andrea31
Sep 17, 2012
Undergraduate / Novels as Lyrics. College Essay (UF Undergraduate Admissions) [2]
I find solace in the way words turn into music. Not literally, yet almost. There is a flow. A certain rhythmic reading pattern. Words join together or are strewn apart with punctuation.
I see a girl. She sits alone but smiles to herself, nose deep in worn pages. Here but not really...(the ... is not needed) here. She laughs a little out loud, stops, and looks around to see if she's been caught. If somewhere, someone noticed and smiled too, understanding the power of a good story.
I believe, a novel, written correctly, can change someone's life or even save it. The good ones have a way of making you feel like you're not alone. That someone understands and has possibly written your biography down for you. A novel is especially perfect for those who think with imagery. I like to create the scenes that I read of in my thoughtsthis part is a worded a little weird maybe tryI like to create the scenes that I have read inside my head , and revisit them when I feel lonely or disappointment by the mundane. A novel is great for the closet adventurer. A person of whom may never dream of sky diving or climbing Mt. Everest yet feels as bold as ever when she turns the page. A novel is great for the reader who understands the art of literature; the talent that is needed to transform an account into a fairytale. A novel is great for the investigative mind that can draw out the message of the story apart from it's obvious connotation.
I remember how I learned how to read. I spent my evenings after school at a house down the street from my grandmother's with a woman named Nancy. She was the same age as my grandmother and I had met her through her grandchildren. I remember how nice her house was; how good the cookies she made tasted and how she treated me like family. She believed in literacy and language. She believed in nourishing a youth that would go on to do great things in the future.
She began by taking me to her book shelf one day and asking me to pick out a book, any book. I don't remember what I chose but I know that she took me out to the front porch, poured us some water and sat down with me on the porch swing. We continued like this for quite a while every day, either chapters or short stories. In fact, I don't think we stopped until I moved away in the third grade. I don't remember titles but I do remember snippets. I remember reading a book about thanksgiving and a book about otters. I remember reading Junie B. Jones and how she would help me through the words but never read it herself.
Now, today, I have often take for granted my free education or my ability to understand concepts in class. However, I try to look back on Mrs. Nancy and feel thankful that there was someone around who cared enough to invest in my future. In my life.
I like your essay. I appreciate your love for reading.
I'm also applying to UF this year. Good luck with your application!
I find solace in the way words turn into music. Not literally, yet almost. There is a flow. A certain rhythmic reading pattern. Words join together or are strewn apart with punctuation.
I see a girl. She sits alone but smiles to herself, nose deep in worn pages. Here but not really
I believe, a novel, written correctly, can change someone's life or even save it. The good ones have a way of making you feel like you're not alone. That someone understands and has possibly written your biography down for you. A novel is especially perfect for those who think with imagery. I like to create the scenes that I read of in my thoughtsthis part is a worded a little weird maybe tryI like to create the scenes that I have read inside my head , and revisit them when I feel lonely or disappointment by the mundane. A novel is great for the closet adventurer. A person of whom may never dream of sky diving or climbing Mt. Everest yet feels as bold as ever when she turns the page. A novel is great for the reader who understands the art of literature; the talent that is needed to transform an account into a fairytale. A novel is great for the investigative mind that can draw out the message of the story apart from it's obvious connotation.
I remember how I learned how to read. I spent my evenings after school at a house down the street from my grandmother's with a woman named Nancy. She was the same age as my grandmother and I had met her through her grandchildren. I remember how nice her house was; how good the cookies she made tasted and how she treated me like family. She believed in literacy and language. She believed in nourishing a youth that would go on to do great things in the future.
She began by taking me to her book shelf one day and asking me to pick out a book, any book. I don't remember what I chose but I know that she took me out to the front porch, poured us some water and sat down with me on the porch swing. We continued like this for quite a while every day, either chapters or short stories. In fact, I don't think we stopped until I moved away in the third grade. I don't remember titles but I do remember snippets. I remember reading a book about thanksgiving and a book about otters. I remember reading Junie B. Jones and how she would help me through the words but never read it herself.
Now, today, I have often take for granted my free education or my ability to understand concepts in class. However, I try to look back on Mrs. Nancy and feel thankful that there was someone around who cared enough to invest in my future. In my life.
I like your essay. I appreciate your love for reading.
I'm also applying to UF this year. Good luck with your application!
