Undergraduate / I wish to experience this world of employment; Drexel/Why accounting? [3]

I am so tired of writing essays I am getting punchy. Do I dare submit this one?

Drexel prompt: Why accounting?

Rumor has it, that in the future, there might exist a magical state of being called employment. I wish to experience this world sooner, rather than later, which is why I intend to major in accounting. I love mathematics in general, and calculus in particular, and I am an utterly humorless person devoid of any discernable creative urges. Some of us, I am sure, see their future selves inspiring others with their vast knowledge of the humanities. Pre-Columbian art moves them to tears, and prose makes them gasp in appreciation. My passion is crunching numbers, attempting to make sense of the tax code, and reworking statistical surveys in my head. (And if I can do all of these things while sitting trapped in the audience of some awful musical, so much the better).

Given my mathematical abilities, my teachers have urged me to consider engineering, However, I have no desire to build a better mousetrap, and as you have probably guessed, I lack creativity. Accounting, they say, is tedious, dry and uninspiring. Perhaps so, but so am I. I know that this essay is supposed to address my vast capacity for intellectual curiosity, but really, I am only curious about the business of doing business. In an essay for admission, why should I pretend otherwise? I will never create any work of art that might be enjoyed by future generations, however, perhaps I will be able to save the small business of someone in my community, or catch a future Bernie Madoff before he destroys the economy of a small nation.

Undergraduate / 'Mt. Hope Cemetery' - UVa prompt: where do you like to get "lost" [5]

UVa: Early decision essay:

Discuss your favorite place to get lost:

When the weather is warm, there are many of us on the trail, and all of us will probably walk by Susan B. Anthony and Fredrick Douglas. The terrain is rough; primitive stone steps lead either to the top of a steep hill, or down to the bottom of one of the glacier formed kettles. The narrow paved paths are cracked and neglected, and entire sections of Mt. Hope Cemetery have been claimed by the flora and imported vines. Like many Victorian cemeteries, elaborate marble statutes, soaring Egyptian obelisks and elaborately carved mausoleums rise majestically from the ground, without any sort of plotted geometric consideration.

As it happens, Mt. Hope Cemetery is across the street from my home. I walk there often, and I do not think I have taken the same path twice. Once, I found a grouping of lamb topped stones, the smaller stones book ended by two larger stones- an entire family- all of whom died in the year 1918. The flu, I presume, took them all. On another occasion I found the grave of a sixteen year old girl whose death date is the same as the birth date for the child who lies next to her. Sadly, as was true in those days, the child did not survive her toddler years. Each time I become "lost" at Mt.Hope Cemetery, I stumble upon a unique family story, a testament to the times in which the people of my community lived and died.

I hate the last sentence...any suggestions?