lindseytonn
Sep 6, 2012
Undergraduate / Novels as Lyrics. College Essay (UF Undergraduate Admissions) [2]
"In the space provided, please write a concise narrative in which you describe a meaningful event, experience or accomplishment in your life and how it will affect your college experience or your contribution to the UF campus community. You may want to reflect on your ideas about student responsibility, academic integrity, campus citizenship or a call to service."
Please tell me what you think! All critique welcome! :)
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... 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 thoughts, 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.
"In the space provided, please write a concise narrative in which you describe a meaningful event, experience or accomplishment in your life and how it will affect your college experience or your contribution to the UF campus community. You may want to reflect on your ideas about student responsibility, academic integrity, campus citizenship or a call to service."
Please tell me what you think! All critique welcome! :)
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... 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 thoughts, 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.