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美国申请大学文书范文第一篇大学申请书中的申论题应该选择什么主题?以及事前该做什么准备?下列是几个我们认为非常重要、有用，并且能帮助您做决定的注意事项。1. 英文书写能力对大部分亚洲学生而言，每天说的、写的语言显然不会是英文。想当然尔，准备申请书最困难的部分也就是用英文写这些申论题。

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美国申请大学文书范文第一篇

大学申请书中的申论题应该选择什么主题?以及事前该做什么准备?下列是几个我们认为非常重要、有用，并且能帮助您做决定的注意事项。

1. 英文书写能力

对大部分亚洲学生而言，每天说的、写的语言显然不会是英文。想当然尔，准备申请书最困难的部分也就是用英文写这些申论题。所以，您必须事先做好万全准备，才能从容面对这个挑战。在动笔写申论题前，您必须先有二、三个月的时间做准备。这段时间内英文书报读得越多越好。特别注意这些文章的组织与架构，以及句子的结构。您一旦看到可以用来描述自己的单字，务必记得抄在另外准备的笔记本上，并且将其组句方式记下来。

在读过大量不同的英文文章以后，练习写一些描写自己的句子。一开始，先写二、三个简单描述自己的句子。这些句子的结构不必很复杂，只要用您习惯的结构就可以。再来，列出您的专长才能、兴趣，还有您喜欢的电影。简单写几个段落来描述一些对您有影响的人、事、物。在整个写作练习过程中，请专注在「什么人、什么事、什么东西」上，而不要太过注意细节。做这个练习的目的是让您以自己为主题，先熟悉写一些简单的英文句子，然后再慢慢进步到能用这些句子组成完整的段落。

几个月后，您可以累积很多描述自己的单字与句子了。万事起头难，但慢慢的，您就会发现自己进步很多。而所收集这些关于自己的英文信息，在正式写申论题的时候，就可以派上用场了。

请记住评审委员要求您这些申论题的用意。他们想藉由这些申论题来认识您本人。当然，他们绝对有能力检阅您的考试成绩和解读里头的数字。但是他们更希望能从申论题中了解您是什么样的人。所以藉由这些写作前的练习，您会逐渐熟悉要如何以英文来描述自己。

2. 选定主题

每篇送到评审委员的申论题都必须要有一个主题。有些学校会要求学生针对特定的问题作答;但有的学校可以让您任选主题。不管怎样，申论题的第一段必须要能清楚点出您的主题，而且整篇文章都必须根据这个主题发挥。

主题是一篇文章能不能吸引读者注意力的关键。如果没有主题，读者不但无从得知这篇申论题的目的，最糟的状况是他很快会觉得乏味。如此一来，要怎么强求您的读者有耐心地去探讨您这篇申论题的重点呢?

美国申请大学文书范文第二篇

I guess it was inevitable that I’d be on hockey skates at some point in my life, but I did not expect that I’d become one of a rare group of female ice hockey officials before I even reached high school. Being born into a family of hockey players and figure skaters, it seemed that my destiny had already been decided.

Right from the beginning, my two older brothers and my father strapped me up and threw me onto the ice. I loved it and, in my mind, I was on my way to becoming a female Gretzky! But my mom had to think of something fast to drag her little girl away from this sport of ruffians. Enter my first hot pink figure skating dress! That was all it took to launch fifteen years of competitive figure skating. Even though figure skating soon became my passion, I always had an unsatisfied yearning for ice hockey. It took a great deal of convincing from my parents that competitive figure skating and ice hockey didn’t mix. My compromise became refereeing ice hockey; little did I know that I was beginning an activity that would influence my character and who I am today. When I began, I would only work with my dad and brothers. Everyone was friendly and accepting because I had just started. I soon realized though that to get better I needed to start refereeing with people I wasn’t related to, and that’s when my experience drastically changed. An apologetic smile and an "I’m sorry" wasn’t going to

get me through games now. As I began officiating higher-level games and dealing with more arrogant coaches, I suddenly entered a new male-dominated world, a world I had never experienced before. My confidence was shot, and all I wanted to do was get through each game and be able to leave. Sometimes I was even too scared to skate along the teams’ benches because I would get upset by what the coaches would yell to me. "Do you have a hot date tonight, ref?" was a ty that coaches would spit at me during the course of a game. In their eyes, I did not belong on that ice, and they were going to do whatever they could do to make sure no women wanted to officiate their games. I was determined not to let them chase me off the ice.

