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Personal Perspective Rice Essay

Did you know Rice University is ranked number one for the happiest students? In fact, one of their supplemental essays is to get to know the students.

Rice University Supplemental Essay Prompt:

The quality of rice’s academic life and the residential college system are heavily influenced by the unique life experiences and cultural traditions each student brings. what personal perspective would you contribute to life at rice? (500 word limit)

Not sure how to approach it? Here are 4 essay example excerpts from students who were accepted to Rice:


Rice University ‘19

I only use my Jamaican impression to break the ice. Then, on subsequent days, I will pull out another international accent. I master accents with the help of my guru, Youtube, and then try them out in public stores to give them a societal stamp of approval. I have been relatively successful, except the time I was asked if I was on something. I can assure you that I was on the ground. View more.


Rice University ‘19

While most of my friends went on vacations or picked up research internships at local universities, I spent my last two summers surrounded by pool water. This wasn’t particularly new: I’ve been a competitive swimmer since the age of five, but what really made my perfume of chlorine worth it was when I finally got a real job. Keep reading.

Jessy Feng

Rice University ‘20

Asian students are a model minority stereotyped as hardworking students who only study, in an endless bid for personal gain. Although I am of Chinese descent, and I am hardworking, I am certainly not in it to win it all for myself. I realize as a middle-class American, I’m better off economically than 99.5% of people on the planet. That is sheer luck! I am grateful for all of it, and I am looking to use my skills and honed abilities, that I will refine or acquire from Rice, to give back. Read more.


Columbia University ‘20

The smooth black ink seeped from my brush into the velvety rice paper, as if I was pouring energy into my painting, giving it the ingredients to come to life. Concentrate and breathe. With Chinese brush painting, there are no second chances. Before the hairs of the brush even came into contact with the surface, my mind already envisioned the stroke, giving my motions fluid confidence and resolution upon application to the paper. Like stiff bamboo stems, my brush had to be strong and firm. Or like soft, silky petals of an orchid, my brush had to be supple and tender. A single drop of water in excess could cause the paint to bloom across the paper in a spiteful stain, ruining the focus and vitality of the painting. Read full essay. 


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About The Author

Frances Wong

Frances was born in Hong Kong and received her bachelor’s degree from Georgetown University. She loves super sad drama television, cooking, and reading. Her favorite person on Earth isn’t actually a member of the AdmitSee team - it’s her dog Cooper.

---The quality of Rice's academic life and the Residential College System are heavily influenced by the unique life experiences and cultural traditions each student brings. What personal perspective do you feel that you will contribute to life at Rice? (500 word limit)

I moved to America when I was four, so at my grandfather's funeral service in South Korea in 2008, I felt completely out of place, surrounded by strangers. The few times I had seen my grandfather, I was scared by his stern demeanor I mistook for coldness, and my introverted personality and the intimidating language barrier compounded with the fact that I lived thousands of miles from him meant that I never got to really know him. I felt guilty that I couldn't overcome my timidness, then angry at my feelings of shame, and finally sad that I never had a proper conversation with my own grandfather. I regretted allowing my bias to keep me from my grandfather, and henceforth I resolved to be open-minded and try my utmost to learn about something before pushing it away.

I am now an avid pumpkin pie-lover, but I hated its creamy guts when I first tasted it six long years ago. I desperately tried to avoid it, but confrontations were inevitable, especially in a household that condemned picky eaters. Furthermore, I reasoned that there had to be some redeeming qualities in the gooey pastry when so many people liked it, and I would lament missing out on something potentially good. Eventually, pumpkin pie didn't taste so bad, although I was prideful and loathed to admit it. At last, I could deny no further that pumpkin pie was delicious; it was like the bliss of a mother with her newborn baby sleeping in her arms, the satisfaction of President Obama as he swaggers off-screen after announcing the death of Osama bin Laden, and the freshness of a newbie high-school teacher before succumbing to hordes of precocious teenagers. Looking back, I heave a sigh of relief that I had the resolve not to impose my prejudice on pumpkin pie, as I did with my grandfather, and avoided a far less fulfilling life without it.

My conviction to stay open-minded was put to the test when I encountered National History Day, an academic program in which students research a historical subject and compete against other students by presenting their projects to a panel of judges. At first, I thought it would be a waste of time. However, the regrets I felt when my grandfather passed away reminded me to be tolerant, so I decided to try it out. The work was tedious and stressful, but my completed project gave me satisfaction. Competition day came and brought a cultural tide of exhibits and plays about Legos, Queen Elizabeth, the freedom riders, Dorothea Dix, and many other pieces of history. The care and time invested in each of the projects were awe-inspiring, and I was glad that I had been flexible enough to accept NHD into my life.

Everyday brings new people to meet, ideas to ponder, and opportunities to seize. At Rice, I will continue to apply my conviction to keep an open mind so I won't miss out on anything.

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