Is it naive or do it sound like communism...? Please give me some advice... Thank you soooo much! Plus, I am not a native speaker, so I will really appreciate it if you would help correct my grammar mistakes :)
Prompt: Applying to college can be serious business; yet we're eager to get to know you in a less formal way. Have fun answering the following question: If you had a theme song - a piece of music that describes you best - what would it be and why? Please include the name of the song and the artist. (Limit response to 150 words)
"Imagine. Imagine there are no countries, no discrimination, and no violence; people share knowledge and technology with others without selfishness." When I was a little girl, I once murmured my imagination, but was soon interrupted brutally. "NaĂŻve dreamer." Someone laughed, which confused me. Was it really that hard? Why could not the world be as one when people held the same belief? However, it was not the first time and I kept silent finally.
I secretly persisted in my imagination but my confusion did not vanish until I heard <Imagine> by John Lennon for the first time. The song contained exactly the same seemly whimsical imagination as mine. John Lennon confessed he was a dreamer, too. What was different and the most important was he told me I was not the only one.
He was a dreamer; he was a doer. He imagined the heavenly world; he wrote the song. I played the song over and over again; then I wrote this essay.
Listen the song; join me.
Prompt: Applying to college can be serious business; yet we're eager to get to know you in a less formal way. Have fun answering the following question: If you had a theme song - a piece of music that describes you best - what would it be and why? Please include the name of the song and the artist. (Limit response to 150 words)
"Imagine. Imagine there are no countries, no discrimination, and no violence; people share knowledge and technology with others without selfishness." When I was a little girl, I once murmured my imagination, but was soon interrupted brutally. "NaĂŻve dreamer." Someone laughed, which confused me. Was it really that hard? Why could not the world be as one when people held the same belief? However, it was not the first time and I kept silent finally.
I secretly persisted in my imagination but my confusion did not vanish until I heard <Imagine> by John Lennon for the first time. The song contained exactly the same seemly whimsical imagination as mine. John Lennon confessed he was a dreamer, too. What was different and the most important was he told me I was not the only one.
He was a dreamer; he was a doer. He imagined the heavenly world; he wrote the song. I played the song over and over again; then I wrote this essay.
Listen the song; join me.
