Hi! I'm Kristen Pikaart. I am currently a second year undergraduate at the University of Michigan. Within the academic sphere, I am committed to cultural exchange and learning, and love hearing people's stories. In my free time, you can find me either in the gym practicing my Taekwondo or in the kitchen trying out new recipes!
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My standard turnaround time is 5 days.
Examples of a short essay include the UC PIQs as well as school-specific supplementals.
Examples of a long essay include the Common App personal statement as well as longer school-specific supplementals.
People may look at me when I bring two backpacks to school every day and think I am one of those try-hard students. They must think I have so many belongings that they cannot possibly fit into one regular school bag. Probably all of those AP classes and extracurricular activities taking up space, right? In truth, in the back seat of my car I carry the weight of not just my academics, but my home life as well. One bag for school, and one bag for my mom's house...or was it for my dad's house? What day is it again?
Throughout my life, I repeatedly hear about "the rule of three." The rule of three is the idea that we as humans look for patterns, and that the number three best satisfies this need. When I looked for this pattern in my own life, I found the number two surrounding me instead. I have two sisters who try to support me despite them not understanding me and my thought processes. I have two divorced, now single, parents who have greatly influenced my life both positively and negatively by resolving external conflicts but creating new internal ones. I am even reminded of the two lives that I could have lived: one as an Asian American, and one that is concealed in the mystery of a closed international adoption. And again, I feel the presence of the two backpacks literally weighing down my shoulders.
These observations compelled me to think deeply not just about my life, but about myself as a person. Who am I? Can I be defined by my life experiences? Or maybe my achievements define me? How about the characteristics of my personality - do they play a role in who I am? Once I think that I figured it out and I think I know the final answer, I find myself revisiting the same "Who am I?" question. I still don't know who I am, and it is an ongoing battle. Day after day, the battle wages on, but the small victories are what push me to strive forward. I find these in the quality time I spend with my family and closest friends, in the warming glow and refreshing coolness of the seasonal changes, and even in the stillness of the rain that encases me while I sit alone in my room listening to lo-fi music.
I know a day will come where I will be required to answer the grand question of "Who am I," but now is not the right time. It will not happen all at once like a wildfire, but more like a slow-burning candle. I have accepted and embraced this fact. I now know that the answer is constantly taking a new shape and evolving into what it is meant to be, and at the moment I am content with this. One day I will finally have the answer that I have been searching for, and when the time comes where I will be able to confidently answer "Who am I," I will be able to carry both backpacks with ease.
