Field papers are customarily written in the context of seminars in History and approved by their instructors. The field paper may be a research paper, which is grounded in primary sources, or a historiographical review, which discusses secondary sources. Standards : The field paper is approximately twenty-pages in length and includes a title page at the front and a bibliography at the back. Papers must uphold professional norms especially as concerns originality, citations, and style and will have earned the grade of a "B" or better in an MA seminar in History at the College.
The paper should cite all its sources in either foot- or end- notes according to the style set forth in the most recent edition of the Chicago Manual of Style. The text of the paper should also uphold the stylistic guidelines of the CMOS, especially as regards grammar, punctuation, capitalization, and the italicization of titles. All texts should also be proofread and paginated before submission to the Department. Next was the value of family, coming up in essays, but often in the context of other issues, like the pandemic and race.
Racial justice and protest figured in essays. Burge, vice president for enrollment management at George Mason University. Family was not the only eternal verity to appear. Love came up in essays; science in ; art in ; music in ; and honor in Personal tragedy also loomed large, with 30 essays about cancer alone.
Some students resisted the lure of current events, and wrote quirky essays about captaining a fishing boat on Cape Cod or hosting dinner parties. A few wrote poetry. Perhaps surprisingly, politics and the election were not of great interest. Most students expect to hear where they were admitted by the end of March or beginning of April. Here are excerpts from a few of the essays, edited for length.
Nandini, a senior at the Seven Hills School in Cincinnati, took care of her father after he was hospitalized with Covid When he came home, my sister and I had to take care of him during the day while my mom went to work. It was an especially harrowing time in my life and my mental health suffered due to the amount of stress I was under. However, I think I grew emotionally and matured because of the experience.
My sister and I became more responsible as we took on more adult roles in the family. I grew even closer to my dad and learned how to bond with him in different ways, like using Netflix Party to watch movies together. Through her church in Des Moines, Grace, a senior at Roosevelt High School, began a correspondence with Alden, a man who was living in a nursing home and isolated by the pandemic. As our letters flew back and forth, I decided to take a chance and share my disgust about the treatment of people of color at the hands of police officers.
To my surprise, Alden responded with the same sentiments and shared his experience marching in the civil rights movement in the s. Here we were, two people generations apart, finding common ground around one of the most polarizing subjects in American history. When I arrived at my first Black Lives Matter protest this summer, I was greeted by the voices of singing protesters. The singing made me think of a younger Alden, stepping off the train at Union Station in Washington, D.
Grace has been admitted to Trinity University in San Antonio and is waiting to hear from others. Ahmed, who attends the American School of Kuwait, wrote of growing stronger through the death of his revered grandfather from Covid Fareed Al-Othman was a poet, journalist and, most importantly, my grandfather. But to me, he was, and continues to be, an inspiration. I understand the frustration people have with the restrictions, curfews, lockdowns and all of the tertiary effects of these things.
But I, personally, would go through it all a hundred times over just to have my grandfather back. Balancing the grief of his death, school and the upcoming college applications was a struggle; and my stress started to accumulate. Covid has taken a lot from me, but it has forced me to grow stronger and persevere. I know my grandfather would be disappointed if I had let myself use his death as an excuse to slack off.
Ahmed has been accepted by the University of California, Irvine, and the University of Miami and is waiting to hear from others. Mina, who lives in a shelter in San Joaquin County, Calif. Despite every day that I continue to face homelessness, I know that I have outlets for my pain and anguish.
After taking a gap year, Mina and her twin sister, Mirabell, have been accepted at the University of Maryland Eastern Shore and are waiting on others. Christine, a senior at Stuyvesant High School in New York, decided to break the isolation of the pandemic by writing letters to her friends. How often would my friends receive something in the mail that was not college mail, a bill, or something they ordered online? My goal was to make opening a letter an experience. I learned calligraphy and Spencerian script so it was as if an 18th-century maiden was writing to them from her parlor on a rainy day.
With every letter came a painting of something that I knew they liked: fandoms, animals, music, etc. I sprayed my favorite perfume on my signature on every letter because I read somewhere that women sprayed perfume on letters overseas to their partners in World War II; it made writing letters way more romantic even if it was just to my close friends.
And in the midst of my grief swallowing me from the inside out, I asked myself when I loved him most, and when I knew he loved me. I see him in bursts and flashes. A myriad of colors and experiences. Alexis has been accepted by the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and is waiting on others. I am a triple threat. Foreign, black, female. From the dirt roads and dust that covered the attire of my ancestors who worshiped the soil, I have sprouted new beginnings for generations.
Melanin mistaken as a felon, my existence is now a hashtag that trends as often as my rights, a facade at best, a lie in truth. I now know more names of dead blacks than I do the amendments of the Constitution. Ivy is going to Emory University in Atlanta on full scholarship and credits her essay with helping her get in. The isolation of the pandemic became worse when Mary Clare, a student at Sacred Heart Greenwich in Connecticut, realized that her mother had cancer.
My parents acted like everything was normal, but there were constant reminders of her diagnosis. It became real when she came downstairs one day without hair. No one said anything about the change. It just happened. And it hit me all over again.