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| mezzir |
I'm a senior in high school and its almost getting down to crunch time and I need to write an essay for my application (three of the four schools i'm applying to use the CommonApp so i can re-use the essay three times) but I can't come up with anything good to write about.
The choices they give are:
Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
Discuss some issue of personal, local, national, or international concern and its importance to you.
Indicate a person who has had a significant influence on you, and describe that influence.
Describe a character in fiction, an historical figure, or a creative work (as in art, music, science, etc.) that has had an influence on you, and explain that influence.
Topic of your choice.
None
And naturally i lean towards topic of my choice..i just can't think of any. And please...if you're gonna just joke around at least include a suggestion in the post
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| Orbax |
here is mine :
As the glare from the street lights reflected off of the rippling stream meandering its way across the IHS parking lot, a young and foolish child stared disconsolately at the fast-disappearing ripples. "How like people, those raindrops are," I thought, "Crashing into the unknown, only to be swallowed up, leaving nothing but a quickly fading memory."
I was depressed a lot. Being bi-polar can be fun sometimes (approx 1/10 of the time). In highschool I had not yet learned how to deal with the depression that ran in my family. I was bouncing from idea to idea, looking at a seemingly infinite world around me, wondering, "How can one person make a difference?" I thought I had found the answer in computers. I ended up practically teaching my Technology Information Classes MCSE knowledge. I programmed in my spare time. I thought I would be like my brother, having a car and a house by the time I was 20.
Then I went to Europe during the summer, planning on some pretty wild times; which there were. The unexpected side to the whole thing was many a night staring at a cloudy Scottish sky thinking about my life. What I had done, where I was, where I was going. I realized that although my brother had STUFF, he did not have a whole lot of relationships. He frequently commented on the fact of his age being approximately half that of his co-workers. "Where would I meet people?" he asks, "I work all day, and am too tired to go out. Besides, I got mortgage payments, I cant spend my money on cover and some expensive low-quality beer."
Was this the life I wanted for myself? A mortgagee at 21, snatching at the dollar bills swirling around me? Heck NO, I thought, im goin to college, that should be fun! So I signed up for BCC. My first year and a half was not that much better than highschool, but I was meeting people and having fun, that's the point, right?
How wrong I was. I took some law classes because I love debating, and I thought that it would give me a chance to argue with people. I started off loving my teacher, he was funny, smart, and KNEW HIS STUFF. I grabbed my case book and didn't put it down for a couple of weeks. Every class I knew the case frontwards and backwards, and would usually show up the "expert" of the case (a week to study a case and present it would make you expert for the day). That was the first time I had gotten a higher GPA than 3.0, in fact, it was a 4.0, and I was working 35 hours a week at a job I hated. I was happier than I ever had been.
I began to understand how responsibility is the greatest thing in life, and being responsible towards yourself is the most important lesson you can learn. I then took some 25 credit loads because I wanted to go to Western with my friends (Obviously hadn't got the whole lesson yet). Got a 3.7. I thought it was all good. I would pre-law at Western, party a little, and then go to a law school somewhere.
Another night of reflection took place. I was going to toss away my transfer degree to prelaw at WESTERN when I wanted to do UW law?! I was only under grad for 2 more years! Law was going to be 3 and more important than my undergrad...Time to re-evaluate the reasoning. So my friends went up to Bellingham and got a house...I haven't even seen it yet. I haven't met with any of them for a month or so now, I made my decision. This is my chance to excel beyond what I ever thought possible for myself and go to the school that I had always respected and admired, but never thought I would get into.
So thats where I am today. Finishing my AA with a full point higher GPA with some pretty darn intense course loads thrown in to boot. I look forward to seeing the UW faculty in the winter, and continuing my upward trend of excellence.
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yeah, im in :)
I didnt spend a whole lot of time on it, but it worked |
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| Pheobius |
what you just described is very similiar to the selection process used by the SS in Nazi Germany :nervous:
It seems like they want to check that you have no anti-patriotic veiws, i'd say write what you actually think but the problem is that if they don't like it they won't let you in, thats even a problem in the UK let alone the US |
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| Perfect_Cheezit |
| quote: | Originally posted by Pheobius
what you just described is very similiar to the selection process used by the SS in Nazi Germany :nervous:
It seems like they want to check that you have no anti-patriotic veiws, i'd say write what you actually think but the problem is that if they don't like it they won't let you in, thats even a problem in the UK let alone the US |
didnt know the SS was still around in germany...
besides...if half the dumbasses i know got into college, i have my doubts that patriotic views are what they look for esp. when colleges like Carleton or Berkeley exist |
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| whiskers |
| quote: | Originally posted by Orbax
here is mine :
As the glare from the street lights reflected off of the rippling stream meandering its way across the IHS parking lot, a young and foolish child stared disconsolately at the fast-disappearing ripples. "How like people, those raindrops are," I thought, "Crashing into the unknown, only to be swallowed up, leaving nothing but a quickly fading memory."
