Rutgers Essay

I forgot what the prompt, but that will do little to stop me from posting my Rutgers admissions essay. Too sensationalist? Boo-hoo. Too brazen and tongue-chokingly funny? A tad. But consider for a moment that these poor admissions fellows, enclosed in their itty bitty offices, have to read thousands of illiterate, boring, mangled essays for a living. They probably perfect speed-reading after two days in their careers... Imagine...

"Hmm, he knows words. Good. *Grunt* More essays. More eat.... *Grunt* Person use vocabulary bad. Gr. No like..."

I defer to my first mini-college admissions opus.




“Is the couch fine for ya? The rotten orange smell’s been there for awhile.”

“Um, I’ll be fine, thanks!”

Couchsurfing is something everyone should try- it’s basically arranging sleepovers while traveling, sans the mass murderers. Traveling runs in my family. One of my grandfathers would travel around the US and Britain giving sociology lectures, my parents would find summer jobs all around Poland while in University, and my brothers went on a two week trip around Iceland last year exclusively to hitchhike and climb through the entire country. I’ve traveled extensively in Poland and Greece, and breezed through Germany, the Czech Republic, and Slovakia a few times.

One of the most enjoyable secrets of traveling lay in going out on a limb- talking to strangers, taking public transportation, and making unexpected friends. But throwing caution to the wind doesn’t limit itself to traveling in my case…

“Jeff, I can’t believe you’re taking dance this year! Serious?”

“Jack of all trades, master of some, kiddo. I’m serious.”



I learn for the sake of learning, and taking dance as my senior major epitomizes the “Scientia potesta est” mantra that I hold so dear. My favorite field of study is writing; I love writing letters, cards, and essays, always flavored heavily with subtle humor. Dance opened up a whole new world of writing to me- one of movement, pirouettes, tap dancing, and good Lord, she really just did that with her leg.

Though I would normally hesitate to say that I am an interesting person, after deep reflection, my life would intrigue even the mythological evil twin of Davy Jones, Coldhearted Jones. I am a writer, gentlemen, scholar, and almost a dancer (much harder to learn than it looks). Clearly, Rutgers would make an absolutely fantastic home away from home. As a seasoned learner and magnetic leader, I offer Rutgers a top notch pupil that aspires towards excellence. As a Christian who goes to a Filipino Baptist church, I offer Rutgers a solid, honest character which encourages and inspires others.



At Rutgers, thousands of driven young adults strive to learn and achieve great things in a widely ranging spectrum of educational fields. Each one of them stands capable of helping me to learn more and expand my worldview to span cultures, languages, and various “ologies”. Professors eagerly await new students, and counselors anxiously expect scholars to advise. Social events patiently count the minutes until slews of hungry undergrads flock, and multicultural mingling parties expectantly tarry for every last nationality. As a fine educational institution filled with bright staff and students, Rutgers lacks little.