Featured Supplemental Essay Prompt For University of Georgia Applicants:

The college admissions process can create anxiety. In an attempt to make it less stressful, please tell us an interesting or amusing story about yourself from your high school years that you have not already shared in your application. 350 Word Maximum.

Successful Supplemental Essay Example From Our Accepted Alumni Student:

Rom Com—a term my mom loves to hold onto, unmistakable “parent” dialect, and something that means even more to my grandmother than just a nickname.

I’m not a romantic per se, but I sure have felt like I lived the comedy part these days.

I love my grandmother, affectionately referred to as “Gramma.” In my family, we handle the stark realities of my grandmother’s progressing dementia with some humor—it's what keeps us whole. Throughout her illness, she has gravitated toward acts of repetition that bring familiarity and security.

As part of her routine, Gramma incessantly makes cookies from premade dough and mows the lawn down to the dirt—and, in particular, she has been STUCK on two romantic comedies, Fools Rush In and Father of the Bride: Part 2 (And only Part 2).

Why these movies? Well, my family can only surmise that she loved them when she watched them with my mother back in the ‘90s.

Lately, we all take turns watching the same two movies on rotation with my grandmother (if only my friends could envision me watching Matthew Perry and Salma Hayek’s haphazard courtship).

This past summer, my turn for movie night came up while on a family vacation in Maine.

Gramma: “Luke, have you ever seen Fools Rush In?”

Me: “No, Gramma, I haven't seen it.”

Gramma: “It's a good one, and I haven't seen it in a while. Will you watch it with me tonight? That guy Matthew Perry is really funny.”

Me: “Of course. I love Rom Coms.”

By the way, she had watched it the night before. I resolved to a night “undercover”—no Old Orchard Beach or bonfire with my cousins. Instead, I popped some Orville Redenbacher for me and Gramma, pulled the knitted blanket over her knees, and studied her face as faint reminders of the past were punctuated with movie lines.

I watched her laugh at “somewhere between the tuna melt and your aunt’s tamales.” At that moment, as amusing as this must have looked, there was no place I would have rather been.