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Request Information We have collected just a few of the exceptional essays written by newly enrolled Hamilton students with their permission, of course.
They offer a glimpse into the diverse backgrounds and experiences, as well as the writing talents, of our newest Hamiltonians. Sage Tzamouranis Ridgefield, Conn. There is nothing more irrepressibly badass than the old women of southern Greece.
They have never seen a dentist. They can clean their own teeth, thank you very much, all two of them. They are familiar with loss. The black attire signifies the status of a widow, of a stoic; mourning is only displayed through the color of clothing, never through emotion.
The women are like the olive trees, which reside in soil so dry that it crunches under your feet as you walk. Somehow, they manage to grow anyway; persistence and stubborn endurance are all they know.
The trees can grow through rock, live without rain. When I was 5 or 6, I thought that my Yaya was the most beautiful woman in the world, with her wiry white hair fresh out of curlers and laugh lines showing around her eyes like a map of all of her times spent smiling.
As I got older, I realized that there are more worry lines than laugh lines. Deep trenches of lineaments cross her forehead, revealing the hardships of a childhood spent in poverty. The most recent are the lines chiseled around her thin mouth, as if out of marble. They are from pursing her lips in an attempt to suppress the pain after my Papou was taken by the same merciless hands that took her daughter away, but this time, those hands looked like cancer.
The yellow dress went away after Papou died.
The black clothes are suffocating; they invite the sun to beat down with more cruelty than before. The lines are unforgiving, the trenches have been dug, the stalemate between the want of joy around the eyes and the stubborn endurance of suffering around the silent lips wages on.
However, I know a secret. When the sun sets in southern Greece, it rains. No matter how helpless the olive trees look, rain will come.
Yaya has a secret drawer of floral nightgowns that she only wears when the day has ended and the sun can no longer punish her misfortune.Here is a sampling of the terrific college essays written by Hamilton students in the Class of (reprinted with their permission).
These essays are in addition to three similar . July (This essay is derived from a talk at Oscon ) A few months ago I finished a new book, and in reviews I keep noticing words like "provocative'' and "controversial.''To say nothing of "idiotic.'' I didn't mean to make the book controversial.
I still am embarrassed by this memory. Five years ago I walked into an office on the twenty-fifth floor of the Manhattan headquarters of Time Inc (which owns Fortune).
I was there to meet with. The Case for Reparations. Two hundred fifty years of slavery. Ninety years of Jim Crow. Sixty years of separate but equal. Thirty-five years of racist housing policy. September Remember the essays you had to write in high school?
Topic sentence, introductory paragraph, supporting paragraphs, conclusion. The conclusion being, say, that Ahab in Moby Dick was a Christ-like figure. Oy. Back in , the Knight-Ridder newspaper chain began investigating piracy of Dave Barry’s popular column, which was published by the Miami Herald and syndicated widely.