Prompt: You have already told us about yourself in the Common Application, with its list of activities, the Short Answer, and the Personal Essay. While we leave the topic of your second essay entirely up to you, try telling us something about yourself that you believe we cannot learn elsewhere in your application. Please limit yourself to fewer than 500 words.
Let me preface this by saying no animals were harmed (at least, not intentionally) in the unfolding of this story.
At 9:47 pm, March 9, 2009, Mr. Bingley was found dead. In the hour after his death, the world stopped for a few moments to honor this small creature. Well, maybe not the whole world, but my world at least.
Mr. Bingley was my iridescent blue pet beta fish. He sat on my desk, left of my laptop, for the few months prior, since about Christmas or the New Year. He was a good fish...as good as a pet fish could be. Still, I never cared much for Mr. Bingley. He had been purchased in a moment of whimsy and excitement, selected only for his beauty from among the hundred others on the shelf. I pushed the limit on changing his tank, waiting a week and a half instead of the recommended three days. When I did change it, I was far from gentle, scooping him up with my oily hand and yelling "Geronimooo!!!" with the proper, gradual decrescendo when pouring him back into his freshly cleaned tank. I needed to compensate: if I could not take good care of him while he was alive, the least I could do was show him some respect after he was dead. So at 10:14 that night, I set Mr. Bingley afloat on the lake behind my house. His resting place was a small floating catacomb, hurriedly constructed from cardboard and stationery; the vigil, marked and ennobled by candlelight. After setting him afloat, I sat on my dock, silently watching him go, my flashlight acting as a spotlight to guide him on his way. For a while he just floated. And then he was gone.
Yes, in reality Mr. Bingley was only a fish. But to me, Mr. Bingley is something greater. He taught me life does not consist solely of productivity or competition; sometimes life is just art, beauty. He reminded me to be humble in nature and reverent to everyone, to be faithful in the simple and the small. Most importantly, Mr. Bingley reminded me that in my life there is more than me and that I don't live for only myself.
Comments and critiques are gladly welcomed!!
Let me preface this by saying no animals were harmed (at least, not intentionally) in the unfolding of this story.
At 9:47 pm, March 9, 2009, Mr. Bingley was found dead. In the hour after his death, the world stopped for a few moments to honor this small creature. Well, maybe not the whole world, but my world at least.
Mr. Bingley was my iridescent blue pet beta fish. He sat on my desk, left of my laptop, for the few months prior, since about Christmas or the New Year. He was a good fish...as good as a pet fish could be. Still, I never cared much for Mr. Bingley. He had been purchased in a moment of whimsy and excitement, selected only for his beauty from among the hundred others on the shelf. I pushed the limit on changing his tank, waiting a week and a half instead of the recommended three days. When I did change it, I was far from gentle, scooping him up with my oily hand and yelling "Geronimooo!!!" with the proper, gradual decrescendo when pouring him back into his freshly cleaned tank. I needed to compensate: if I could not take good care of him while he was alive, the least I could do was show him some respect after he was dead. So at 10:14 that night, I set Mr. Bingley afloat on the lake behind my house. His resting place was a small floating catacomb, hurriedly constructed from cardboard and stationery; the vigil, marked and ennobled by candlelight. After setting him afloat, I sat on my dock, silently watching him go, my flashlight acting as a spotlight to guide him on his way. For a while he just floated. And then he was gone.
Yes, in reality Mr. Bingley was only a fish. But to me, Mr. Bingley is something greater. He taught me life does not consist solely of productivity or competition; sometimes life is just art, beauty. He reminded me to be humble in nature and reverent to everyone, to be faithful in the simple and the small. Most importantly, Mr. Bingley reminded me that in my life there is more than me and that I don't live for only myself.
Comments and critiques are gladly welcomed!!