Chapter 1:
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Ever since I was little, I always dreamt; whether I was sitting in the classroom by the window, lying down on my bedroom floor contempling the stars, in the back seat of every car I rode or even sleeping-Although I never liked my sleep dreams since I couldn’t control them-. God I dreamt of everything! My imagination had no limits, I found my reality so blend and boring I was desperate to feel something ,anything, I felt myself going numb day by day, So my only refugee was the hope that my future might be brighter and greater than my (...)
Chapter 1:
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Ever since I was little, I always dreamt; whether I was sitting in the classroom by the window, lying down on my bedroom floor contempling the stars, in the back seat of every car I rode or even sleeping-Although I never liked my sleep dreams since I couldn’t control them-. God I dreamt of everything! My imagination had no limits, I found my reality so blend and boring I was desperate to feel something ,anything, I felt myself going numb day by day, So my only refugee was the hope that my future might be brighter and greater than my (...)
I believe that if everyone, regardless of race, can push themselves to work harder and to do better, they excel. If they can do that, while having a social life or downtime, that’s great. The truth of the matter is that it’s all about hard work, work ethics, and balance.
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Ghitha Zahir
Ben Grir Prep School
Ben Grir green city, 5o km from Marrakech, Morocco
October 20th 2016
Massachusetts Institute of technology
77 Massachusetts Ave, Cambridge, MA 021339, United States
Dear admission department,
It is my honor to apply to Massachusetts Institute of technology after doing much research about it almost on a daily basis for the past two and a half years of my life, I checked everything from the tours, to the lectures, to the historical background to the vlogs of students that go there I dreamt about this moment where I apply ever since I was sixteen ,although (...)
Memories of a Mortal:
Cold… It feels so cold…My head is burning but everything else is cold …and light…just like a feather, I ask my self does it always feel like this, or is it just me, I hear people crying and calling for me, telling me not to give up. Give up what? I have several flash backs, me at 5 on the roof top wearing my red French hat and sitting on my pretty pink princess-y chair I smile to the camera and click, I’m 7 my math teacher wrote my name on the top of the class pyramid, I make my wish, open my eyes and blow my 9th birthday cake, actually there were two, I (...)