Applications are Opening!

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I know I’ve written about applying to UWC, but with applications opening tomorrow, I wanted to get a bit deeper into this topic. The written application is one of the longest that you’ll probably ever have to do – I believe it’s about six pages long, excluding things like parental permission and medical history.

The written application really helped me consolidate my own feelings about UWC.

The insightful questions let me know that if I was accepted, I would be going to a school where students are engaged and thoughtful about the world around them. It also gave me a chance to form some of my own opinions that I might not have thought too hard about before.

One question asked what I saw as the most pressing issue my region faced. I said the housing crisis, and listed some ways that I might combat it. During the interview, one of the alumni brought up my answer. He was an urban planner and wanted to discuss my solutions.

While writing your application, take your time. You have a few months. You’ve likely got people around you who are invested in your success, and happy to read over your answers and give you feedback. Use them! Ask them if you think this wording sounds ok, or if it displays the true extent of your knowledge/experience/interests.

Go back to it over time to write, rewrite, check, correct, and rewrite again.

And most of all, (I know this advice is given on every UWC blog, forum, and website, but it’s good advice) be yourself. If UWC is right for you, and you talk about the things that matter, you’ll do just fine.

As we head into this year’s application season, I’m excited for all the people who are just discovering UWC, who have dreamed of UWC for years, or are just doing it to support a friend. Good luck everyone! I hope I’ll see one of you at WK in 2020.

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