Undergraduate / True Love, Princeton Supplement [6]

Princeton Supplement

What are your thoughts on true love? Why do you want to apply to Princeton?

I was fifteen and my heart was araced. I saw her walk past me, past me like a hurricane, a soft breeze, as past as a dinosaur. My heart roared, I wanted more. Her tinkly smell wesn't enough. My training as a poet has led me to appreciate the finer things in life, so I barely noticed her liquid eyes or her tangent smile. What caught my eye, like a pair of shades,was the shadow left by her collar bone, her tiny freckles, the hint of a bra strap, taking a peek into the glorious world around. And round my head went- I was speechless, my jaw hung wide open, hung like Saddam, hung like a horse's manhood. Or horsehood. I knew it right then, she was my one true love . She was like the internet to me- everywhere, all knowing, all powerful and full of nasty/lovely things. Princeton is the perfect place for me, with its engaging faculty and star studded resource, it is he perfect opportunity for me to grow as an indivisual.

Undergraduate / Girls, Girls, Girls- Common Short Essay [21]

This is for a bunch of colleges with the general prompt:

Elaborate on your extracurricular activities, hobbies or work experiences.
(Max- 250 words)

Girls, girls girls. There, I said it, okay? I don't care how it sounds, I'm gonna be honest. I'm obsessed with them. My life doesn't revolve around them, my thoughts don't revolve around them, I revolve around them. And that "I,"my friend, is italicised to the fullest- yah, its so slanted its almost horizontal. Its a sleeping I. A sleeping I, okay?

No, I don't see them as objects. I'm the object! Yes, I respect them. I respect everything about them. I'm so crazy about them, I can't even pay attention to what they say. A girl comes up to me and goes "Hey there, whats up?"

I'll hear- "Girl girl, girlgirl?"
You know, I'de simply copy and paste girl 249 times (not 250 times cuz like, I had to write it once first, right? and then if I pasted it 249 times I'de get 250 words. Smart, huh?) but copy-pasting so many times is damn painful. I mean, you have to hold Ctrl with your pinky and viciously punch V so many times...Its like finger-murder, okay?

I met my first girl when I was thirteen. She was reading a magazine and I was trying to read what her t-shirt said. I was having difficulty, the text was warped. And I mean, mega warped, like those lame PowerPoint text effects. It was almost like it was written on spheres or something. I did the best I could,

"milK AND COOkies" it read. I looked up after deciphering the writing. She was glaring straight at me.
Her mouth opened, and she said something. And what she said, changed how I saw girls forever. She went,
"Girl girl girlgirlgirl, girlgirl pervert!

Undergraduate / My interest in Bio- short essay [7]

BU Supplement short essay

My reported Major is Biology

Discuss, in brief, your interest in your intended major. How has this subject affected your life?

Age: ten
Location: Playground
She was ready to attack me; attack me with her words. After a long forboady silence, she finally spoke-
"BOYS SUCK"
The first blow in the horrid battle of girls versus boys. I quickly recovered. I spoke confidently,
"Uhh...really? Why do you say that?"
Feeling it wasn't strong enough, I added aggressively- "Huh?"
"Being a boy is the worst thing that could happen to you. If you're a boy, you have to be in horrible, horrible pain."

"What do you mean?" I questioned. Afraid my curiousity was out there, I quickly zipped my pants up.
"When you're older..."
dramatic silence
"You'll be in horrible pain..."
even more dramatic silence
"Every-single-month..."
alright, now its getting melodramatic
"Right after you shave, and put on aftershave!"
I was stunned. I was defenseless. I scanned my mind for something to use against her- What could I tell her that proves being a girl is worse? Nothing, I had nothing.

I came home and attended to my battle wounds. When I felt better, I ransacked my house, looking for evidence. Could there be something more painful than aftershave, that haunts girls every single month?

I found nothing. But wait, what's that?
Naah, just silly looking napkins. No luck.
And that? That book over there? Could it have something? I opened the book to an arbitiririy page. Nothing, just plants. I flipped to another page...and I found exactly what I was looking for.

The Biology book and the answer it carried led me to a world of wonders. I read, amused, amazed and slightly sickened. I have been very very interested in Biology since then. No, let me rephrase- I fell in love with Biology. I'll say it again-

I-Love-Biology, period.