Self-identity and personal expression take many forms. For example, music, clothing, politics, extracurricular interests, and ethnicity can each be a defining attribute. Do you surf or tinker? Are you a vegetarian poet who loves Ayn Rand? Do you prefer YouTube or test tubes? Are you preppie or Goth? Use the richness of your life to give us insight: what voice will you add to the Class of 2014?
The things I carry reflect my many obsessions. A pencil, a pen, a notebook. College ruled, of course. My life would practically fall apart if it weren't for the grounding pleasure of writing lists. Lists of goals, lists of to-do's, lists of some event I'm planning or some idea that I couldn't let myself forget. And although I carry my lists, they never seem to make up my frenzied mind. I carry poise and flow but am never truly at peace, for I'm always carrying that one last thing on my list. That one thing breaking responsibility from freedom.
Sometimes I carry eternal happiness upon my face but for the most part exists an unfading seriousness and strive for the best. Wherever I am, I carry an endless wonder about the dynamics of the world and of the individuals that comprise it. A wonder about my own capability and potential and where I fit into the scheme of things. I carry an incessant yearning to learn and a constant stream of questions I have about my studies, about things I'll never know about the world around me.
In my bag I carry entertainment. In the golden pocket is my ipod, filled with electro-alternative music and the occasional show tune- and believe me, there's nothing I can't dance to. I carry a book, whether I'm reading Harry Potter, The Awakening or a copy of the New Yorker. Whether I'm plugged in, caught up in words or absorbing my environment I'm the type of person who is never bored.
At Tufts, I will carry memories of my childhood and aspirations for future, and an eagerness to become a vital member of the Tufts community. I will carry my voice, a voice filled with confidence and curiosity, intellect and eccentricity.
The things I carry reflect my many obsessions. A pencil, a pen, a notebook. College ruled, of course. My life would practically fall apart if it weren't for the grounding pleasure of writing lists. Lists of goals, lists of to-do's, lists of some event I'm planning or some idea that I couldn't let myself forget. And although I carry my lists, they never seem to make up my frenzied mind. I carry poise and flow but am never truly at peace, for I'm always carrying that one last thing on my list. That one thing breaking responsibility from freedom.
Sometimes I carry eternal happiness upon my face but for the most part exists an unfading seriousness and strive for the best. Wherever I am, I carry an endless wonder about the dynamics of the world and of the individuals that comprise it. A wonder about my own capability and potential and where I fit into the scheme of things. I carry an incessant yearning to learn and a constant stream of questions I have about my studies, about things I'll never know about the world around me.
In my bag I carry entertainment. In the golden pocket is my ipod, filled with electro-alternative music and the occasional show tune- and believe me, there's nothing I can't dance to. I carry a book, whether I'm reading Harry Potter, The Awakening or a copy of the New Yorker. Whether I'm plugged in, caught up in words or absorbing my environment I'm the type of person who is never bored.
At Tufts, I will carry memories of my childhood and aspirations for future, and an eagerness to become a vital member of the Tufts community. I will carry my voice, a voice filled with confidence and curiosity, intellect and eccentricity.