本科设计专业申请文书——艺术家的手

With my little hands curled around my number-two pencil, I proudly wrote my alphabet with both my left and right hands. My preschool teacher instructed me, "Lauren, you must choose one hand to write with like your other classmates." An only child and independent by nature, I could not fathom why my teacher insisted that I be uniform. To me, my hands presented a unique talent that should be put to use. Still, not being a rebellious child, I complied and began to debate between my two choices, right or left hand.

Following my strong desire for uniqueness, and disallowed from choosing to be ambidextrous, I chose to write with my left hand. I viewed my choice as a new start and an identity distinct from my peers. Already, my creative nature began to show, and I sought to use different tools to attempt something creative and distinct. Soon I discovered that while left-handedness was not original to me, my thought process and creative thinking were. The hands I so proudly saw as different became my tools to build true innovation.

From a young age, I could not deny my passion to create. My hands used a dull plastic needle to sew bizarre ensembles for my dolls. I cut and sculpted their hair to craft new identities that matched the unique personalities I envisioned for each doll. I also began to create an identity for myself, as I released the tight grasp on my mother’s hand the first day of kindergarten. My hands traveled with me through elementary school, locking with my friend’s hand as we ran through the playground, doodling on my spiral binder as my imagination wandered, and hesitantly lifting to answer a question in class.

In middle school, my hands rummaged through my closet daily to find an outfit to wear to school. I carefully selected a well thought-out outfit, knowing it represented a fashion statement, yet still walked self-consciously past my critical peers. Nightly, I scribbled down my thoughts and dreams in a journal covered by a decoupage of fashion magazine pictures. The content of the entries varied daily, from describing a new crush to my inconsistent feelings towards my classmates to the newest band I had discovered. Through it all, my dream of a future in fashion design remained constant.

Years later, I grabbed onto the doors of my new high school, which lacked any familiar faces and represented the beginning of yet another journey. During this excursion, I confidently began to define myself through different facets, most notably through the art I created with my busy hands. My hands developed the technique to transfuse my emotions into my art. My hands guided me through my academic classes, typing papers on the computer, writing out algebra formulas, and firmly raising themselves so that I could contribute to class discussions. Outside of the classroom, my hands embraced the sharp, silver needle and thread to create the usable art of clothing. The originality of each outfit I fabricate provides an immense pride whenever worn. Through my art I succeed in expressing what words cannot articulate.

Just as I wanted to be unique when I chose to write with my left hand, I will base future decisions on the same principle. Now, my hands approach the moment they will receive my hard-earned diploma as I walk confidently across the stage in front of my classmates. Picturing my graduation, I cannot help but gaze further into the future. With excitement, I envision myself not building a new life but adding on to what I have constructed thus far. These persistent and hard-working hands contain endless potential to become those of a sewing, sketching, tailoring, and ground-breaking fashion designer. Through fashion, I will have the power to create art to be worn. To prepare for my future, I intend to maintain active hands by drawing, painting, and writing in an institution that cultivates my academic and artistic pursuits. Next year, as I embark on the next stage of my life, I foresee my personal and intellectual development, as I now hold my number-two pencil in anticipation of my future at the university level.

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这是一篇非常有趣的描写个人成长经历的文章，虽然文章没有过多华丽的词藻，但却给人一种浑然天成的感觉，朴实、挚诚、纯真是这篇文章的主色调。作者按照个人的成长经历把文章分成了五个部分，分别是“幼儿园的我”，“小学时的我”，“初中时的我”，“高中时的我”还有“大学时的我”，这条明线把整篇文章贯穿起来，结构非常的清晰。文章中的一条暗线，也就是作者对双手的描写和刻画，也从侧面烘托出文章的脉络。“幼儿园的我”已经有一种追求与众不同的想法了，所以当同龄人都用右手写字的时候，我选择的是左手；“小学时的我”会用我那细小的双手帮家里的洋娃娃缝衣服和打造发型；“初中时的我”开始注重自己的衣着打扮，然后自己试着去阐释何为时尚，所以每晚我都会写下自己对当今时尚的理解；“高中时的我”当别的同学都在穿名牌衣服的时候，自己就尝试着设计具有自己风格的服装，并以此为荣。“大学时的我”是对我未来大学生活的憧憬，并表达了我想继续我的设计之路的梦想，这里也是文章感情升华的地方。

