Personal Narrative: The Unfortunate Event Of Death At Rice University

The unfortunate event of death in my family brought me to the campus of Rice University. In eighth grade, my uncle, who lived in Houston, passed away in March 2014. While in town for the memorial service, my parents decided to show my older sister and me around the city and visit Rice, since it was an academically challenging school. Just stepping on campus captivated me. It was bright, open, and welcoming.

While the information session we attended was more for the benefit of my sister, I learned so much about the experience Rice offers students. After meeting the assistant admission director at the time, Lee Drummond, and hearing her enthusiasm about Rice, I knew I had to apply. Rice offers what I need to succeed in school and prepare for

a career in medical research, from the involved faculty advisors to the university’s connection to Texas Medical Center.
I also value how Rice is located in the city and allows students to engage with Houston. Students can get to know the city better through experiential learning, volunteering or just going off campus to eat. Additionally, Rice has similarities to my current school. Attending Rice would allow me to continue having an honor code and small class environments.
The weekly emails from Rice keep my attention by informing me about achievements of the students. The accomplishments of these students motivated me to learn even more about Rice and eventually apply to join the ranks of the owls.