了解MIT申请模式的同学都知道，MIT申请不通过CA系统，而是有自己的申请平台。

所以大家在写文书的时候可以重复利用Common App的个人陈述素材。但独立的申请系统也意味着，麻省理工的文书既是个人陈述，又是补充文书。

在仅有4.1%录取*的情况下，如何回答文书的问题对录取结果至关重要。

 MIT文书题目解析 

MIT的招生官认为，与其要求申请者写一篇长长的文书，他们更愿意设计几个简短的问题，这样更能通过多维度去了解一个真实的申请者。

今年MIT一共给申请者设计了六道简短的题目，每篇要求的篇幅都不长，基本都在250字以内，有一篇甚至只有100字的字数限制。

让我们一起看看今年 MIT 的文书问题吧：

MIT的5个小问题，主要围绕着申请者的成长轨迹、过往经历、处理问题的方式展开，是这样的：

*题

描述一下你的生长环境，可以是你的家庭、俱乐部、学校、社区、城市或城镇。这样的环境如何塑造你的梦想与抱负呢？（不超过250字）

解析：

这道题的回答方向非常开放。MIT提出这个问题是为了了解你是如何适应你的环境以及这个环境如何塑造你个人的。可以*先考虑您的梦想和抱负，你希望在你的一生中取得什么成就？  

接下来，反思你周围的环境（你的成长经历、你的邻居、你的学校等）并评估这种环境如何影响你的个性。

第二题

和我们谈谈 MIT 哪个领域对你*有吸引力？（不超过100字）

解析：

这道题的本质是在问Why school？Why major？详细回答出这个该领域为什么吸引你，麻省理工提供的项目如何能帮助你在该领域获得成就是非常重要的。

第三题

描述一次你真正因为喜欢而去参加的活动。（200-250字）

解析：

*先，需要注意的是这里要求描述的是纯粹为了乐趣而做的事情。如果你是学校篮球队的队长，在前面的申请材料中已经提及到作为队长的经历，那就不要再写篮球（即使你在校外打球是为了消遣）。

MIT想了解的是，他们在你的申请材料中还未了解的部分，也就是你学术和课外职责之外的东西。本质上，MIT是在问你：“你在空闲时间做什么？”

回答这个问题的一个好方法是描写一个简短的轶事来表达自己的热情。比如，描述自己在空余时间做的一件与众不同和令人印象深刻的事情。

第四题

描述你为社会做出贡献的一种方式，无论是在家庭、同学间或邻里间，等等。（200-250字）

解析：

对于这个问题，MIT希望通过看到你为了帮助周围的人而采取的策略来了解你无私的一面。

无论事情的大小，想想你对一个或多个人产生积*影响的事情。也许你有在红十字会或当地养老院做志愿者的经历。或者，你可能在学校成立了一个俱乐部，*是为有需要的儿童提供教育。无论原因是什么，都要向招生官展示你的善良和愿意为你的社区带来改变的意愿。

第五题

告诉我们你曾经历过的*严峻的挑战或是不按计划进行的事项。你是如何处理这样的情况呢？（200-250字）

解析：

虽然这个问题里，似乎提供了两种选择，但本质上都是讨论克服挑战。

无论是个人生活中的斗争还是你在学校面临的挑战，MIT都想知道你如何处理困难的情况以及你从这些经历中学到了什么。

你可以构建一个经历了具有挑战性的情况，以及你在思考过程的轶事。在回答时，*先简要描述自己的挑战，再回答挑战的意义。再详细描述解决困难而采取的步骤，以及如何实现。*后再描述这件事的结果和自己的成长。

这个问题大家*常犯的错误是过分关注挑战，而不是自己的思维过程、情绪和成长。

需要特别注意的是，第六道题出现的位置不是太显眼，不注意审视文书要求的同学可能会漏掉噢，要求如下：

这是道开放性试题，让你描述除去上述 5 道题涉及的方面，还有什么关于你的信息是值得分享给学校的。

 MIT招生官*看重的一点：真实 

阅读学校官方给的范文，是动笔前需要做的重要事项之一，这不仅能了解招生官的偏好，或许也能赋予你一些灵感。

为了让申请者们对MIT文书创作有更深刻的认识，MIT的招生官们自己*先上场，选择第3个问题，给申请者们“打样”，让我们看看招生官们写的文书：

 Alessandra 

Every summer I receive a visit from a person I’ve never met, a person who technically doesn’t exist. Let me explain. When I took AP Literature (many moons ago) I encountered Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie for the first time. I fell in love with Adichie’s detailed, perceptive prose, her humor, and most of all, Ifemelu—the confident, witty, blog-writing main character. The story follows Ifemelu as she grows up in Lagos, Nigeria and immigrates to the United States for university, eventually becoming a successful writer and moving back to Nigeria to rediscover home. It’s a coming-of-age tale, a love story, and a record of how we all evolve based on social context and age. I reread this book every June, and each time, something new resonates with me—the nerve-wracking freedom of moving to a new city, the overwhelming rush of first love, the difficulty of reconciling one’s childhood self with an emerging adult self. Rereading the book has become a means to measure how I’ve grown as a person—similar to how I marked my height in pencil on my doorframe each year as a kid. By now Ifemelu feels like a friend, and the week I spend with her each summer feels like a highly-anticipated visit during which I remember all the reasons I connected to her in the first place and discover new axes of connection (and new parts of myself). Back to reading now—Ifemelu’s only here for a few more days (246 more pages).