这是一篇申请本科设计类专业的文书，很明显这篇文章并没有描述作者的相关的学术背景，而是比较注重作者对于服装设计的热爱还有自己追求独特和创新的个性特征。这恰好也是本科申请所要求的，对于高中毕业的学生，缺乏的是相关的工作背景或学术背景，这些背景对于申请并不是必要的，而学校更多的是注重学生学习的潜力，而潜力的塑造可以通过对你的一些软性条件来传递，例如文中的是申请设计类的，那么就应以塑造一个创新的，独特的申请人形象。总的来说，这篇是一篇不错的文书，结构清晰、形象鲜明、目的明确。

译文：

艺术家的手

我的两只小手在一支2B铅笔上缠绕着，我自豪地用我的左右手在字母表上写着字。幼儿园的老师曾对我说过：“罗纹，你得像其他同学那样用一只手写字。”作为家里的独生子女而且天生的无拘无束，我真的搞不懂为什么老师总是坚持着要我和别人一样。对我来说，我的手是独一无二的，并且这个独特之处应该加以利用。但是为了不成为一个叛逆的小孩，我妥协了并在思维斗争中挣扎着，是用左手，还是右手呢？

为了追求独特和别人对我同时使用两只手写字的不允许，我决定选择用左手写字。我将它视为是一个新的开始和可以让我区别于同龄人的独特之处。不久之后，我的创作天分就充分地展现出来了并且我也尝试着使用不同的工具去创作一些与众不同的东西。但不久我发现虽然左撇子这个观念并不是源自于我，但我的思维过程还有创新的思想是。我自以为是与众不同的双手变成了我创新的工具。

小时候我就表现出浓厚的创作热情。我会为我的洋娃娃缝一些比较奇特的服装还有帮它们打造发型以匹配我幻想它们会成为的角色。同样当我第一次上幼儿园放开妈妈的手的时候，我也为我自己塑造了一个角色。我的双手陪我一起度过了我的小学时代，当时的我和朋友手拉手跑去操场，我在我的螺旋画板上任意地涂画着，然后举起来尝试像老师那样解答课题。

初中的时候，我每天都要在衣橱里找衣服穿，每次我都会很细心地挑选一套衣服因为我知道衣着打扮代表了我的品位，这样即使我走在我那些挑剔的同龄人面前我也能表现得非常有自信。每天晚上我都会把我对一些服装杂志的感觉还有我对未来服装潮流的遐想都写下来。每天我写的内容都不一样，从描述一种新的穿着潮流到我对同学们对新的服装牌子喜爱的看法。这一切都使我坚信自己会在服装设计的道路上一直走下去。

几年之后，我去了一所全新的高中，那里没有我熟悉的面孔，这就代表着这将是一个全新的旅程。在高中的几年里，我曾自信地通过各方各面来表现自己，但通常我都会通过我那忙碌的双手来表现。是我的双手把我的思绪注入到我的作品里面。我的手帮我完成了我的学业，帮我在键盘上写论文，在纸上写数学公式，甚至是课堂上举手来让我回答问题。在课堂外，我的手拿着锋利的银针还有线在编织着我的服装作品。当我的作品被穿出来的时候，这些衣服的原创性都无一不让我感到自豪。通过我的艺术作品，我成功地做到了让服装展现无法用言语来表达的内容。

就像以前我用左手写字来展现我独特之处一样，以后在我的服装设计道路之上也会坚持我这个原则－尽显独特之处。现在，当我自信地从同学们面前走过的时候，我的手一步步地从老师的手里接过我用汗水换来的毕业文凭。面临着毕业，我唯有展望未来。未来我想要的并不是一个全新的生活而是过好我为自己设计的每一天。这双坚持不懈的勤劳的双手内含无限的潜力，这是成为一名能缝纫、画图、裁缝和带领潮流的出色的设计师的潜力啊！通过时尚我有能力使人们所穿的变成艺术。为我的未来做准备，我打算进入一间大学的艺术学院来继续我对服装设计的追求，在那里我可以通过画画、着色还有写作来继续我的设计之梦。下一年，当我开始人生另一阶段的旅程时，我会展望将来我的个人水平和学术水平的提高，就像我现在拿起我的2B铅笔描绘我大学的蓝图一样。