被MIT麻省理工錄取的學生PS範文分享(中英雙語)

個(ge) 人陳述，英文是personal statement，是美國大學申請最重要的文書(shu) ，沒有之一。

個(ge) 人陳述在接受Common App申請的學校中尤其重要，對不接受Common App 申請的學校來說可能會(hui) 換一種麵目出現，譬如MIT申請文書(shu) 中最後（我認為(wei) 也是最重要的）一個(ge) 題目就是個(ge) 人陳述的變體(ti) ：

Tell us about the most significant challenge you’ve faced or something important that didn’t go according to plan. How did you manage the situation? (200-250 words)

講述一件你經曆過的最具挑戰性的事情，或者是非常重要的一件事情卻沒有按照預期計劃發展，你是怎樣應對的？（200-250字）

個(ge) 人陳述一般會(hui) 要求500字，MIT這個(ge) 題目要求的是250字，申請的時候丫丫隻好把寫(xie) 好的Common App主文書(shu) 也即個(ge) 人陳述縮寫(xie) 。個(ge) 人陳述的重要性在於(yu) 要能突出自己與(yu) 眾(zhong) 不同之處，有自己獨特的經曆，能因此上升到更高層麵的感悟，有感性也有理性，這個(ge) 算是丫丫個(ge) 人陳述的精彩之處。

還是直接看文章吧，下麵是直接的翻譯，原文跟在後麵。

▎中文翻譯版

躺在後座拉平後的「床」上，縮進毯子裏，我凝視著夜空，思緒遊移著，我在努力試著忘掉自己正身在何處 ——停在醫院急診室門外的我媽媽SUV後備箱裏。但是這種努力又實在是徒勞，我十歲的大腦實際上非常了解情況的嚴(yan) 重性，我能做的隻是盡量睜大眼睛凝視著車窗外，我最害怕的就是一旦睡著了，醒來我就沒有爸爸了。

2014年到2015年間，我曾經度過很多這樣睡在後車廂裏的夜晚。我的爸爸媽媽不想我目睹急診室裏的各種慘狀，還有第二天我還要上學，他們(men) 以為(wei) 睡在後車廂裏我就能休息得好一些。但他們(men) 的這種努力最終變成了徒勞，我的童年從(cong) 遊樂(le) 場裏的嬉耍很快變成陪爸爸在病床邊看書(shu) ，我目睹他寫(xie) 好遺書(shu) ，進入臨(lin) 終關(guan) 懷，然後失去所有的身體(ti) 機能，2015年3月18日，我對著他的遺體(ti) 告別，回到家裏後我能想到的唯一一句話就是：為(wei) 什麽(me) ？

那句俗語「任何事情的發生都是有原因的」變成了我的應對機製。我媽媽是一個(ge) 科學家，我爸爸是一名律師，我因此成了一個(ge) 理性主義(yi) 者，但是怎樣的邏輯又能解釋我父親(qin) 的早逝呢？我漸漸旳開始相信這是上帝的旨意在準備我成為(wei) 一個(ge) 醫學工作者，我目睹了癌症漸漸吞噬了我爸爸，我覺得這是用我經曆過的痛苦來幫助我成為(wei) 一個(ge) 傑出的醫生。現在回頭去想，這個(ge) 推理很不嚴(yan) 謹，悲痛一定是扭曲了我的思維，但在那時，這看起來是唯一合理的解釋。

找到了新的動力，我於(yu) 是開始計劃自己的未來，很快進入醫學院的夢想徹底地吞噬掉了我自己，我選了大把的STEM（理科）課程，高中一年級我就開始參與(yu) 大學的生物化學方麵的研究工作，我繼續規劃著我的未來：做醫院實習(xi) 生，但不幸的是，很多時候「計劃」的美妙之處就在於(yu) 它極少能夠完美地成為(wei) 現實。

高中三年級，我進入了一個(ge) 新的學校，注冊(ce) 了兩(liang) 門計算機課程，我開始經曆了從(cong) 未有過的把想法轉變成現實的滿足感，我享受著開始一個(ge) 新課題然後在編碼中克服種種困難的刺激，我突然意識到：我的激情在計算機科學上，這種感覺就像我活了16年就是為(wei) 了發現這一點似的。