 Ameer 

One word. Dance. I will dance anywhere at any time. Whether it’s at a party, a supermarket in line, my room at 3am, or even at work during selection committee (ask Kellen, he’ll vouch this), I absolutely love dancing. It’s one of the purest, most authentic ways for me to express my emotions. There’s just something about finding the rhythm in a song, and absolutely crushing the beat with movement that’s insatiable. Hip hop, afro beats, soca, bachata, dembow, kizomba, swing, I love so many different styles of dance. I come from a family of dancers, so I suppose it’s a bit of a hereditary trait. Regardless, I can guarantee you that if you see me on campus, at some point you will catch me subtly hitting a woah, woo walking across the street, or dougie-ing in line at Dunkin Donuts. Dance and pleasure go hand in hand for me, and it’s what I go to most often for fun.

 Ariel 

I glide out on the ice in the 10-degree Vermont winter morning. I can see my breath and my fingers are already starting to go numb, but I have the biggest smile on my face. It’s the best weekend of the year—the Vermont Pond Hockey Championship. I’ve been playing hockey since I was about 4 years old; one of the very few skaters with a pony-tail sticking out of their helmet. Since then, I’ve developed friendships that have lasted well into my adult life, created memories I’ll never forget, and learned a lot about what it means to be a part of a team. This annual weekend in Vermont is the culmination of that—a chance to hang out with my best friends playing a sport that has given me so much. The joy isn’t always calculated by our win/loss record (like the year we went 0-4…ouch) but by the laughs we have and the minutes spent together. Being on the ice is an escape for me: there’s no school work, work, or personal commitments on my mind. It’s just me and the game, and the only thing on my mind is what the optimal position is to defend the net. Every time I’m on the ice I try to skate to my best ability, knowing that my hard work benefits everyone on the team and even if we lose, we’ve done our best. But I’ll be honest…it definitely feels better to win!

 Carlos 

As I’ve grown older my interests have evolved and changed with every new fad and craze. I am what you call a “marketer’s dream”, who buys trinkets at the check-out line. From pop music, anime, cargo shorts, bowl cuts, and playing basketball at my local park, to scholarly research, work, and trying to fit a workout into my daily routine, one thing has remained constant since my childhood. While I still jam out to the top songs of the 1990s and 2000s on a weekly basis, I have never been able to say bye, bye, bye to that mouse-like critter with yellow fur, pointy ears, and red circular spots. From collecting cards, watching Ash Ketchum continually lose in big tournaments, and spending thousands of hours on their video games, Pokémon has always managed to keep my interest in one way or another since its 1996 debut. These days, you can find me out on runs and long walks while playing Pokémon Go on my way to catching them all, or on my Nintendo Switch trying to become the next Pokémon master. Now in my 30s, I get to share my love for Pokémon with my nieces who have jumped on the poke-express with open arms. At least they know what to expect to get for their birthdays and Christmas. It’s amazing to see how Pokémon has been able to captivate audiences of all ages for so many years, which is perfect for someone who is a kid at heart.

 Danielle 

When I was recruited to do this post my first thought was, what is fun? Everyone characterizes it differently. A great example of this is SpongeBob’s idea of fun vs. Plankton’s idea of fun.*

*I mean, SpongeBob is iconic and if you haven’t applied SOME lesson from SpongeBob to your life—you’re doing it wrong.

Aside from learning life lessons through watching episodes of SpongeBob, having fun means to reach complete serenity. Activities that take my mind away from work, the news, media, etc. are things I have fun doing.

If I had to choose one that I’m loving at the moment…I’d choose walking on trails. In the Boston area, there are plenty of trails and parks to walk through on a nice day. Now, I’m not a hiker—I don’t do this on a consistent basis but it’s the perfect getaway for me.

One of my favorite trails overlooks the Neponset River. You can find people roller skating, biking, skateboarding, running or walking and taking in the scenery. I actually found this trail through one of our colleagues, Bintou (thanks Bintou!). It’s been a go-to spot whenever I need a breath of fresh air.

