重磅！芝加哥大学、佐治亚大学、圣母大学更新2023-2024申请季补充文书

1.People in the Notre Dame community come from many different places, backgrounds, and walks of life. How is where you’re from a part of who you are?

对于这个问题，有些学生可能有一个强大而深刻的个人故事来讲述他们的种族/民族身份、性/性别身份或宗教身份；其他人可能会觉得在这些类别中的任何一个类别中，他们自己的身份都没有什么特别引人注目的地方。或者，您也可以谈论您在亲和团体中的位置。

注意：如果您的主要 Common App 文章已经解决了这些主题之一或包含一些重叠的材料，您可能需要选择不同的补充提示。

2.Tell us about a time when you advocated for something you believe in.

从本质上讲，这篇文章是一个机会来说明你是一个遵循良心的成熟领导者。毕竟，这种年轻人会是圣母大学社区的一个受欢迎的补充。

如果为你所相信的东西站起来的任务很困难，那么你的论文可能会最强。

当我们所信仰的东西与大多数群体的信仰或我们所属的机构的信仰相一致时，倡导我们所信仰的东西是很容易的。

当你考虑是否选择这篇文章时，评估你是否有在这个领域讲述一个真正充满活力和个人的故事。

3.If you were given unlimited resources to help solve one problem in your community, what would it be and how would you accomplish it?

要真正了解圣母大学提出这个问题的来源，只需看看学校自己的使命宣言：“圣母院希望教育和激励学生成为社区和更大世界中的道德公民，使用发挥他们的才能，并培养他们所需要的慷慨的感受力，以减轻所有表现形式的不公正、压迫和贫困。”

如果您在整个高中期间参与了某种类型的慈善/社区服务工作，那么这是一个更详细地谈论该企业的好机会。

4.What is the greatest compliment you have ever been given? Why was it meaningful to you?

这是 2022-23 年圣母大学的补充文书的新内容。我们在这里看到了很多有洞察力的答案的潜力。

相反，最引人注目的部分应该是你关于它为什么对你有意义的讨论。这可能是一个很好的机会来讲述你如何以某种方式成长的故事。

Essay Option 1

Exponents and square roots, pencils and erasers, beta decay and electron capture. Name two things that undo each other and explain why both are necessary.

– Inspired by Emmett Cho, Class of 2027

Essay Option 2

“Where have all the flowers gone?” – Pete Seeger. Pick a question from a song title or lyric and give it your best answer.

– Inspired by Ryan Murphy, AB’21

Essay Option 3

“Vlog,” “Labradoodle,” and “Fauxmage.” Language is filled with portmanteaus. Create a new portmanteau and explain why those two things are a “patch” (perfect match).

– Inspired by Garrett Chalfin, Class of 2027

Essay Option 4

A jellyfish is not a fish. Cat burglars don’t burgle cats. Rhode Island is not an island. Write an essay about some other misnomer, and either come up with and defend a new name for it or explain why its inaccurate name should be kept.

– Inspired by Sonia Chang, Class of 2025, and Mirabella Blair, Class of 2027

Essay Option 5

Despite their origins in the Gupta Empire of India or Ancient Egypt, games like chess or bowling remain widely enjoyed today. What modern game do you believe will withstand the test of time, and why?

– Inspired by Adam Heiba, Class of 2027

Essay Option 6

There are unwritten rules that everyone follows or has heard at least once in their life. But of course, some rules should be broken or updated. What is an unwritten rule that you wish didn’t exist? (Our custom is to have five new prompts each year, but this year we decided to break with tradition. Enjoy!)

– Inspired by Maryam Abdella, Class of 2026

Essay Option 7

And, as always… the classic choose your own adventure option! In the spirit of adventurous inquiry, choose one of our past prompts (or create a question of your own). Be original, creative, thought provoking. Draw on your best qualities as a writer, thinker, visionary, social critic, sage, citizen of the world, or future citizen of the University of Chicago; take a little risk, and have fun!

从初中到高中的过渡对学生来说是一个关键时期，这段时间他们在学术和个人成长方面都会达到新的水平。请分享一本在这段时间对你影响深远的书（小说、非小说或其他均可）。请把重心放在这本书为何对你产生影响，而不是书本身的情节/主题（不要写成一篇读书报告）。

The transition from middle to high school is a key time for students as they reach new levels of both academic and personal discovery. Please share a book (novel, non-fiction, etc.) that had a serious impact on you during this time. Please focus more on why this book made an impact on you and less on the plot/theme of the book itself (we are not looking for a book report).

If you asked me what object I’d save in a burning fire, I’d save my notebook. My notebook isn’t just any notebook, it’s bubble gum pink with purple tie dye swirls, and has gold coil binding it together. But more importantly, it’s the key that unlocked my superpower, sending me soaring into the sky, flying high above any problems that could ever catch me. However, my notebook is simply the key. My real power rests in the depths of my mind, in my passion for writing. But to know how my powers came to be (not from a spider or a special rock), I must travel back to the first spark.

Nine years ago, on a cold winter morning, I sat at my tiny wooden desk in Mr. Barton’s famous Writer’s Workshop class. While I have no recollection of what I wrote, I can vividly recall my joy, the speed of my hand guiding the pencil on the paper, and the thrill I had knowing that I was the puppeteer. The story could be completely mine as long as I had my imagination. At this moment, my creative powers sparked like a car engine. This was the first time I truly enjoyed writing.

Four years ago, I wrote my first 6-word memoir in my eighth-grade rhetoric class. Inspired by my father’s recently diagnosed terminal illness, I wrote “Take his words, don’t take him”. It was as if all the energy of my powers surged into six meaningful words meant to honor the man that I would soon lose to a villain known as ALS. This was the first time I felt my writing.

Three years ago, my dad’s disease severely progressed. The ALS seized his ability to speak and locked it in a tower with no key. The only way we could communicate was with an old spiral notebook. Black pen ink filled the pages with his distinctive handwriting I personally liked to call chicken scratch. He was frail, yet full of life, when I walked into his room one day. He motioned for to me to read the notebook, and in his best chicken scratch it read, “I Love You”. Using my best eighth-grade girl penmanship, I wrote back, “I LOVE YOU MORE”. This was the first time I needed my writing.

Two years ago, I found my key. I drove to Target and purchased my bubble gum pink, purple swilled tie dye, and gold coil binding notebook. My powers always dwelled deep inside me, but the instant I opened my notebook, it was as if a bright light illuminated my face, unlocking a world of possibility. Feeling frustrated about the recent passing of my dad, I took my feelings to paper. My hand flew, and before I knew it, I was left with a poem, entitled “Broken Smile”. Once completed, I was speechless. I never understood that I could feel so deeply about the words I had to say, that I could feel so powerful in a world that often rendered me powerless. I felt… like a superhero.

One year ago, my powers began to flourish. My perfect pink notebook became the key to my inner thoughts and feelings… my superpower. I journaled about my day, wrote poems and meticulously crafted stories. But most significantly, tucked between the pages, I always carried a folded piece of paper to keep me inspired: a letter in the most beautiful chicken scratch I had ever seen.

One month ago, I needed my powers more than ever before. I needed them to convey who I truly am for the chance at the future of my dreams as a writer. Except this time, I didn’t need the key because my powers grew into fruition. Instead, I opened my laptop only to type out one sentence… “If you asked me what object to save in a burning fire, I’d save my notebook.”  Ariel A.