我相信每件事情的發生都有其內(nei) 在的原因，我相信結構和最終目標，我已經為(wei) 成為(wei) 醫生做了種種準備，但好像一眨眼，過去的努力都失去了意義(yi) 。我努力試圖讓自己不要偏離最初的軌道，但是對計算機科學鋪天蓋地的激情又敦促我做出改變，我必須遵從(cong) 自己的內(nei) 心，於(yu) 是我變成了一個(ge) 藝術家，編碼器成了我的畫板，不論是JavaScript生成的卡通奶牛還是我最喜歡的日漫角色，我盡情擁抱著我個(ge) 性中的隨機一麵，我開始沉迷於(yu) 句法、遞歸算法、和持續不斷的紅色錯誤信息將我帶進數小時的程序調試之中。

2015年我爸爸去世的時候，我第一次開始用帶著一絲(si) 絕望的感覺來看這個(ge) 世界，我想努力去讓任何人不再經曆我失去他那天所感受的一切，於(yu) 是我讓自己相信我應該成為(wei) 一個(ge) 醫生。但是對計算機的激情教會(hui) 了成為(wei) 我自己個(ge) 體(ti) 的重要性，我一定要成為(wei) 我自己，不能是因為(wei) 那些發生在我身上的事情，而要源於(yu) 我自己想成為(wei) 的樣子，我知道我的爸爸一定也會(hui) 希望我追逐自己的夢想，我知道他一定為(wei) 我能走出困住我的SUV而自豪。

我終於(yu) 自由了。

▎原文

I melted into blankets in my makeshift bed and stared into the night sky. With my mind adrift, I tried to forget where I was - the cargo space of my mom’s SUV parked outside Sentara RMH Emergency Room. I could not forget. My 10-year-old brain understood the situation’s magnitude, which was why I refused to fall asleep. For as long as I could, I stared out the window. I was paralyzed by the thought that I might wake up fatherless if I closed my eyes.

From 2014 to 2015, I spent many nights sleeping in the SUV. My parents did not want me to see the traumatic events of the ER, and they thought there I could rest for school the next day. Despite their efforts, they could not shield me. My childhood went from running around the playground to reading books by my dad’s hospital bed. I watched him write his will, enter hospice, and lose the ability to function. On March 18th, 2015, I faced his dead body and said goodbye. Then I went home, and all I could think was, “why?”.

The phrase “everything happens for a reason” was my coping mechanism. My mother is a scientist, and my father was a lawyer, so I was raised to be a rationalist. However, what logic can justify my dad’s death? I started believing this was all God’s plan to prepare me for a future in medicine. I watched cancer slowly kill my father, and I thought I was supposed to use my pain to create good as a doctor. Looking back, my conclusion was not rational. The grief must have distorted my thinking because, at the time, it seemed the only logical explanation.

With newfound motivation, I planned my future. Quickly, my path to medical school consumed my identity. I drowned myself in STEM classes. I began undergraduate biochemistry research as a freshman. I continued to plan my future as I dreamed of hospital internships. Unfortunately, part of the beauty of plans is they rarely work out perfectly.

In my junior year, I entered a new school and signed up for two computer science classes. Where I experienced the unmatched satisfaction of taking an idea and making it a reality. I relished the thrill of starting new projects and overcoming problems in my code. I realized my true passion was computer science, and it felt like I spent the past 16 years finding my way.

I thought everything had a reason. I believed in structure and end-goals. I took many steps to prepare for a doctor career, yet it was like I blinked, and my past work lost meaning. I struggled to diverge from my plan, but my overflowing passion for computer science urged me towards change. I had to follow my heart. I became an artist, and the code editor was my canvas. Whether it was a JavaScript library that generates cartoon cows or a chatbot of my favorite anime character, I embraced the randomness of my personality, and code became my mode of self-expression. I am still entranced by lines of syntax, recursive algorithms, and even the persistent red error messages that fly me into hours of debugging.

When my father passed away in 2015, I looked at the world, for the first time, with a sense of hopelessness. I wanted to prevent anyone from feeling how I felt that day I lost him, so I believed I had to be a doctor. However, my passion for computer science helped me realize the importance of being my own individual. I have to be who I am, not because of something that happened to me, but because of who I want to be. I know my father would want me to follow my passion. I know he is proud of me for stepping outside the SUV. Proud of me for chasing my true dreams.

I am free.