of 3.91 in high school.

Since Emory is so selective, it is very important that your essays make you stand out among the thousands of other qualified applicants. Below are some accepted Common App essays and Emory-specific supplements that were written by real students who got accepted by Emory.

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Emory Common App Personal Statement #1

Written by Anonymous Student

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Prompt

Share an essay on any topic of your choice. It can be one you've already written, one that responds to a different prompt, or one of your own design. (250-650 words)

I was 4.

Blue blanket in one hand, cookie monster in the other, I stumbled down the steps to fill my sippy cup with coffee. My diplomatic self gulped down his caffeine while admiring his Harry Potter wands. My father and I watched the sunrise through the trees and windows. I cherished this small moment before my father left, disappearing in and out of my life at the wave of a wand, harassing my seemingly broken, but nevertheless, stronger, family.

I was 10, and my relationship with coffee flourished as my father vanished. I admired the average, yet complex beverage and may have been the only ten-year-old to ask for a French-press for his birthday. Nonetheless, learning to craft intricate cups of coffee became my favorite pastime. I spent hours studying how to “bloom” the grounds in a Chemex or pour a swan. Each holiday, I would ask for an aeropress, an espresso machine. I became a coffee connoisseur, infinitely perfecting my own form of art.

As the years went by--I was 11, 12, 13--I began to explore the cafes in Pittsburgh with my grandmother, capturing them through our shared love for photography. Coffee (one of the few positive memories I have of my father) is also the bridge that allows my grandmother and I to converge our distinctly different backgrounds into one harmonious relationship. Inside quaint coffee shops, we would discuss pop culture, fashion, and the meaning of life. We made it our mission to visit every cafe and document them not only through the camera lens, but also through the conversations we shared.

I was 16 years old, and working at a family-owned coffee shop training other employees to pour latte art. Making coffee became an artistic outlet that I never had before. I always loved math, but once I explored the complexities of coffee, I began to delve into a more creative realm--photography and writing--and exposed myself to the arts--something foreign and intriguing.

When my father left and my world exploded, coffee remained a light amongst the darkness. As the steam permeates my nostrils and the bitterness tickles my tongue, I learn a little more about myself. The act of pouring water over grounds allows me to slow down time for a moment, and reflect upon my day, my life, my dreams, and my future. When I dive into a morning cup, I take a plunge into the sea of the self, and as I sip, am struck with the feeling that coffee is a universal link between cultures. I picture my great grandmother sitting on her front porch in Rome, slurping LaVazza and eating her coffee-soaked biscotti. Every cup takes me back to my heritage, forces me to reflect upon where I came from and where I must go, and who else, in another world, is sipping the same drink and reflecting upon the same principles. You see, coffee is like the ocean. It bridges two culture, two lands, two brains, all through conversation, exposure, exploration, but by one medium. I do not see it as simply a beverage, but rather, a vehicle for so much more.

At 18, coffee is a part of who I am--humble, yet important, simple, yet complex, and rudimentary, yet developed. As I explore new coffee shops, I explore a new part of myself, one once hidden beneath the surface of my persona. My grandmother and I--we are conquistadors of the cafe scene, conquering the world one coffee shop at a time and, in the process, growing endlessly closer to each other and ourselves. Coffee has allowed our relationship to flourish into a perpetual story of exploration and self-reflection.

Now, I often think about my father and how someone whom I resent so much could have introduced me to something I love so much. It is crazy to think that it took losing him for me to find my true self.

Emory Supplements and Short Answers #1

Written by Anonymous Student

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Prompt

What is your favorite fiction or non-fiction work (film, book, TV show, album, poem, or play)? Why? (150 words max)

I first read the poem “Self Reliance” by Ralph Waldo Emerson in 9th grade and fell in love. My impressionable self read the line “Nothing can bring you happiness but yourself” and was inspired to pursue my dream of becoming famous. Well, since that did not work out (not yet), I am often in need of the reminder that I (and only I) can dictate my outlook on life. Once I rid myself of the extremities of life, dusted away the cobwebs dousing the mind in indistinct intention, I was able to find my true purpose. I think that Emerson’s definition of resilience often pervades the surfaces of modern day personas. Society is lacking the ability to look inward to solve problems and cure the infectious disease of unhappiness. I now know, unlike too many others, that I need only look inside myself to cure any disease of my mind.

Prompt

In the age of social media, what does engaging with integrity look like for you? (150 words max)

In an era where cruelty is commonplace and kindness is a commodity, there is widespread misuse of social media. It is advantageous in theory but, combined with the nature of our society, it becomes a vehicle for negativity. In my eyes, it should serve as an artistic outlet or means of communication. Engaging with integrity means sharing our lives with others, whether it be to distant relatives or close friends, via one medium. Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram are valuable websites, yet their true purposes seem to be forgotten. Social media is meant to be used for expression, whether it be artistic or comedic, not for the perpetuation of negativity. It is a useful tool, yet unusable by society. I allow my true persona to shine through my posts because I believe that integrity is synonymous with authenticity and that social media should act as a window rather than a facade.

Emory Supplements and Short Answers #2

Written by Anonymous Student

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Prompt

In the age of social media, what does engaging with integrity look like for you? (150 words max)

People having a defined interest is an aspect of medieval times which failed to carry over to the modern era. We tend to have a ton of different interests because of the integration of social media in our daily lives, which gives us access to more resources than we can handle. We will do as many activities as we can but not love any of them, because of pressure to make money instead of doing what you love. I'll be the first to admit I suck at art. I love learning about art, but I can draw and paint with the skill of an orangutan. I have learned to focus my life on politics, which interests me more than any other field. I gain knowledge about politics from engaging with either strangers while canvassing or an expert while doing research. Engaging with integrity is when we do something we love.

Prompt

What is your favorite fiction or non-fiction work (film, book, TV show, album, poem, or play)? Why? (150 words max)

The first time music ever spoke to me was when I first listened to Bridge Over Troubled Water. Lyrics such as “a man just hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest,” made me fall in love with the album, as it made me reflect more upon society’s values, and prompted me to question my own. There are more metaphorical lyrics such as “Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down”. This resonated with me, since as someone who has dealt with an alcoholic mother, I sometimes felt I would never get across that water. But Simon and Garfunkel taught me to build a bridge and cross over it into better times, and so I did.