I made the decision to stand up for myself. I never responded rudely to the coaches, but I did not let them walk all over me and destroy my confidence anymore. I started to act and feel more like the 4-year certified Atlantic District Official that I am. There were still a few situations that scared me. One time I called a penalty in a championship game during the third overtime and the team I penalized ended up losing because they got scored on. I knew I had made the right call, even though I was unnerved when I saw the losing teams’ parents waiting for me at my locker room; for the moment I wished I hadn’t called that penalty. Although it was scary at the time, I stood my ground and overcame my fears. That was an important

stepping-stone in my officiating career and in my life.

After four years of refereeing, I still can’t say it’s easy. Every game hands me something new and I never know what to expect. Now I have the confidence and preparation to deal with the unexpected, on and off the ice. I now also know to take everything with a grain of salt and not let it get to me. I have learned that life is just like being out on the ice; if I am prepared and act with confidence, I will be perceived as confident. These are the little lessons that I’m grateful to have learned as a woman referee.

Things to Notice About This Essay

1. The author tells an interesting story about her experiences as a referee.

2. A sense of her personality—determination, flexibility, good humor—comes through in the narration.

3. Details like "Do you have a hot date tonight, ref?" make the narration memorable (we’d love to hear more of these kinds of details).

4. The essay needs a faster start. The first paragraph (three sentences) says the same thing in both the first and third sentences—and gives away the essay’s surprise in the second! A good revision would all of paragraph one and start at paragraph two.

5. There’s too much frame here and not enough picture. The essay needs further development, especially about the difficulties of

becoming and being a ref, to keep it vivid.

6. The author should "dwell" in the meaning of the experience a little more at the end—"I wonder about…I also think…Sometimes I believe…." Significant experiences like this one, woven through many years of the author’s life, don’t mean just one thing—there are more insights and lessons to explore here.

美国申请大学文书范文第三篇

A Home Destroyed

I was seven years old when I saw the ocean for the first time. My grandmother had invited me to visit her near Okinawa, Japan. I will never forget that encounter—the intense sun, the endless horizon, the infinite shades of blue that dissolved any boundary between sky and waves. And most of all, the secret of the water. Swimming in those waters was like diving into a kaleidoscope, deceptively plain on the outside, but a show of colors on the inside, waiting to dazzle me, mesmerize me. Those colors! Coral reefs—pink, green, red, purple—covered the seafloor; streaks of sunlight illuminated them, the swaying water creating a dance of hues. And weaving in and out of the contours of coral swam brilliant fish that synchronized every movement with the water, creating one body, one living entity. I longed to join and flow with them to the music of the waves; that’s where I felt I belonged. And leaving was like parting home, not going home.

Five years later, I returned. At first, all seemed to match my memory: the crystalline waters and that open horizon with the sun daring to come closer to Earth. But the second I dove in, I knew my home had vanished?white. That’s all I could see around me: bone-white death. I couldn’t accept it. I kept swimming farther out, hoping to catch even the smallest hint of color. But there was no sign of that brilliant garden I remembered, just fragments of bleached coral. It was like looking down onto the aftermath of a war: a bombed city, with only the crumbles of cement to testify for the great buildings that once stood. But who was the culprit behind this egregious attack?

Though at the age of twelve, I couldn’t even begin to guess, I now know the answer is us. Humans are an impressive species: we have traveled to every continent, adapted to countless environments, and innovated to create

comfortable means of living. But in the process, we have stolen the colors from nature all around the globe, just as we did that coral reef. Our trail of white has penetrated the forests, the oceans, the grasslands, and spread like a wild disease. I, too, have left a white footprint, so I have a responsibility to right

these wrongs, to repaint those colors, and to preserve the ones that remain. Some question why I should care. The answer is simple: this planet is my home, my birthplace. And that, in and of itself, is an inseparable bond and a timeless connection. Nature has allowed me my life, so I have no right to deny its life. As Jane Goodall once said, "If we kill off the wild, then we are killing a part of our souls." This is my soul—our soul. I know that I alone cannot protect this soul, so I will not make a promise that I cannot fulfill. But this promise I will make: I will do what I can do.