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  just as the glossy brochure promised, from the moment i touched foot on the harvard campus last fall, i was exposed to an exhilarating and illuminating new world.[论文网] 
   i have discussed the rise of china with 1)larry summers over a few slices of pizza, taken a genetics course taught by one of 2)people magazine’s sexiest men alive (shoutout to 3)kevin eggan), and sat in the front row as one of my favorite writers, 4)atul gawande, gave an astonishing talk on the difference between coaching and teaching. still, my freshman year was probably one of the most troubling of my life.
   i was born and raised 1,500 miles away, in a small apartment in 5)jackson, mississippi. for my entire life, it has mainly been just my mother and me. i have a loving father, but he and my mother broke off their engagement shortly after my birth, and since he worked odd hours as a bus driver, i rarely saw him when i was growing up. i am an only child, so my mother overpowered me with her love. for someone who sees so much beauty in the world, she worked awfully hard to protect me from it. television, rap music, even basketball with the kids on the block were beyond consideration. it left me a bit resentful as a teenager, but i grew to appreciate her enormous sacrifices—walking me to the library every afternoon, laboring at multiple jobs to keep food on the table, telling me stories late into the night.
   when i announced the summer before my senior year of high school that i had decided to apply to a school in new england, i noticed a hint of hesitation before a warm smile enveloped her face. i pretended not to see, but i was never able to forget it. i tried to articulate my reasons for wanting to leave—to prove i was smart enough, fear of taking the path of least resistance, the classic teenage feeling of being trapped—but the words just made me sound shallow and ungrateful.
  nonetheless, i began to 6)buckle down on the college applications—an early one for harvard and roughly a dozen others standing by. i knew the 7)odds of getting into harvard were not in my favor, and my high school couldn’t offer much because our senior counselor was responsible for hundreds of students. so i read tons of college preparation books. if there was one lesson i learned from them, it was that nothing kills a winning application faster than a 8)trite “allow me to tell you about the time i won the town race” essay. i wrote about the growing tension i noticed between the sciences and the humanities. and months in advance, i approached my incredible yet overworked teachers with a smile and recommendation requests, already placed in stamped envelopes.

 to my delight, i was notified of my acceptance into harvard college on dec. 15, 2011, three days before my birthday. that night, after all of the celebratory texts and hugs, i sat in my room and began

to cry uncontrollably.
   i felt trapped between the two worlds in front of me. one held seemingly unlimited opportunity—full scholarship, career advancement, travel possibilities. but what would i sacrifice in exchange? my mother and i have never been on firm financial ground, and that was not going to magically change. it suddenly hit me why i was so troubled by her hesitant look: it was the same look she gave me the first time we were 9)evicted from our home. what would happen to her if i left? when she was laid off from her job a few weeks later, my fears multiplied.
   “your acceptance into harvard is one of the shining accomplishments of my life,” she said, “and i’ll be damned if i see you give it away.”
   i did not.
  earlier this year, i read an article about the failure of elite colleges to attract poor students: a stanford study had found that only 34 percent of top students in the lowest income level had attended one of the country’s 238 most selective colleges. i do not believe that increasing financial aid packages and creating glossy brochures alone will reverse this trend. the true forces that are keeping us away from elite colleges are cultural: the fear of entering an alien environment, the guilt of leaving loved ones alone to deal with increasing economic pressure, the impulse to work to support oneself and one’s family. i began to think, “who am i, anyway, to think i belong at harvard, the 10)alma mater of the bushes, the kennedys and the romneys? maybe i should have stayed in mississippi where i belonged.”
   then there were the existential questions: why it all matters, the 11)recurring evaluations of my dreams and underlying motivations, even considerations of the problematic socioeconomic structure i was trapped in.
   over the course of this year, i have changed in ways i never anticipated. as i watch my peers—an 12)eclectic collection of literary enthusiasts, science geniuses, musical 13)virtuosos and mathematics 14)prodigies—humbly strive for excellence in their respective fields, i feel inspired, slightly inadequate and hopeful for the future.
   i think i know now why my mother let me go. harvard has forced me to grow and take a candid look at the world, and at myself.


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