College Admissions Essay: My Passion For The Nobel Prize

My mom never misses the occasion to remind me of when, at the tender age of ten years old, I told her about my imminent victory of the Nobel Prize for Mathematics. The smile wandering on my mom’s lips was inevitable because of her awareness of the nonexistence of such a prize, however the realization of the impossibility of my goals, encouraged me to pursue with more determinacy all of my other prefixed objectives. Over time I might have lost the childish hubris that made me certain of being a future Nobel Prize winner, however, I still have the same compulsion to trascend expectations.

Throughout my early adolescence, my interest in math was matched by a fierce passion for science. Firstly, I started to grow bean plants on the windowsill next to my bed, and I decided to become a botanist, next, I received a microscope for kids and I was certain I would have cured all the illnesses of the world. Over time, I have explored

Admittedly, my devotion for the “love of wisdom” has not been immediate. In the beginning, the paradox of Zenon, to me, sounded as nothing more than the philippic of a man who had never observed his surroundings, and the myth of the cave of Plato was just a story invented to demonstrate the veracity of his own thoughts. However, with time and critical thinking I discovered a completely new meaning in the words of these two exceptional philosophers. The paradox of Zenon became, for me, the controversial abstract of the concept of dilated time in modern physics while the myth of Plato is a more sophisticated version of my favorite proverb “Never judge a book from its cover”. So far, philosophy has instructed me on how to use critical thinking and it has broadened my intellectual horizons not only in the humanities, but also on the scientific subjects that I love so