I was depressed a lot. Being bi-polar can be fun sometimes (approx 1/10 of the time). In highschool I had not yet learned how to deal with the depression that ran in my family. I was bouncing from idea to idea, looking at a seemingly infinite world around me, wondering, "How can one person make a difference?" I thought I had found the answer in computers. I ended up practically teaching my Technology Information Classes MCSE knowledge. I programmed in my spare time. I thought I would be like my brother, having a car and a house by the time I was 20.
Then I went to Europe during the summer, planning on some pretty wild times; which there were. The unexpected side to the whole thing was many a night staring at a cloudy Scottish sky thinking about my life. What I had done, where I was, where I was going. I realized that although my brother had STUFF, he did not have a whole lot of relationships. He frequently commented on the fact of his age being approximately half that of his co-workers. "Where would I meet people?" he asks, "I work all day, and am too tired to go out. Besides, I got mortgage payments, I cant spend my money on cover and some expensive low-quality beer."
Was this the life I wanted for myself? A mortgagee at 21, snatching at the dollar bills swirling around me? Heck NO, I thought, im goin to college, that should be fun! So I signed up for BCC. My first year and a half was not that much better than highschool, but I was meeting people and having fun, that's the point, right?
How wrong I was. I took some law classes because I love debating, and I thought that it would give me a chance to argue with people. I started off loving my teacher, he was funny, smart, and KNEW HIS STUFF. I grabbed my case book and didn't put it down for a couple of weeks. Every class I knew the case frontwards and backwards, and would usually show up the "expert" of the case (a week to study a case and present it would make you expert for the day). That was the first time I had gotten a higher GPA than 3.0, in fact, it was a 4.0, and I was working 35 hours a week at a job I hated. I was happier than I ever had been.
I began to understand how responsibility is the greatest thing in life, and being responsible towards yourself is the most important lesson you can learn. I then took some 25 credit loads because I wanted to go to Western with my friends (Obviously hadn't got the whole lesson yet). Got a 3.7. I thought it was all good. I would pre-law at Western, party a little, and then go to a law school somewhere.
Another night of reflection took place. I was going to toss away my transfer degree to prelaw at WESTERN when I wanted to do UW law?! I was only under grad for 2 more years! Law was going to be 3 and more important than my undergrad...Time to re-evaluate the reasoning. So my friends went up to Bellingham and got a house...I haven't even seen it yet. I haven't met with any of them for a month or so now, I made my decision. This is my chance to excel beyond what I ever thought possible for myself and go to the school that I had always respected and admired, but never thought I would get into.
So thats where I am today. Finishing my AA with a full point higher GPA with some pretty darn intense course loads thrown in to boot. I look forward to seeing the UW faculty in the winter, and continuing my upward trend of excellence.
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yeah, im in :)
I didnt spend a whole lot of time on it, but it worked |
wtf?????? :nervous::nervous::nervous: |
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| Orbax |
| quote: | Originally posted by whiskers
wtf?????? :nervous::nervous::nervous: |
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3 AM.
I open my eyes. Its Christmas morning. No one is awake. I hear a rustle in the living room. "Who could it be?" I ponder to myself. "Could it be...Him?" "Could it be...SANTA?!"
I gather my strength and pull myself out of the mess that once was my bed. I slowly creep out too the living room.
That's when I saw him.
No it wasn't Santa. It was even a god dammed elf. It was my dad.
That .
He told me Santa existed.
I should have listened to Johnny at Church. He told us all that he wasn't real. But I believed. I believed in him. And now all of these beliefs were nothing but a load of hamster . you dad, you.
"I'll get my ing revenge." I think too myself.
I slowly walk back to my room, quieter then the quietest mouse. I didn't want to alert him.
I remembered about the glock that my friend Joey stole from his dad. We decided to hide it in my closet in case the boogie monster decided to come and try to eat us when we were playing. I retrieved the glock from the shoebox.
I walked out too the living room.
"Hello Dad."
"Huh?"
"Oh, hey! Uhhh...good mornin..hey, why don't you go back to bed?"
"No dad. I'm not going back to bed."
"You lied. You told me Santa was real."
"I'm just checking the presents for him...go back to bed son."
"No dad. You told me liars go to hell. And now, you have just purchased yourself a one way ticket there."
"What are you talking about? Go back to bed, now!"
That's when I pulled the trigger. You could hear the gunshots from down the street.
"Don't ing lie to me ever again."
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Well it's a start... |
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| mezzir |
aah...thank you
to clarify, i'm applying to college |
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| placebo |
| quote: | Originally posted by mezzir
aah...thank you
to clarify, i'm applying to college |
Just do what I did, and go to community college, yay! |
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| whiskers |
| quote: | Originally posted by mezzir
aah...thank you
to clarify, i'm applying to college |
dude, apply to umass, they don't care ;):D |
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| mezzir |
| quote: | Originally posted by whiskers
dude, apply to umass, they don't care ;):D |
well yeah, its tied for my #1 school
cause i'd probably like to go to wooster more, but its like 3 times as much, in ohio (i don't mind ohio actually, but its an hour away from anything noteworthy), and its a lot harder to get in
long story short, my main plan is to go to umass for a year or two, get my grades up, then transfer |
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