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									Candidate: Jerome Biroo

April 22, 2010

Dear Prefect Selection Panel,

    For almost six years, I admit I had no direction or purpose. For nearly six years, I searched for what
it meant to be an Andrean, but found myself entirely lost. Ultimately, unlike the hundreds of inspiring
stories that have been written on countless cover letters such as these, my introduction to St. Andrew’s
College was never filled with the usual story of inspiration or reverence. In all honesty, when I first
passed through the wrought-iron gates of St. Andrew’s, the prospect of attending an all-boys, private
school where boys wore skirts called kilts or donned red scarlets, was the last thing I wanted for myself
at ten years of age. Frankly, I wasn’t aware of the legacy I was soon to be a part of. I wasn’t aware of
the sacrifices hundreds of old boys had made through two World Wars and a Great Depression in order
to keep this school alive. To me, St. Andrew’s College was just another school my parents wanted me
to gain acceptance to. All the times I had gone to tutoring sessions after school, poured over textbooks,
and written my application to earn a place here, were not exactly the most enjoyable moments of my
immature, ten year old life.

    Yet, despite all my complaints and hesitations, what I could have never known was the moment my
mother handed me my St. Andrew’s acceptance letter, was the last time I would see her before she was
departed this earth in an ambulance. Moreover, I never knew that the moment my father walked with
me as I entered this new school, marked the beginning of an unbreakable bond between me and my last
living parent. Regardless of how unaware I was of the truth, the reality was that both my mother and
father had sacrificed much for me. For one, my mother knew that after all the hopes she had for my
first day of Middle School, she would never live to see me enter my first classroom. For my father, his
hopes that I might experience St. Andrew’s College became so great that it overcame above the grief
of losing a spouse or the insecurity of working two jobs. While both my parents knew there would be
times when they wouldn’t see me wear the cross of St. Andrews or sing at my first Carol Service, they
dedicated themselves to my St. Andrew’s journey nonetheless. It was this selflessness that made me
ask myself what it meant to spend so much time, and put so much effort into something that you may
never personally benefit from. Eventually, it was at the very school I once dreaded, that I would find
the answer to question.

    As I write this cover letter six years later, I realize that it was this example of sacrifice
-- first embodied by my mother and father-- that was fundamental to the Andrean ideal I had tried to
understand. As I led the Community Service Council to feed the homeless, expressed my feelings
within the pages of a book, or motivated the youngest cadets to embrace a tradition of discipline, I had
begun to understand what it meant to be a part of brotherhood. Although I couldn’t have known it as a
grade six boy, it was this insistence on serving a cause greater than oneself that defined the true
character of the Andrean I aspired to be. For nearly one hundred and eleven years, this institution has
sought to mold men of character that have left an eternal impact on their community. Indeed, I have
come to realize that after all the effort poured into me by my teachers, the encouragement given to me
by my peers, and the sacrifice made for me by my family, I owe a tremendous debt to the Andrean
community. Now that I enter my final year at St. Andrew’s College, it is time that I repay this debt.
Finally, I have heard my calling to serve this community that has already given me so much. Now,
after six years of searching in the darkness, I have been shown the light of selflessness that remains the
lifeblood of the Andrean brotherhood of which I am proud to be a part
Sincerely yours,

Jerome Biroo

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