thephoebster
Dec 13, 2009
Undergraduate / "I am clean, but not tidy" - Stanford roomate essay [6]
Please tell me if I ever grow a mustache. This sounds funny, but I say it because I like honesty. Not brutal honesty, or telling people things they don't need to know just to hurt them. I like people who tell it like it is, and who tell you things you need to hear. I enjoy people who say what they think, and who aren't afraid to toss out interesting ideas, even if they might be flawed. In short, I thrive on spontaneous, enthusiastic, free-ranging discussions about a whole range of topics from music to art to experiences and feelings. In turn, I am very upfront. I don't dabble around subjects and leave people wondering what my opinions are. My writing, too, is direct, short, and concise. I'm a communicator.
I write poems about my life and I write letters to my friends. Not emails or notes, but real letters with stamps. This is, of course, partially selfish, because handwritten letters are these wonderful, lost experiences that I appreciate. Real letters are different from email. There is handwriting, uniquely individual, and sometimes there is sealing wax, and, if you are lucky, a drawing or two. In a rapidly changing world, we sometimes lose things. Letter writing is a lost art and a lost intimacy that fascinates me.
Another thing you should know is that I am clean, but not tidy. My side of the room will quickly fill up with things that mean something to me. Of all the things in my room at home, the thing I love best is the wall of handprints, where my friends each dipped their hands in paint, stamped them on the wall, and signed them, forming an arch around the doorway. It reminds me of an aboriginal cave in Australia; I can be very attached to symbols. Perhaps this is why I love Latin, Spanish, poetry, music, and Math.
After what I've said so far, it might surprise you that I am a social introvert. I moved to Ithaca, New York at age 13 after growing up on a 2,200 acre "ranch" owned by UC Berkeley. Perhaps growing up in solitude and nature influenced me in this way, but I do need time alone if only to curl up with a book and recharge my batteries.
Please help! Thank you
Please tell me if I ever grow a mustache. This sounds funny, but I say it because I like honesty. Not brutal honesty, or telling people things they don't need to know just to hurt them. I like people who tell it like it is, and who tell you things you need to hear. I enjoy people who say what they think, and who aren't afraid to toss out interesting ideas, even if they might be flawed. In short, I thrive on spontaneous, enthusiastic, free-ranging discussions about a whole range of topics from music to art to experiences and feelings. In turn, I am very upfront. I don't dabble around subjects and leave people wondering what my opinions are. My writing, too, is direct, short, and concise. I'm a communicator.
I write poems about my life and I write letters to my friends. Not emails or notes, but real letters with stamps. This is, of course, partially selfish, because handwritten letters are these wonderful, lost experiences that I appreciate. Real letters are different from email. There is handwriting, uniquely individual, and sometimes there is sealing wax, and, if you are lucky, a drawing or two. In a rapidly changing world, we sometimes lose things. Letter writing is a lost art and a lost intimacy that fascinates me.
Another thing you should know is that I am clean, but not tidy. My side of the room will quickly fill up with things that mean something to me. Of all the things in my room at home, the thing I love best is the wall of handprints, where my friends each dipped their hands in paint, stamped them on the wall, and signed them, forming an arch around the doorway. It reminds me of an aboriginal cave in Australia; I can be very attached to symbols. Perhaps this is why I love Latin, Spanish, poetry, music, and Math.
After what I've said so far, it might surprise you that I am a social introvert. I moved to Ithaca, New York at age 13 after growing up on a 2,200 acre "ranch" owned by UC Berkeley. Perhaps growing up in solitude and nature influenced me in this way, but I do need time alone if only to curl up with a book and recharge my batteries.
Please help! Thank you
