"Imagine looking out a window at an environment that is particularly significant to you. What do you see? Explain how this environment relates to you and why it is significant." (300 word limit)
Any critiques or comments are welcome. Please and thank you!
The stop light turns a green hue matching the trees' leaves around us. As cars pass by and the scenery changes, I turn away from the side window and look ahead. Adele's Chasing Pavements blasts on the stereo, and like any teenage girl would do, I belt out the lyrics without shame.
My older brother and I were going out to eat with friends for the first time that summer at a local Japanese Hibachi restaurant. The atmosphere was relaxed as the sun set in the pink-orange stained horizon. It was genuine happiness on the perfect day - no worries and no troubles, just good times and good company.
It had been a while since this feeling of bliss came over me. The semester had been more challenging than I had first expected, and after the last two months of school organizing prom, cramming for AP tests and running for student council reelection, my energy was drained.
For so long, it was as if I had merely existed. The evening with friends was a chance for me to regain the enthusiasm and optimism that I had lost. While I was not depressed or sad, I felt that reality had become a blur, and I was missing my chance to truly enjoy life.
No, it was not the epiphany where I uncovered some hidden family secret or calculated the algorithm to sustain life on Mars. It was a simple passing moment, but it was enough for me to realize that life was more than the high expectations and the GPA. It encompassed every fleeting second - each instant as important as the last.
June 2nd, 2012: I sat in the front seat of the beat-up 1990 Chevrolet. It was then when my life had begun again.
Any critiques or comments are welcome. Please and thank you!
The stop light turns a green hue matching the trees' leaves around us. As cars pass by and the scenery changes, I turn away from the side window and look ahead. Adele's Chasing Pavements blasts on the stereo, and like any teenage girl would do, I belt out the lyrics without shame.
My older brother and I were going out to eat with friends for the first time that summer at a local Japanese Hibachi restaurant. The atmosphere was relaxed as the sun set in the pink-orange stained horizon. It was genuine happiness on the perfect day - no worries and no troubles, just good times and good company.
It had been a while since this feeling of bliss came over me. The semester had been more challenging than I had first expected, and after the last two months of school organizing prom, cramming for AP tests and running for student council reelection, my energy was drained.
For so long, it was as if I had merely existed. The evening with friends was a chance for me to regain the enthusiasm and optimism that I had lost. While I was not depressed or sad, I felt that reality had become a blur, and I was missing my chance to truly enjoy life.
No, it was not the epiphany where I uncovered some hidden family secret or calculated the algorithm to sustain life on Mars. It was a simple passing moment, but it was enough for me to realize that life was more than the high expectations and the GPA. It encompassed every fleeting second - each instant as important as the last.
June 2nd, 2012: I sat in the front seat of the beat-up 1990 Chevrolet. It was then when my life had begun again.