Please, please, please help!! Anything is appreciated, however harsh or generic or even if you think it sucks. I'm a little wary of the ending and whether or not I've answered the prompt enough, so help there would be cool too, thanks.
Prompt: We are a community with quirks, both in language (we'll welcome you to Grounds, not campus) and in traditions. Describe one of your quirks and why it is part of who you are.
I suffer from Equarithmophobia. Don't try and look it up, you won't find it anywhere. Not even on Wikipedia. You see, Equarithmophobia isn't a recognized phobia. I made it up. I patched together a real phobia and a half of a Latin word I somehow recalled from middle school and now I have a rehearsed answer to every "tell us an interesting fact about yourself" that's thrown my way. "Well?" you ask, "What's it mean?" I, Hannah Grace Goodwyn, survivor of an all-boy family, veteran of six international moves, conqueror of half-marathons, am terrified of even numbers.
It's embarrassing, sure. Most people think I'm joking; I wish that I were. My fear has seeped into nearly every aspect of my life. I can't listen to music on an even volume. I get fidgety watching a TV show on an even channel. There is a piece of duct tape over the shiny 4 on the bumper of my Toyota RAV 4 because the number taunted me daily. I even like some of my own pictures on Instagram to make the count odd, a considered the ultimate taboo in the world of social media.
I'm slowly getting over my fear, but I predict it will never fully dissipate. My brothers chanting sequences of even numbers no longer causes me to hyperventilate, yet I don't see myself ever living in an even-floor apartment. While I constantly curse my antipathy to such an unavoidable concept, I am thankful that I have something that makes me truly unique.
Prompt: We are a community with quirks, both in language (we'll welcome you to Grounds, not campus) and in traditions. Describe one of your quirks and why it is part of who you are.
I suffer from Equarithmophobia. Don't try and look it up, you won't find it anywhere. Not even on Wikipedia. You see, Equarithmophobia isn't a recognized phobia. I made it up. I patched together a real phobia and a half of a Latin word I somehow recalled from middle school and now I have a rehearsed answer to every "tell us an interesting fact about yourself" that's thrown my way. "Well?" you ask, "What's it mean?" I, Hannah Grace Goodwyn, survivor of an all-boy family, veteran of six international moves, conqueror of half-marathons, am terrified of even numbers.
It's embarrassing, sure. Most people think I'm joking; I wish that I were. My fear has seeped into nearly every aspect of my life. I can't listen to music on an even volume. I get fidgety watching a TV show on an even channel. There is a piece of duct tape over the shiny 4 on the bumper of my Toyota RAV 4 because the number taunted me daily. I even like some of my own pictures on Instagram to make the count odd, a considered the ultimate taboo in the world of social media.
I'm slowly getting over my fear, but I predict it will never fully dissipate. My brothers chanting sequences of even numbers no longer causes me to hyperventilate, yet I don't see myself ever living in an even-floor apartment. While I constantly curse my antipathy to such an unavoidable concept, I am thankful that I have something that makes me truly unique.
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