New York University Stern School of Business Business School Application Essays

Most people would say that walking backwards through life would make no sense, and in most cases I would agree. When I dance tango, however, walking backwards not only makes complete sense but also feels like the best way to get to where I want to...

He had a complete poker face when I asked for $250,000. This man was on the panel of investors to whom I presented my entrepreneurial venture as part of a scenario analysis project during The Fullbridge Program, a rigorous business boot camp for...

Above the clouds, on the peak of the mountain, I stand, overlooking the vast silhouette of slopes and trees, contemplating the infinite possibilities of routes to take.

I watch other skiers play “follow the leader” down the groomed trails,...

I sat quietly at my desk on the morning of September 4th, 2005, steeling myself for my first day of second grade. Thus far, I had managed to deflect my classmates’ earnest conversation attempts, and my seeming indifference made them wonder about...

They stand idly in rectangular packages, dull and ashy underneath the fluorescent lights of the neighbourhood shop. No one else would buy them but I do. When I am prepared to embark upon an artistic project, I unveil my unlikely tools. I begin...

The sound of the bullet pierced the air like a 'banger' set off on Independence Day. From my bedroom window, I saw mother slump to the ground. My leaden lips trapped my scream within me. Why did nobody rush to her side? Where was Friday, our...