I think it would go under this one:
Describe a character in fiction, a historical figure, or a creative work (as in art, music, science, etc.) that has had an influence on you, and explain that influence.
(Or should it be significant experience, or the topic of your choice one? Help!)
"Home"
Home is where my heart is.
It was a hot July afternoon. My sister and I were walking through the busy streets of New York City, making our way to the Museum of Modern Art. Though my sister had been to every museum in New York City at least twice, I had never been inside the MoMA. "You'll love it!" she told me as we turned onto Museum Mile. "There's an entire Salvador Dali exhibit up. Do you know him? I think you'd like him," she said as we entered the lobby of the MoMA. The museum was already crowded, though it was ten minutes before opening. After paying for my ticket, I made my way to the gallery of American painters, turned each corner, glanced at each painting, and read each blurb.
My sister and I separated and, after a series of rights and lefts, I found her, staring at a single painting pushed up against a corner. It was entitled Christina's World by Andrew Wyeth. At first I was puzzled as to why my sister was so entranced by this simplistic painting. There was nothing alluring in the orange-gray field; not even the sky had the ability to sustain life, but then I noticed a girl in a pink dress-a single girl sitting in the field with her back to us. In the not-so-far distance a house stood, and the girl appeared to be crawling towards the house, a single arm outstretched, struggling. "Look at how she struggles for home. Look at how she's longing to reach it, and how close she is, yet how far away it still is," my sister said. "It's like every person's perpetual longing to reach home."
I had not given much thought to the concept of home until later that summer. I was on the computer researching the background of American painters, and I stumbled upon Christina's World on an art history website. "What is home?" I had asked myself while watching the girl's struggle once again. "Where is Christina's home? Why is she struggling for it?" I continued to wonder. I thought about how I could have asked everyone in the world to define "home" but few people would be able to give me a concrete answer. I thought about how I would define home if asked, but my thoughts would not coalesce. Home was an abstraction to me, born of the many books and movies of my childhood. I could only imagine a two-story house with an acre-wide backyard, breakfast made by my mother every morning, and nights spent watching movies with my father-things which were not of my own home, but were illusions of a home I wish I had.
I grew up listening to the adage, "Home is where the heart is." Only now, as a seventeen-year-old, do I understand what it means. In everything I do, whether it is writing a poem, choreographing a dance, or giving a friend advice, I try to put all of my heart into it. I try to give no less than my best effort. Investing a piece of my heart into every person I talk to and into every piece of art I create helps me feel at home. I feel as if my home is everywhere because I leave a part of myself with every person I talk to, every place I go, and everything I do. I never feel homeless because every day gives me an opportunity to create, and every day offers me a chance to communicate. Home is no longer an illusion of stereotypical family scenes but a more genuine reality to me, one built on the foundation of creation and bolstered by passion.
Some days I feel as vulnerable and reluctant as Christina must have felt as she crawled to her house, fighting the wind that bludgeoned her hair into her face. Sometimes I feel lost without a single, stable home that I can always go to for protection. I counter this vulnerable feeling by just remembering what my home is, the culmination of relationships and efforts that each hold a part of my heart. Like Christina, I have the wonderful ability to see home from a unique angle-from the foundation to its rooftop-its conception to its creation. Because I have struggled to understand the true meaning of "home" for so long, I appreciate what it is for me now and how limitless its possibilities are.
I can never be homeless-everywhere is home.
Link to the picture: arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/americanscene/images/Andre wWyeth-Christinas-World-1948.jpg
Since it focuses on a creative work, I think this essay goes under "Describe a character in fiction, a historical figure, or a creative work (as in art, music, science, etc.) that has had an influence on you, and explain that influence."
I have one minor correction, but just my opinion:
I grew up listening to the adage, "Home is where the heart is." Only now, as a seventeen year old high school senior, do I understand what it means.
Overall, I like it, and the painting is interesting.
Please comment on mine!
"There's an entire Salvador Dali exhibit up. Do you know him? I think you'd like him," she said as we entered the lobby of the MoMA.
There was nothing alluring in the orange-gray field; not even the sky had the ability to sustain life, but then I noticed a girl in a pink dress--a single girl sitting in the field with her back turned towards us.
Look at how she's longing to reach it, and how close she is but ,yet how far away it still is," my sister said. "It's like every person's perpetual longing to reach home."
I could only imagine a two-story house with an acre-wide backyard, breakfast made by my mother every morning, and nights spent watching movies with my father;things which were not of my own home, but were illusions of a home I wish I had.
I grew up listening to the adage, "Home is where the heart is." Only now, as a seventeen year old senior , do I understand what it means.
Return the favor please and read my essay:
I really liked this essay, and have only one small correction
After paying for my ticket, I made my way to the gallery of American painters, turned each corner, glanced at each painting, and read everyeach blurb.
it flows better, and is parallel to the other words around it.
overall, though, good job!
wow. i liked the content of your essay. and that is very mature and sensible conclusion that you have reached. i'm sure this will impress the admissions officers. just make sure to tidy up the little mistakes. just make the last sentence part of the last paragraph. it makes it look awkward by itself. use the word consolidate instead of coalesce. coalesce is more used to show that two entities are being merged, whereas cosolidate shows how all things are coming together. idk, personal preference i guess. this is a very well written essay. good luck.
