Duke的essay样本

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[free]提供给大家学习学习---天马行空题材 文章来源呃...一个DUKE的学长送给我的,我也不知道他从哪里弄来的。权威性和参考性毋庸置疑,大家放心学习就行![/free]
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The year: 2031. The place: Deep in theunknown universe. What's left of mankind has traveled five light years on ourjourney to Darwinia, a distant planet orbiting Alpha Centauri where we willmake our new home. Mission Darwin discovered the planet in 2015, years beforethe Great War, and the advances in the years that followed have made the longjourney possible. The cold fusion cell, the creation of Liquidmetal, and thediscovery of high-efficiency ion engines allow spacecraft to reach a velocityapproaching the speed of light. Finally, technological advances have beenharnessed for the good, after so many years of destruction.[/size]
[size=12pt]I am the chiefelectrical engineer aboard the Modular Transport Vehicle I, the MTV I forshort. The lives of the entire crew and the success of the journey rest on myshoulders. As Ben Parker says in Disc One: Chapter 8: Verse 7 of the Book ofSpiderman (the only surviving relic of the ancient Marvel religion to survivethe War), "With great power comes great responsibility." Surelythere is no philosophy more fitting for an electrical engineer. Although, therewas a time I was not so sure I would be an electrical engineer. I rememberapplying to college with no idea what sort of engineering to pursue, knowingonly that I wanted to be an innovator, a problem solver, a creator. It was notuntil my first year at college, when I led the Engineering Team to an improbablevictory in the DARPA Flying Car Challenge by wresting the throttle away fromStephen Hawking 3.0 and deliberately overloading the Flux Capacitor, that Irealized my true calling. Now, every part of every system of the ship relies onmy work and me. Without me, the power from the cold fusion cell would neverreach the navigation computers, life support system, or ion thrusters. Withoutmy electronic impact sensors, the materials engineer would never know where hisprecious Liquidmetal hull is compromised. Without me, the neutron rehydratorswould dry out and the parsecburgers would taste like protondogs. Yuck. It's allpart of the job, and I am doing what I love the most. But despite my passion, Istill dream of saving Earth from itself. I still dream of the day when I can goback – when we all can go back – to the time before our greatest accomplishmentbecame our ultimate downfall.[/size]
[size=12pt]Nuclear fission,discovered by Otto Hahn and Fritz Strassmann in 1939, was that accomplishment.Finally harnessing the potential of the universe's smallest building block,fission provided the eternal solution to mankind's energy needs: so efficient,the reactors could power an entire planet with only a truckload of materials,but so powerful that it turned man's mind to evil. In 1941, the scientists ofthe Manhattan Project first proposed the atom bomb. In 1945, the first atomictest in the Alamogordo desert was a success. One month later, the bomb wasdropped on Hiroshima. Fifty-nine years later, noted physicists Bono and theEdge, discovered the secret of How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb. Sadly, it wastoo late. How did something so promising become so dangerous? [/size]
[size=12pt] It only took a few minutes for half of the Earth's population to be wiped out.The remaining members of mankind were forced to bide their time on a dyingplanet, condemned to watch endless looping reruns of Star Trek. (Finalfrontier? Boy, were they wrong!) I was one of those survivors. Now, as I sit atmy desk in the hull of the ship, listening to my iPod Pico, I look up at thepicture of Earth hanging on the wall: a reminder of where we have come from andwhat we must do for the future.[/size]
[size=12pt]I called it"Elleza's State of the Union." Is that too ambitious? Perhaps.But that's me, I guess—always trying to squeeze something epic out of somethingmundane. Here are facts: My flight is delayed, there is no president ofLebanon, I feel like my brain is on fire, and I have no college essay. I wroteat least six different drafts—each was successively too long, too unfocused,too experimental, too angry, too abstract. Each one I ripped up. The 'ripping'was more symbolic than anything, since all of those attempts at "makingsome sense of myself on paper" are still saved on my computer.[/size]
[size=12pt] With each aborted essay, I felt myself falling deeper into obscurity. With eachnew topic I felt that I made less sense. A few nights ago, I foundmyself surrounded by sketches for yearbook, half-complete portfolio pieces,Genet's, Our Lady of the Flowers and Dostoevsky's, The BrothersKaramazov, both lying open at moments far more interesting than my calculushomework. It was here, just hours away from the call of my alarm clock, baskingin the bluish light emanating from a blank Microsoft word document that Idecided I wouldn't write an essay at all; I was going to make a painting.There. That's something I love, something I'm truly passionate about, somethingI'm good at. The concept was brilliant when it occurred to me amidst the cloudsof those dawn hours. What are those admissions officers going to do anyway?Send it back?[/size]
[size=12pt] The next morning I reconsidered this decision. My friends kept asking me whatmy college essays were about. I lied to them. They had all written essays abouttheir native language or tap dance or the perils of being a middle child. I wasterribly, hopelessly bored. I had nothing but torn pieces of paper.[/size]
[size=12pt] "Oh! I've got it!" My college counselor gave me a look of partdesperation, part relief. I'd been whining over essayist's block for 10 minutes."I'll write a poem about how I hate the bureaucratization ofeducation!" She rolled her eyes, but I beamed proudly. "Elleza.You're a brilliant writer." I made a face. "You are. It will come toyou. Write what you know."[/size]
[size=12pt] Write what I know. Here are facts: I plan to be responsible for the nextmeaningful movement. I WILL save the world with art. I have complete faith inthe power of the written word. [/size]
[size=12pt]I have written sixintroductions and six conclusions, attempting valiantly to capture myself, butit seems I'm not meant to be caught. Write what I know? There is so muchI don't know and thank goodness, for there is a vast amount of un-charteredterritory. I can write six hundred essays about the importance of art, thegenius of William S. Burroughs, being black, being misunderstood—but see, whatI already know doesn't matter. What matters is what I desire to know. Whatmatters is how I will change, and the changes that I will make.[/size]



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多谢LZ
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谢谢~:lol