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"Imagine a room" - CommonAPP essay [13]
Imagine a room.Give it a door, some windows, and a black wooden study table. Sitting in that room is a boy. His paper placed firmly on the table, his pencil sharpened. Staring vacantly at the blank page before him. He blinks once, blinks twice, stares again. Waiting for that creative impulse.
Nothing!
He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath. An idea grips him. Struggling to hold on to it, he quickly jots down a mere set of words. He pauses, contemplates, and then scratches them out. Muscles tense, heartbeat amplifies, blood pounds through his veins as he clenches his fist. Anger overrides thought.
For this boy has heard that you're supposed to 'show' things in college essays rather than tell. Desperately, he keeps trying to find ways to encompass himself onto that loose sheet of paper. Being treated like another candidate number in a huge pile of applications just will not suffice. He is more than that. More than just a string of numbers; he is a name. He loves being radical. Grabbing your attention, shaking it repeatedly and bludgeoning it with non-conformity until it begs for reprieve. The 'special' is in him; all he desires is a venting point to showcase his unconventionality. Dreams told him he was destined for greatness. Reality showed otherwise. He was a tiny someone, a part of something huge. A brick in a building. Yet a weird sense of superiority overwhelmed him.
Once again, in search of inspiration, he gazed around his room. Every detail defined him, every object called out his name, but how could he articulate it all onto paper?
His gaze caught sight of the closet, clothes overturned. On top of that mass lay his school football jersey. His name was displayed in bold at the back. How he wished he could depict what that jersey meant to him. The memories attached to it, the sense of belonging it provided every time he put it on. To be part of something big - a team. Where everyone looked out for each other, where it was not about the money, glory, or age, but about running for each other, fighting for each other, going out there and just playing some ball. It was there, on that football field, that everyone was equal. The only thing that defined you is what you could do with the ball. It was near impossible for him to relocate every sentiment he felt onto a piece of paper.
Next to his jersey lay his shin guards, battered and bruised. Every scratch told a story; every story didn't always end happily ever after. How could he relay all of them - omitting any one would be like omitting a part of himself.
He glanced at his school shirt, perfectly pressed, ready for a new day at school. How could he portray through an anecdote what that shirt represents. How he grew old in it, transitioning from a happy-go-lucky teenager into a mature human being. The lessons he learnt in that very shirt, how achievements did not bring lasting happiness, friends did. Even if he put every memory, or part of a single memory onto paper, he still would not be able to extract the same empathy he felt while writing it.
He still sits there. With his paper placed firmly on the table, pencil sharpened, trying to sum up his life in 500 words or less.
this is kinda my common app essay...before the last ending sentence i kinda need an ending bit, line or paragraph or something which basically ties the whole thing together, but i cant think of one... so any help would be appreciated because i have the worst writers bloc and i need to submit this soon...also all help with grammar will be greatly appreciated