50 Successful Harvard Application Essays

VIII. EXPERIENCES

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The most straightforward type of personal statement, essays on experiences rarely go wrong. The
concrete nature of these essays leave little room for error, and everyone has some experience worth
writing about. Telling a story is easier than explaining a source of inspiration or putting into words
the goings-on in your head.
The most common mistake with these essays is when students take a perfectly good story and try to
make it explicitly into a lesson. The best essays let the reader see the lesson you’ve taken from the
experience, but don’t require a literal statement. If you are thinking about concluding your essay with
sentences like: “From ____ I learned…” or “____ taught me how…” think again. This is a method that
could work in very specific situations, but often, your essay would be stronger if you let the story
speak for itself. If you have to put forward your meaning explicitly for the essay to make sense, then
that is a good sign that there are places that need to be improved in your essay.
Remember, if you’re writing an essay about experiences, use lots of detail and include some color.
These stories should be told well enough that someone would want to read it even if they weren’t
being paid to do so.

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C
HARLES 
W
ONG
James was not fitting in with everyone else. During lunch, he sat alone, playing with his own toys.
During group activities, the other campers always complained when paired with him. What was
wrong? As camp counselor, I quietly observed his behavior—nothing out of the ordinary. I just
couldn’t fathom why the other campers treated him like a pariah.
After three days of ostracism, James broke down during a game of soccer. Tears streaming down
his cheeks, he slumped off the field, head in his hands. I jogged toward him, my forehead creased
with concern. Some campers loudly remarked, “Why is that creep crying?” Furious indignation
leaped into my heart. They were the ones who “accidentally” bumped into him and called him “James
the Freak.” It was their cruelty that caused his meltdown, and now they were mocking him for it. I
sharply told them to keep their thoughts to themselves. I squatted beside James and asked him what
was wrong. Grunting, he turned his back to me. I had to stop his tears, had to make him feel
comfortable. So for the next hour, I talked about everything a seven-year-old boy might find
interesting, from sports to Transformers.
“I have a question,” I asked as James began to warm to me. I took a deep breath and dove right into
the problem. “Why do the other campers exclude you?” Hesitantly, he took off his shoes and socks,
and pointed at his left foot. One, two, three … four. He had four toes. We had gone swimming two
days before: All the campers must have noticed. I remembered my childhood, when even the smallest
abnormality—a bad haircut, a missing tooth—could cause others, including myself, to shrink away. I
finally understood.
But what could I do to help? I scoured my mind for the words to settle his demons. But nothing
came to me. Impulsively, I hugged him—a gesture of intimacy we camp leaders were encouraged not
to initiate, and an act I later discovered no friend had ever offered James before. Then, I put my hand
on his shoulder and looked him straight in the eyes. I assured him that external features didn’t matter,
and that as long as he was friendly, people would eventually come around. I listed successful
individuals who had not been hindered by their abnormalities. And finally, I told him he would always
be my favorite camper, regardless of whether he had two, five, or a hundred toes.
On the last day of camp, I was jubilant—James was starting to fit in. Although the teasing had not
completely disappeared, James was speaking up and making friends. And when, as we were saying
our good-byes, James gave me one last hug and proclaimed that I was his “bestest friend in the whole
wide world,” my heart swelled up. From my campers, I learned that working with children is simply
awesome. And from James, I learned that a little love truly goes a long way.

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REVIEW
Although several high school students choose to draw from summer experiences to write their
college essays, Charles writes a unique story that would definitely stand out from the crowd. Though
the experience of working with a four-toed camper is a pretty unusual tale in itself, the true triumph
of this essay comes from Charles’s ability to depict his personality within those circumstances that
could be quite jarring.
Charles’s encounter with bullying is unique, but he tells the story with less sophistication than one
would hope.
But this clear and straightforward tone also has its advantages. He tells his story in a simple, casual
tone, unlike the formal voice high school students are 
so
used to writing in essays and other papers.
By doing so, the several sentimental moments in this essay, like the hugs or the pep talks, do not seem
contrived. These actions truly seem like something Charles would do from the kindness of his heart.
The most striking factor of this essay is not the unique tale, but the degree of success Charles was able
to depict himself as a genuine and friendly person—someone Harvard or any college would love to
have.
—Jiho Kang

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