外国大学入学申请书（精选3篇）

外国大学入学申请书 篇1

In my mother’s more angry and disillusioned moods, she often declares that my sisters and I are “smarter than is good” for us, by which she means we are too ambitious, too independent-minded, and somehow, subtly un-Chinese. At such times, I do not argue, for I realize how difficult it must be for her and my father—having to deal with children who reject their simple idea of life and threaten to drag them into a future they do not understand.

For my parents, plans for our futures were very simple. We were to get good grades, go to good colleges, and become good scientists,

mathematicians, or engineers. It had to do with being Chinese. But my sisters and I rejected that future, and the year I came home with Honors in English, History and Debate was a year of disillusion for my parents. It was not that they weren’t proud of my accomplishments, but merely that they had certain ideas of what was safe and solid, what we did in life. Physics, math, turning in homework, and crossing the street when Hare Krishnas were on our side—those things were safe. But the Humanities we left for Pure Americans.

Unfortunately for my parents, however, the security of that world is simply not enough for me, and I have scared them more than once with what they call my “wild” treks into unfamiliar areas. I spent one afternoon interviewing the Hare Krishnas for our school newspaper—and they nearly called the police. Then, to make things worse, I decided to enter the Crystal Springs Drama contest. For my parents, acting was something Chinese girls did not do. It smacked of the bohemian, and was but a short step to drugs, debauchery, and all the dark, illicit facets of life. They never did approve of the experience—even despite my second place at Crystal Springs and my assurances that acting was, after all, no more than a whim.

What I was doing when was moving away from the security my parents prescribed. I was motivated by my own desire to see more of what life had to offer, and by ideas I’d picked up at my Curriculum Committee meetings. This committee consisted of teachers who felt that students should learn to understand life, not memorize formulas; that somehow our college preparatory curriculum had to be made less rigid. There were English teachers who wanted to integrate Math into other more “important” science courses, and Math teachers who wanted to abolish English entirely.

There were even some teachers who suggested making Transcendental Meditation a requirement. But the common denominator behind these

slightly eccentric ideas was a feeling that the school should produce more thoughtful individuals, for whom life meant more than good grades and Ivy League futures. Their values were precisely the opposite of those my parents had instilled in me.

It has been a difficult task indeed for me to reconcile these two opposing impulses. It would be simple enough just to rebel against all my parents expect. But I cannot afford to rebel. There is too much that is

fragile—the world my parents have worked so hard to build, the security that comes with it, and a fading Chinese heritage. I realize it must be immensely frustrating for my parents, with children who are persistently “too smart” for them and their simple idea of life, living in a land they have come to consider home, and yet can never fully understand. In a way, they have stopped trying to understand it, content with their own little microcosms. It is my burden now build my own, new world without shattering theirs; to plunge into the future without completely letting go of the past. And that is a challenge I am not at all certain I can meet. 点评Comments:

1.This is a good strong statement about the dilemma of being a part of two different cultures. The theme is backed by excellent examples of the conflict and the writing is clear, clean, and crisp. The essay then concludes with a compelling summary of the dilemma and the challenge it presents to the student.

2.A masterful job of explaining the conflict of being a child of two cultures. The writer feels strongly about the burden of being a first generation American, but struggles to understand her parents’ perspective. Ultimately she confesses implicitly that she cannot

understand them and faces her own future. The language is particularly impressive:“It smacked of the bohemian,” “subtly unChinese,” and “a fading Chinese heritage.” That she is not kinder to her parents does not make her unkind, just determined.

外国大学入学申请书 篇2

I guess it was inevitable that I’d be on hockey skates at some point in my life, but I did not expect that I’d become one of a rare group of female ice hockey officials before I even reached high school. Being born into a family of hockey players and figure skaters, it seemed that my destiny had already been decided.

Right from the beginning, my two older brothers and my father strapped me up and threw me onto the ice. I loved it and, in my mind, I was on my way to becoming a female Gretzky! But my mom had to think of something fast to drag her little girl away from this sport of ruffians. Enter my first hot pink figure skating dress! That was all it took to launch fifteen years of competitive figure skating. Even though figure skating soon became my passion, I always had an unsatisfied yearning for ice hockey. It took a great deal of convincing from my parents that competitive figure skating and ice hockey didn’t mix. My compromise became refereeing ice hockey; little did I know that I was beginning an activity that would influence my character and who I am today. When I began, I would only work with my dad and brothers. Everyone was friendly and accepting because I had just started. I soon realized though that to get better I needed to start refereeing with people I wasn’t related to, and that’s when my experience drastically changed. An apologetic smile and an “I’m sorry” wasn’t going to

get me through games now. As I began officiating higher-level games and dealing with more arrogant coaches, I suddenly entered a new male-dominated world, a world I had never experienced before. My confidence was shot, and all I wanted to do was get through each game and be able to leave. Sometimes I was even too scared to skate along the teams’ benches because I would get upset by what the coaches would yell to me. “Do you have a hot date tonight, ref?” was a ment that coaches would spit at me during the course of a game. In their eyes, I did not belong on that ice, and they were going to do whatever they could do to make sure no women wanted to officiate their games. I was determined not to let them chase me off the ice.

