velvetblossom
Dec 31, 2011
Undergraduate / 'The psychological effects' Common App Main Essay & Lehigh Supplement [4]
Thanks Nicharee! Took your suggestions into consideration :)
Did you have any comments for my supplement?
Got it down to 561 words! Can anyone see if there's anything else I should fix now?
I'll return the favor!
I move my index finger to the bridge of my nose out of habit. I awkwardly tap at it for a moment before realizing that there was nothing there to adjust. "Oh no," I groan to myself, "Not again." The psychological effects of the disaster that has so mysteriously occurred this morning are beginning to come into play.
I awoke to the tune of an upbeat song. Ready to start the school day, I put my glasses on, but something wasn't right. Unlike my right eye, the vision in my left eye was blurred. I looked closer and discovered that the left lens was popped out! Kneeling to the floor, I extended my arms to trace it, but I couldn't find a thing. I became aware that I hadn't turned off my alarm. The normally bouncy piano riff now sounded sour and mocking.
Once I am at school, my face feels naked. I feel naked. Everyone is asking me why I don't have my glasses on like I'd forgotten to wear my uniform. My contacts are irritating me, in both senses of the word. I cannot concentrate in class for I am out of my comfort zone. My thoughts drift back to the last time I wore these torture devices.
I had barely made it on time to the orphanage. My contacts put up a good fight, but I had to pay the price of being late. "Hello everybody! Ready to learn? " I asked. The first response (which, coincidentally, wasn't a response at all) came from Sari, one of my students. "Why aren't you wearing your glasses?" I tell her I am meeting a friend afterwards and that I want to look pretty for the occasion. "You look pretty," she says, changing her tone, "You always look pretty. But you don't look like Kia today."
What a concept! I do not look like myself. Were these glasses so critical to my appearance that I could be rendered unrecognizable by the very lack of them? The answer, simply stated, is "yes."
You see, these black plastic frames are not just any glasses; they are part of my persona. In Lord of the Flies, Piggy's glasses represent intellect, drawing from the fact that eyeglasses allowed him to see clearly. The stereotype that bespectacled people are more intelligent isn't 100% true, but for me, they serve as a tangible motivation to fulfill that generalization for myself. There's something to be said for a constant reminder of "You look smart. Now can you be smart?" sitting in front of your face.
My glasses take my emotions to new heights, fogging up when I laugh in the warm air and getting wet when I cry. I am more aware and appreciative of the beauty surrounding me. They aid in my academic pursuits. Without them, I'd have difficulty doing my favorite pastime: reading at night. They are my armor, protecting me from physical damage to my eyes and masking eye bags with the slightest of ease. I am proud to be a "four-eyes".
I arrive home and my mother instantly hands me my glasses case. "Here," she says, "I got them fixed for you while you were at school."
A moment of pure bliss ensues as I open the case and put on my glasses, reuniting with my old friend. "Ahh," I sigh, "Home at last."
Thanks Nicharee! Took your suggestions into consideration :)
Did you have any comments for my supplement?
Got it down to 561 words! Can anyone see if there's anything else I should fix now?
I'll return the favor!
I move my index finger to the bridge of my nose out of habit. I awkwardly tap at it for a moment before realizing that there was nothing there to adjust. "Oh no," I groan to myself, "Not again." The psychological effects of the disaster that has so mysteriously occurred this morning are beginning to come into play.
I awoke to the tune of an upbeat song. Ready to start the school day, I put my glasses on, but something wasn't right. Unlike my right eye, the vision in my left eye was blurred. I looked closer and discovered that the left lens was popped out! Kneeling to the floor, I extended my arms to trace it, but I couldn't find a thing. I became aware that I hadn't turned off my alarm. The normally bouncy piano riff now sounded sour and mocking.
Once I am at school, my face feels naked. I feel naked. Everyone is asking me why I don't have my glasses on like I'd forgotten to wear my uniform. My contacts are irritating me, in both senses of the word. I cannot concentrate in class for I am out of my comfort zone. My thoughts drift back to the last time I wore these torture devices.
I had barely made it on time to the orphanage. My contacts put up a good fight, but I had to pay the price of being late. "Hello everybody! Ready to learn? " I asked. The first response (which, coincidentally, wasn't a response at all) came from Sari, one of my students. "Why aren't you wearing your glasses?" I tell her I am meeting a friend afterwards and that I want to look pretty for the occasion. "You look pretty," she says, changing her tone, "You always look pretty. But you don't look like Kia today."
What a concept! I do not look like myself. Were these glasses so critical to my appearance that I could be rendered unrecognizable by the very lack of them? The answer, simply stated, is "yes."
You see, these black plastic frames are not just any glasses; they are part of my persona. In Lord of the Flies, Piggy's glasses represent intellect, drawing from the fact that eyeglasses allowed him to see clearly. The stereotype that bespectacled people are more intelligent isn't 100% true, but for me, they serve as a tangible motivation to fulfill that generalization for myself. There's something to be said for a constant reminder of "You look smart. Now can you be smart?" sitting in front of your face.
My glasses take my emotions to new heights, fogging up when I laugh in the warm air and getting wet when I cry. I am more aware and appreciative of the beauty surrounding me. They aid in my academic pursuits. Without them, I'd have difficulty doing my favorite pastime: reading at night. They are my armor, protecting me from physical damage to my eyes and masking eye bags with the slightest of ease. I am proud to be a "four-eyes".
I arrive home and my mother instantly hands me my glasses case. "Here," she says, "I got them fixed for you while you were at school."
A moment of pure bliss ensues as I open the case and put on my glasses, reuniting with my old friend. "Ahh," I sigh, "Home at last."