50 Successful Harvard Application Essays



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50 successful harvard application essays

D
ANIELLE
F
EFFER
Teammates
I wrap my scarf more firmly around my neck, feeling the chill of the brisk January air as I trudge my
way to practice. The bus stop isn’t actually that far from the pool, but with a heavy backpack and the
fancy shoes that my host sister insisted I wear, the three-minute trek seems to last forever. Turning the
corner three blocks down, I finally make it to the parking lot and see one of my friends.
Salut, Thomas.”
He knows that it’s me without even looking. “Salut, Danielle.” He finishes fiddling with his bicycle
lock and stands to greet me. I lean in for my customary kiss, and he obliges, bisous-ing me once on
each cheek, before we walk toward Piscine Bréquigny together.
Easy conversation flows between us as our well-trained feet follow the paths to our respective
changing rooms. I punch in the code on the girls’ side and open the door. Familiar figures stand in
various states of undress, and bisous go all around while we change and speculate on the various
tortures Marc will put us through today. Then we head down to the pool deck, ready to meet our fates.
I get to our coach first, and mentally switch back into English. “Hey, Marc, what’s up?”
He shrugs. “Fine.”
I laugh and give him a high five, then move on to bisous and ça va? the rest of the boys. When I get
to Islem, who is Algerian, the two of us proceed to execute our exceedingly complex non-French
secret handshake, recently perfected at Tours during last week’s three-day meet. (We foreigners have
to stick together, after all.) We end with a perfect fist bump, and I smirk.
Islem winks back at me. “Et ouais.” That’s how we roll.
Marc eventually yells at us to get to work, and we all start to put on our caps and goggles. I pull out
my team cap from home, reflecting on how much I’ve changed since I left. Four months ago, I was
mute, standing awkwardly to the side, hoping that English instructions for the new and frightening
social interaction would suddenly appear out of thin air. Now, flawless French rolls off my lips as I
greet my friends, laughing freely at inside jokes, not thinking twice about kissing swimsuit-clad
swimmers on the cheek. I’m not just on the team anymore—I’m
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