I made the decision to stand up for myself. I never responded rudely to the coaches, but I did not let them walk all over me and destroy my confidence anymore. I started to act and feel more like the 4-year certified Atlantic District Official that I am. There were still a few situations that scared me. One time I called a penalty in a championship game during the third overtime and the team I penalized ended up losing because they got scored on. I knew I had made the right call, even though I was unnerved when I saw the losing teams’ parents waiting for me at my locker room; for the moment I wished I hadn’t called that penalty. Although it was scary at the time, I stood my ground and overcame my fears. That was an important

stepping-stone in my officiating career and in my life.

After four years of refereeing, I still can’t say it’s easy. Every game hands me something new and I never know what to expect. Now I have the confidence and preparation to deal with the unexpected, on and off the ice. I now also know take everything with a grain of salt and not let it get to me. I have learned that life is just like being out on the ice; if I am prepared and act with confidence, I will be perceived as confident. These are the little lessons that I’m grateful to have learned as a woman referee.

Things to Notice About This Essay

1. The author tells an interesting story about her experiences as a referee.

2. A sense of her personality—determination, flexibility, good humor—comes through in the narration.

3. Details like “Do you have a hot date tonight, ref?” make the narration memorable (we’d love to hear more of these kinds of details).

4. The essay needs a faster start. The first paragraph (three sentences) says the same thing in both the first and third sentences—and gives away the essay’s surprise in the second! A good revision would all of paragraph one and start at paragraph two.

5. There’s too much frame here and not enough picture. The essay needs further development, especially about the difficulties of

becoming and being a ref, to keep it vivid.

6. The author should “dwell” in the meaning of the experience a little more at the end—“I wonder about…I also think…Sometimes I believe….” Significant experiences like this one, woven through many years of the author’s life, don’t mean just one thing—there are more insights and lessons to explore here.

外国大学入学申请书 篇3

尊敬的校团委学生会：

我是_x班的_ ，我申请加入校团委学生会。

今天我很荣幸也很自豪地来表达自己由来已久的愿望：“我要加入学生会”我向大家郑重承诺，：“如果我入选成功，我将尽力完成学校老师和同学交给我的任务，让大家喜欢上融入到我们这个集体中。

“学生会”在我心中是个神圣的名词，她连接学校与学生，是一个学生自己管理自己的组织。向上，她反映学生们的思想状况和成长历程；向下，她传达学校的规章制度和管理意向；向内，她组织同学参加各种有益身心健康的文体活动；向外，她联系校际组织参加社会公益活动。桥梁和纽带的作用是学生会存在的基础；自我锻炼，提升自我素质的意义是学生会不断发展的动力源泉。所以，我向往校学生会组织。能够加入学生会，成为其中一名积极分子是我一直以来的心愿。

如果我能顺利进入校学生会组织，我会积极、主动、民主、协助地发挥她应有的作用，并在其中锻炼自己的各种能力，包括组织能力，思维能力，办事能力，创造能力和交际能力。同时也自觉地学习

学生会是由学生组成的一支为同学服务的强有力的团体，在学校管理中起很大的作用，在同学中间也有不小的反响。加入学生会不仅能很好的锻炼自己，更好地体现自己的个人价值，还能贯彻“全新全意为同学老师服务”的宗旨，有利于自己的成长和发展。是个很好的锻炼自己的机会，我的座右铭是：“天生我才必有用”。我坚信我这批千里马一定会在这里寻找到伯乐，用一个空间去发挥我的潜力。

假如我成为一名学生会中的一员，我要进一步完善自己，提高自己各方面的素质，我进一步提高自己的工作热情，以饱满的热情和积极的心态去对待美一件事，要进一步提高责任心，在工作中大胆创新，锐意进取，虚心向别人学习，多听别人的意见，做到有错就该，多接受别人好的意见，坚持自己对的原则。在学生会利益面前，坚持以学校大多数同学的利益为重，决不以公谋私。并且我将进一步加强自身修养，努力提高和完善自身的素质，我将时时要求自己“待人正直、公正办事”；要求自己“严于律己、宽以待人”；如果我不能加入，我也决不气馁，一定好好努力，争取有更好的表现！

我知道，再多灿烂的话语也只不过是再卖弄自己的才华，我是一个北方人，从小生长在小镇的我有着农民一般朴实的性格，我坚信朴实的行动是成功路上的基石，只有朴实的行动一步一个脚印才能带我走向成功。

希望领导能给我一次机会，让我用行动证明我的价值。

此致！

敬礼!

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