50 Harvard Essays

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which weaken the underlying premise of the piece – that Pullman’s unique writing 
help articulate her unique personality. Her creative writing is exciting and 
interesting; her more academic writing is less so. 
Still, “Pieces of Me” is a risky endeavor that works. Pullman succeeds, without the 
use of a 3-D visual aid or live performance, in making her application stand out. 
“Who Am I?” 
“Who Am I?” 
--by Michael Cho 
I wish I could write about the Michael Cho who stars in my Walter Mitty-like fantasies. 
If only my personal statement could consist of my name followed by such terms as 
Olympic athlete, master chef, boy genius, universal best friend, and Prince 
Charming to every hopeful woman. These claims would be, at worst, outright lies, or 
at best, gross hyperbole. My dreams, however, take their place alongside my 
memories, experiences, and genes in the palette that constitutes who I am. 
Who am I? I am a product of my reality and my imagination. I am innately depraved, 
yet I am made perfect. I plan my day with the knowledge that “Everything is 
meaningless” (Ecclesiastes 1:2), but I must “make the most of every opportunity” 
(Colossians 4:5). I search for simple answers, but find only complex questions. 
Once, on my way to a wrestling tournament, I was so engulfed in thought over 
whether living in an abode which rotated near the speed of light would result in my 
being younger (utilizing the Theory of Relativity) and stronger (utilizing the 
properties of adaptation along with the definition of centripetal and gravitational 
force) that I failed to realize that I had left my wrestling shoes in my locker. My 
mother says that my decision to wrestle is indicative of the fact I don’t think. 
Through working in a nursing home, the most important lesson I’ve learned is that 
I have many lessons yet to learn. Thus the most valuable knowledge I possess 
reminds me how little knowledge I have. 
Often times people make the mistake of assuming that mutually exclusive qualities 
bear no relationship to one another. Not so! These dichotomies continuously 
redefine each other. In some cases one is totally dependent on the other’s existence. 
What is faith without doubt? Without one, the other does not exit. When juxtaposed, 
opposites create a dialectic utterly more profound and beautiful than its parts. Walt 
Whitman embraces this syncretism by stating, “Do I contradict myself? Very well 
then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes).” My qualities, though 
contradictory, define who I am. 
Although I can’t make fantastic claims about myself, I must still acknowledge and 
cherish the dreams that I have. Admittedly, it is tragic when one is so absorbed in 
fantasy that he loses touch with reality. But it is equally tragic when one is so 

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