Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story. Grandpa: How many children does Chinggis Khan have?  Doctor: Fifteen. Grandpa: Correct. What is the highest peak of Everest?  Doctor: 8849-meter  Grandpa: False. I played the all-knowing emergency doctor and my grandfather played the patient who urgently needed to know something instead of taking medicine when I was a child. As a university professor, my grandfather wanted to raise me as an educated person more than anything. To answer all his questions and feel the joy of helping him, I always kept my emergency mode on–ready to help others with my knowledge.  But when my grandfather passed away, my classmates became my new source of intellectually challenging questions. I couldn't turn off my emergency mode, as books were the only thing that could replace my grandfather's teachings about the world, science, and literature. I became addicted to reading, always eager to help my classmates with their homework or exams.  One day, my mother kicked me out of the house, worried about my overweight appearance. "Get out! Play with those kids! You're doing nothing but reading books all day!" she exclaimed. Not knowing what to do, I stumbled upon the only stadium in our province. As I stood there, waiting for the sunset, an athletic-looking boy approached me and asked, "We need one, wanna join?" I hesitantly agreed, despite my lack of experience in football. For the next 23 minutes, I struggled to keep up with the game, but by sheer luck, I passed the ball once. When my team won the game, I realized that I had helped my teammates, even if it was just through luck. That was the moment I understood that helping others wasn't just about reading books and being a "Human-Wikipedia". So, I turned on my emergency mode to become a good player and continue helping my teammates.  Since then, the soccer field became a part of me. I spent days doing homework, babysitting my sisters, and playing soccer. After sunset, when everyone went home, I would run for two hours. Every time I felt like giving up, I reminded myself, "only after one mile, you won't have to be a chubby boy again." After 289-days, I looked in the mirror and saw a boy with sharp cheekbones, sore hands, and big eyes.

CA Enkhbayar, Bilguun CEEB: Fall 2023 9 Out of the blue, we hit lockdown due to Covid-19. Without my football field, I fell back into my old habits and regained the weight I had worked so hard to lo

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