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? (200 word limit)
Comments? Please tell me if it still sounds uncertain just like what Liebe said. I don't want it to sound like that.
From Carl Orff's "O Fortuna" to my "Glee" obsession of "Don't stop believing", I have always found solace in singing.
Growing up in a strict Asian household, I was raised barred by limitations. I used my father's love for music as my own outlet of freedom.
It is not the magic of singing but the magic that is singing that provides a push. A song captures a roller coaster of human emotions: from the immense grief of a widow, to a simple smile of childish innocence; from a burning passionate anger of a laid-off worker, to a flicker of hope in the eyes of a downtrodden man. Singing speaks the language of the soul- the language not of existing but of living. That in itself is magical. If words could express, then there is no reason to sing.
Singing is universal. It transcends cultural barriers and unites people from diverse backgrounds through one language. Realizing the importance of a united voice, I became a leader- one that contests, one that knows compromise. Just like in singing, you "crescendo" and "decrescendo" when only needed.
Borrowing the words of Mercedes from Glee, to Tufts: "I'm Beyonce. I ain't no Kelly Rowland."
Comments? Please tell me if it still sounds uncertain just like what Liebe said. I don't want it to sound like that.
From Carl Orff's "O Fortuna" to my "Glee" obsession of "Don't stop believing", I have always found solace in singing.
Growing up in a strict Asian household, I was raised barred by limitations. I used my father's love for music as my own outlet of freedom.
It is not the magic of singing but the magic that is singing that provides a push. A song captures a roller coaster of human emotions: from the immense grief of a widow, to a simple smile of childish innocence; from a burning passionate anger of a laid-off worker, to a flicker of hope in the eyes of a downtrodden man. Singing speaks the language of the soul- the language not of existing but of living. That in itself is magical. If words could express, then there is no reason to sing.
Singing is universal. It transcends cultural barriers and unites people from diverse backgrounds through one language. Realizing the importance of a united voice, I became a leader- one that contests, one that knows compromise. Just like in singing, you "crescendo" and "decrescendo" when only needed.
Borrowing the words of Mercedes from Glee, to Tufts: "I'm Beyonce. I ain't no Kelly Rowland."