  Julia 

149 West Market St in Newark, New Jersey holds a secret gem. While Google will tell you this is the home of the local T-Mobile, I knew this as the best place to buy jewelry. In front of T-Mobile was a local vendor who sold the best fashion jewelry I know. Even when I moved out of state and went back to visit family, I always made sure I had time to find his stand. However, when I needed him most he vanished. I tried to find alternate earring vendors but they were more costly and not as stylishly captivating. Naturally, I would lose an earring here and there, so my collection continued to dwindle. At this point, I had no choice but to start learning how to make my own earrings. Part of the fun in learning to make my own earrings is that I get to express myself and my passions. One passion that I have is in sustainability. For one project, I decided to use a couple of old ripped jeans. With these jeans I made a large flower-esque pair of earrings. When I look around, all I see is inspiration for my next earring creation. So far, I have made earrings using Christmas ornaments, the book-bind of an old journal, extra braiding hair, and I even used the faux-fur pom-pom that attaches to purses. Being able to enhance my expressive style through my own earring creations has been one of my favorite pastimes.

 Kellen 

All right, so let me set the scene. It’s like 3 am on some random Saturday during my junior year of college and I just bought two cheeseburgers from a local gas station called Sheetz (it was a thing that we did, no further questions). I came back to my dorm room, sat on the couch, and turned the TV to Cartoon Network. An episode of a show called Lupin the 3rd had just started, and everything just seemed to fall into place. I don’t think I’ve ever been that content in my life. Needless to say, I was hooked. Now, this wasn’t the first time I watched anime by any means. I grew up on Dragon Ball Z and watched a decent amount of Toonami in middle and high school. But, that was probably the moment I realized that this was my wave. From there, Adult Swim’s anime block became my nightly ritual. From Fullmetal Alchemist to Samurai Champloo, to Cowboy Bebop and Paranoia Agent, the time I would have normally dedicated to sleeping or homework, transitioned to strictly anime and homework (rip sleep). As time went on and graduation passed by, my friends all grew out of their anime phase, but I didn’t. I even wrote a blog about how binging Naruto at a nursing home got me through what could have been a really depressing part of my life. So, yea. Anime. That’s a thing I like. Now excuse me while I catch up on Tokyo Revengers.

 Kris 

I applied to only one college my senior year of high school. It was an art school and I wanted to go there because someone told me once that if I just focused on what I liked to do for fun, I’d always be able to find a job. I liked making art. I took oil painting lessons and painted a still life that still hangs in my grandparent’s house. I taught myself how to draw with charcoal and colored pencils. That summer, in order to put together a portfolio that would serve as my application, I would lug a big pad of paper and sit on top of the cars in the junk yard and draw them. I drew boulders in the quarry in my town with colored pencil. I opened the door of my closet and drew all the shoes on the floor. I drew the edge of my unmade bed. Once I got accepted, it turned out I didn’t like drawing or painting much anymore. Instead, I made super 8 films and wrote poems. But my friends and I had the most fun hosting dinner parties in our Brighton apartment. We’d make big trays of chicken enchiladas and homemade guacamole, we’d decorate and light candles, and pick out the perfect music soundtracks. Because we were art-school kids, these parties were visual and creative. To this day, I still have the most fun using my artistic skills to entertain friends and family, to garden, and to cook.

 Molly 

In the heart of the Black Hills National Forest, South Dakota you will find a winding gravel road full of potholes that, if you’re not careful, will take the front end off your car. Cell phone reception drops immediately leaving you completely unplugged from the modern world.

A secret place awaits you there. A place where you step back in time to when people lived quieter, slower-paced lives. There, nestled back against Aspen and Pine trees sits a small, green cabin with a tin roof, an outhouse, a screened-in porch, and a babbling creek directly across the road. Electricity and running water don’t exist here. Oil lanterns and a big pot belly stove are your only sources of light and warmth. Water comes from hauling buckets from the creek and cooking is done on an original wood burning cookstove with cast iron skillets. When it rains, the water’s percussion against the tin roof instantly puts you to sleep. The swing on the porch invites voracious readers. We play board games, hike, go swimming, and sit on the porch listening to coyotes as the sun sets over the canyon.

This is my paradise, my favorite place on earth. This is where I unplug from the stresses of life and briefly forget my adulting responsibilities. The little green cabin in the middle of the forest is where I recharge, reset, and get back to the core of who I am and who I want to be.

 Petey 

I like to lift heavy things. For about 8 years now, I’ve been following a powerlifting program roughly similar to the publicly available StrongLifts 5×5. What I like about lifting heavy things is that it is a combination of technical and creative, intense and enduring, and that it is both emotionally and physically exhausting. I feel more calmer, focused, and more levelheaded after lifting. I like that there is measurable progression: if you can lift more weight, or the same weight at more sets/reps, and even if I’m stalled in other parts of my personal or professional life, here I can (usually) move forward. As the essayist Alyssa Keiko wrote, “it never gets easier, you just get stronger.” Plus, I can easily pick up my mom and swing her around like a baby now, and she smiles and laughs, and that makes me happy.

从上面的范文中，我们可以看出MIT招生官很看重的一个点就是：展现*真实的自己。

如何打破传统，寻找符合自己的经历的角度回答这些问题，是每一位申请者都需要认真思考的问题。

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