My friend teaching in Brooklyn asked me to share my personal statement for college with her class of high school seniors. As I have had the chance to read their drafts and see slices of their lives, it is clear now that their stories are matchless. They have a wellspring of experiences, personal turmoil and resilience in the face of hunger, drugs and death, but those are their stories, and they tell them best.
For now, this is what I said, more or less.
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