用1篇文书申请14所大学，获得14份录取，她是这样做到的,美国留学指南微信公众号文章

她申请了14所美国大学，收到了14封录取通知。这14封录取通知分别来自哈佛大学、普林斯顿大学、布朗大学、哥伦比亚大学、斯坦福大学、芝加哥大学、宾夕法尼亚大学、麻省理工学院、西北大学、莱斯大学、约翰霍普金斯大学、华盛顿大学、佛罗里达大学、迈阿密大学。

这些大学其中任意一所发来录取都是值得开心的事，何况是14所全部给了yes。她SAT分数2330，GPA4.5，排名Top1%，体育方面有游泳、跳水、水球运动；课外活动经历丰富，除此之外，这篇写童年经历的文书功不可没。

她告诉美国商业内幕网站（Business Insider），最初她不想写这么私人的东西，她原本写的essay是关于之前参加过的暑期项目的海报展经历，讲述的是自己如何变得不那么内向害羞。但是之后她觉得这篇文书并没有展示自己的真诚，因为在她看来，她原本写的这篇文书是迎合招生官的喜好的。

还好，她换了故事。

Ultimately, she wrote about her more personal experience, and it certainly paid off. In addition to Harvard, she gained acceptances to Brown University, UChicago, Columbia, The University of Florida, Johns Hopkins, the University of Miami, MIT, Northwestern, UPenn, Princeton, Rice University, Stanford, and WashU.

来，一起看看这篇优秀的文书：

Four boys stood above me on a pile of garbage. Their words, "Bota, bota, matava" — "chubby", "fatty" suffocated me:

A familiar sensation of frustration and hurt gripped me. Looking for defense I only saw a cinderblock at my feet, impossible for my eight year old body to heave, so, I screamed in English:

"You are just jealous that you are poor and I am American!"

As the words flew out of my mouth, I knew I was wrong — there was no sense of triumphant satisfaction. I abruptly turned and ran into the refuge of my aunt's home.

Upon finishing a tearful narrative to my aunt and father, I preferred the comfort of the former's arms. I avoided my father's disappointment: I knew as well as he did, that I was not the victim.

Later, my hysteria subdued and guilt temporarily forgotten, I ventured outside to explore the crevices of Antananarivo. The boys were still playing atop the rubbish, then seeing me, scrambled off their mountain and ran in the opposite direction.

It's okay, I thought, I wouldn't be a fan of me either.

As I began walking up the street, I heard shouts:

"Wait, wait!"

The boys caught up to me and proudly waved hundred ariary bills in my face. In their broken English, they said in earnest and without malice,

"Look! We are not poor! We have money! We are Amreekan too!"

I agreed they were right and smiled sadly: one US dollar was the equivalent to seven thousand Malagasy ariary.

I was made sharply aware of what separated me from these children: oceans, experience, money. Politics, ignorance, the apathy of millions. Ironically, it was also the first time I belonged to my "motherland". I could share in the simple joy of relishing what "is", be proud of the sense of resourcefulness engendered by scarcity.

This memory has woven itself into my philosophy and my dreams. The very personal knowledge that millions live in a way such that electric toothbrushes are an unfathomable luxury (my cousin, Aina), has given me the following personal rules:

Education is an opportunity, not a burden;
You always have enough to share.

While I may not be certain of my future, I know for certain that I want to serve. I realize that service is as important an aspect of education as is academic work. I know this passion will follow me throughout my life and manifest itself in my actions at Harvard. This memory is a mandate to serve indiscriminately and without prejudice towards those I work with. I am all the more willing to cooperate to bring improvement to the community within the College and beyond the campus. I can bring innovation in problem solving born out of the deep desire to help others. I work for these boys, for all the proud Malagasy (and even those who are not proud to be Malagasy), and the children who cherish "what is" instead of mourning "what could be".