Letter 2: Harvard Essays Make Me Cry

Don't mind me, I'm just looking up Harvard entrance essays for inspiration and they're making my cry. If all goes well, I'll put up what I wrote after reading some of those essays.

An excerpt:

'And that is what I remind myself - we are here to learn, and by extension, to teach, to help, to serve, and to live.' 

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