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Trying to reach the stars one year into my Journey in the US...should I not? [9]
I was told by many friends and teachers that Princeton(NJ) isn't out of my league and that I could actually make it since they might be interested in the fact that I speak 5 languages (English being the third) and my good grades for my senior (and first) year in the US are way above average.
I have been looking into it and it looks like I have less chance of being accepted there than winning the lottery, so I thought I might ask for the opinion of experts here on this forum.
This is the writing supplement required by them along with the personal essay I already submitted a couple of weeks ago.
I tried to keep the actual culture I am talking about a mystery till the very end, hoping that this will show some creativity and willingness to risk.
P.S.
I noticed that the prompt asks for the side of our culture that has been meaningful in our lives, without saying rather that has to be good or bad, so I really highlighted the bad aspects of the culture explaining that that's what made me move to the US (the meaningful impact the culture has had on our lives)
"Culture is what presents us with the kinds of valuable things that can fill a life. And insofar as we can recognize the value in those things and make them part of our lives, our lives are meaningful." Gideon Rosen, Stuart Professor of Philosophy and director of the Behrman Undergraduate Society of Fellows, Princeton University.Who am I?
For Christians, I am God's own image on the ideal of his anthropomorphic figure, for strangers I am nothing more than white and tall; my mom sees me as the baby she held after the labor in a towel covered in two equal parts of blood and amniotic fluid, and my dad looks forward to the day he will see himself in his son's figure with none of his bad habits but all of his virtues.
Nothing more than dreams and abstract concepts with no proof of occurrence.
Who am I really? Am I the people around me?
Am I corrupted? following whoever appears to be more powerful in the "game" that the organised crime is, wearing horse blinkers as a costume for my proud culture, judging people from every single point of view looking for a different skin colour or brand of clothes that could give me a fair reason to exclude them and their useless inner beauty, laughing at the mistakes made by our funny apathetic politics that elect themselves with rigged polls, promising to make a difference on the stagnating economy that has been the same for decades on every single aspect except for the taxes that keep raising every single year, expanding their dominion on every human need except for air ?!?
The trails I am expected to follow were paved by fascist leaders years ago, on their candid beliefs that justify sexism and misogyny, "empowering" women to be wives and bear as many children as possible, letting them enjoy their easy lives by prohibiting them to suffer from the burdens caused by a job outside the home.
Citizens from all over the world in their prayers ask god to bless their country, because they were taught to think big, they were told to be thankful for the nation they were born in, and they were shown the principles to use in order to greatly appreciate their cultural manifestations under the form of arts and books.
My people and I pray for our family and possessions, we were taught to learn to mind our own business to not get in trouble, we were told to be thankful for the food our mom prepared and for the gifts under our Christmas tree, and we were shown how learning a job is more useful than understanding the meaning of the art around us.
Therefore we aren't violating any of our lessons when we selfishly throw empty cans on the sidewalk, or use spray paint on the walls of our capital's amphitheater to write our names, followed by the name of our high school girlfriends, separated by a plus sign, to indicate our love for the partner that we'll forget a bunch of days after the break up from a three-week journey of "true love".
We were powerful, creative and enviable as well as an example for the countries we conquered, but 1824 years of shame separate us from The Golden Age that fell under the Nerva-Antonine Dynasty.
I am here in New Jersey today thanks to my culture's flaws; I escaped from the flawed mindset of people who complain instead of taking action, embraced by my peers, to learn how to be the one that will change the future of the beautiful crumbling boot-like peninsula.
Italy deserves the love that Italians are keeping for themselves.
"L'italiano non lavora, fatica." (The Italian doesn't work,he strains.)Leo Longanesi