ui95
Oct 23, 2013
Undergraduate / The waiting room ; looking through a window- COMMON APP [3]
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how's this?
I'm sitting in a waiting room. Other suitors sit beside me murmuring, waiting to get hitched to this videogame firm. This morning I woke up at seven and practiced my lines for the interview while getting dressed. I left my apartment and took the bus to the game studio where I was hoping to be a character designer. I was sitting in the bus, looking out the window, when a train drove past. A train of thoughts of how, in my high school years I felt hopeless. Thinking that the rest of my life would be spent running my father's business. I remember how all my friends used to look at my 'doodles' and ask me why I didn't want to pursue this field. I had no answer... but today I am in this utopia, commuting to my dream job.
The waiting room has a glass wall to one side, on which there is a door that opens to the office. Through the glass, my future is visible. Offices and Cubicles occupied by iMac computers and Graphics tablets, heaps of blank paper and all kinds of pencils and colors. At one side of the room, are the programmers, converting coffee into lines and lines of code. As you walk to the other side of the office, the tapping noise of keyboards fades away and you start hearing the scratching of pens on tablets and can see works of art on every screen. I feel utter fascination and think, "This is how I want to spend the rest of my life. I want to create things. I want to communicate through the characters I make."
This is my dream environment. This humble workplace.
Thank you for the feedback.
how's this?
I'm sitting in a waiting room. Other suitors sit beside me murmuring, waiting to get hitched to this videogame firm. This morning I woke up at seven and practiced my lines for the interview while getting dressed. I left my apartment and took the bus to the game studio where I was hoping to be a character designer. I was sitting in the bus, looking out the window, when a train drove past. A train of thoughts of how, in my high school years I felt hopeless. Thinking that the rest of my life would be spent running my father's business. I remember how all my friends used to look at my 'doodles' and ask me why I didn't want to pursue this field. I had no answer... but today I am in this utopia, commuting to my dream job.
The waiting room has a glass wall to one side, on which there is a door that opens to the office. Through the glass, my future is visible. Offices and Cubicles occupied by iMac computers and Graphics tablets, heaps of blank paper and all kinds of pencils and colors. At one side of the room, are the programmers, converting coffee into lines and lines of code. As you walk to the other side of the office, the tapping noise of keyboards fades away and you start hearing the scratching of pens on tablets and can see works of art on every screen. I feel utter fascination and think, "This is how I want to spend the rest of my life. I want to create things. I want to communicate through the characters I make."
This is my dream environment. This humble workplace.