pladypusih8u
Jan 10, 2009
Undergraduate / Geortown U. self-reflective prompt. [8]
"The Admissions Committee would like to know more about you in your own words. Please submit a brief essay, either personal or creative, which you feel best describes you." (one page)
I'm not great at describing myself in a straightforward manner, so I chose the creative option for this. I'm worried it's too ambiguous. I know that it describes me acutely, and the people that have read it (dad, friend, etc) liked it a lot, but I can't help but feeling insecure. The admissions are not going to know me as well as the ones closest to me. Application is due Monday, and I was wondering if I should keep this or just trash it and write a new one. I feel completely hopeless :(
Anyways, here goes.
I am coffee at midnight.
Abrasive to the impatient tongue, I arouse the embittered quarter of gustation until sweetened. I jump-start neurotic cables like the silkiest, darkened Columbian brew, while others drill their little heads into delta waves. My smell permeates into the quiet air, born prematurely into a dark world. I have been ground by the sharpest blades with a resound that shakes walls, filtered of all impurities and thrown to vapors. I have survived to be gulped as an untimely pleasure. I enlighten groggy esophagi and stain the even whitest, bleached smiles over time. I am a catalyst to passionate speech and to quicksilver pens, but beware: caffeine sprints at the front of drugged marathon, a licit drug, but a drug nonetheless. At the bottom of an empty porcelain cup, I am acquired taste. One learns to love me.
I am the platypus.
Water and land tear me between their vast abyss. I have lived so many animalistic lives, and from each I took away what I need most: a bill, to magnify my voice; retractable claws to fight enemies and invite friends; venom to spice it all up. I evolved for the world and exist in the solidarity of a last family member. Others have mistaken me for a myth or a convoluted hybrid, but I have always secured my identity. Maternal extinct can drive me to the point of self-sacrifice. I am a scavenger, taking the best of what I can uncover. I am evidence that each thunderclap is God laughing up in heaven, that mother Earth can giggle seismic waves right through the land. I am the hunted of a species outlasting many of its predators. For all the humor in my resilient patchwork, I will undoubtedly intrigue those who cross me.
I am an open window.
My dusty curtains billow in the wind, consoling the walls of a house long forgotten. I throw my shutters open for absolution. Those who seek deeper breaths will always find them reflecting off my glassy panes. In the past, I have ushered smoke out of burning rooms. I have been a portal to greener grass in a girl's nightmare. I could never boast the abilities of a door, but I am so much more than that. I pour light onto your pressed eyelids the morning after and moonlight onto your tear stricken hands. I am a second chance.
"The Admissions Committee would like to know more about you in your own words. Please submit a brief essay, either personal or creative, which you feel best describes you." (one page)
I'm not great at describing myself in a straightforward manner, so I chose the creative option for this. I'm worried it's too ambiguous. I know that it describes me acutely, and the people that have read it (dad, friend, etc) liked it a lot, but I can't help but feeling insecure. The admissions are not going to know me as well as the ones closest to me. Application is due Monday, and I was wondering if I should keep this or just trash it and write a new one. I feel completely hopeless :(
Anyways, here goes.
I am coffee at midnight.
Abrasive to the impatient tongue, I arouse the embittered quarter of gustation until sweetened. I jump-start neurotic cables like the silkiest, darkened Columbian brew, while others drill their little heads into delta waves. My smell permeates into the quiet air, born prematurely into a dark world. I have been ground by the sharpest blades with a resound that shakes walls, filtered of all impurities and thrown to vapors. I have survived to be gulped as an untimely pleasure. I enlighten groggy esophagi and stain the even whitest, bleached smiles over time. I am a catalyst to passionate speech and to quicksilver pens, but beware: caffeine sprints at the front of drugged marathon, a licit drug, but a drug nonetheless. At the bottom of an empty porcelain cup, I am acquired taste. One learns to love me.
I am the platypus.
Water and land tear me between their vast abyss. I have lived so many animalistic lives, and from each I took away what I need most: a bill, to magnify my voice; retractable claws to fight enemies and invite friends; venom to spice it all up. I evolved for the world and exist in the solidarity of a last family member. Others have mistaken me for a myth or a convoluted hybrid, but I have always secured my identity. Maternal extinct can drive me to the point of self-sacrifice. I am a scavenger, taking the best of what I can uncover. I am evidence that each thunderclap is God laughing up in heaven, that mother Earth can giggle seismic waves right through the land. I am the hunted of a species outlasting many of its predators. For all the humor in my resilient patchwork, I will undoubtedly intrigue those who cross me.
I am an open window.
My dusty curtains billow in the wind, consoling the walls of a house long forgotten. I throw my shutters open for absolution. Those who seek deeper breaths will always find them reflecting off my glassy panes. In the past, I have ushered smoke out of burning rooms. I have been a portal to greener grass in a girl's nightmare. I could never boast the abilities of a door, but I am so much more than that. I pour light onto your pressed eyelids the morning after and moonlight onto your tear stricken hands. I am a second chance.