Hometown: Newnan, Georgia, USA

High School: Public school, 597 students in graduating class

Ethnicity: Asian

Gender: Female

GPA: 4.0 out of 4.0

SAT: Reading 800, Math 800, Writing 800

ACT: n/a

SAT Subject Tests Taken: U.S. History, Literature

Extracurriculars: Varsity Academic Bowl cocaptain; varsity lacrosse four year letterman, Chess Club president; Distinguished Young Women of Georgia 2014; Distinguished Young Women of Coweta County; Centre Strings Orchestra, first violin

Awards: U.S. Presidential Scholars semifinalist, National Merit Scholar, National AP Scholar, Outstanding Georgia Citizen, Georgia Region 3B STAR Student

Major: Philosophy and Government

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I was in 9th grade the first time I stumbled upon a copy of Newsweek. What caught my eye was its trademark title: white type, red highlight, a connotation that stories of great consequence lay beneath. Such bold lettering gave me a moment’s pause, and I was prompted to leaf through its glossy pages.

To my surprise, I was instantly hooked.

A new world unfolded before me. Biting social commentary. World conflicts that weren’t dumbed down. Piquant reviews of best-selling books, controversial exposés of political figures, tantalizing tidbits on pop culture, full-page spreads of photographs.

And the prose was elegant, sharp, mesmerizing. It radiated sophistication and IQ. As I scanned the credentials of the authors, my only thought was, wow. The articles were written by worldly, ambitious people who were experts in their fields, people with PhDs and MBAs from world-class institutions, people who could write brilliantly, who got paid to give their opinions, who walked with a purpose and ran in the direction of their dreams. People I knew—then and there—I’d like to one day become.

This is what education looks like, I told myself. I was young, I was impressionable. Like a child standing on the outside of a candy store, nose pressed against the glass, I hungered to be a part of that cerebral adult world. So I read that magazine from cover to cover. Twice. And with each turn of the page I felt my small-town naïveté break into smaller and smaller pieces. I remember that day as an incredibly humbling experience. I had an awkward, self-conscious epiphany: that I actually knew next to nothing about the world. There I was, cream of the crop of my middle school, fourteen years of “smart” outwitted by a thin volume of paper. I was used to feeling gifted, to getting gold stickers and good grades, to acing every elementary examination placed in front of my cocky #2 pencil.

I wasn’t used to feeling like I’d been living in the Dark Ages.

At the same time, however, I struggled with another realization, one that was difficult for me to define. I felt . . . liberated. I felt as though I had taken a breath of fresh air and found it to be bracing and delicious, like it was the first breath I’d ever taken, and I’d never known that air was so sweet.

Talk about a paradigm shift: somehow, reading Newsweek had rekindled my natural intellectual curiosity; it had, briefly, filled a hole in my soul that I didn’t know existed.

It had also sparked something within me—a hint of defiance, a refusal to accept complacency. One taste of forbidden fruit, and I knew I could never go back.

Although reading a news magazine seemed like a nonevent at the time, in retrospect it was one of the defining moments of my adolescence. That seemingly unextraordinary day set a lot of subsequent days in motion—days when I would push my limitations, jump a little higher, venture out of my comfort zone and into unfamiliar territory, days when I would fail over and over again only to succeed when I least expected it, days when I would build my dreams from scratch, watch them fall down, then build them back up again, and before I knew it, the days bled into years, and this was my life.

At 14, I’d caught a glimpse of where the bar was set. It always seemed astronomically high . . . until it became just out of my grasp. Sadly, Newsweek magazine went out of print on January 1, 2013. Odd as it may sound, I’ll always be indebted to an out-of-print magazine for helping me become the person I am today.

REVIEW

Yehong’s strongest skill here is her powerful language and poetic use of metaphors. One of the highlights of the essay is her description of how reading Newsweek humbled her, remarking that she was used to feeling “gifted” but now felt like she had been living in the Dark Ages. Her answer of the prompt is spot-on, truly expressing precisely how the experience marked a transition from childhood to adulthood.

Yehong could have elaborated on why being interested in News- week was such a surprise for her. She also could have chosen a more reflective and thoughtful conclusion to end an otherwise very strong piece of writing. There is definitely an irony between what was at the time an “out-of-print magazine” and her “natural intellectual curiosity” that could have been teased out further.

From 50 Successful Harvard Application Essays, 5th Edition edited by the Staff of the Harvard Crimson. Copyright (c) 2017 by the authors and reprinted by permission of St. Martin's Publishing Group.