I need to send this out asap, but it's 40 words above the 500 limit. Any ideas on cutting down??
Cornell College of Arts and Sciences Supplement:
Past. Future. The former haunts us with its solidity, the latter taunts us with its ambiguity. They are immortal twins of time, playing tug of war with the troubled middle child, the Present. It's constantly moving forward, yet constantly running away from us. What seems to be a nebulous future can become an adamant past in just a few moments. I used to lay for hours and hours in a state of pensiveness in my bed, trying my best to rearrange the past in my dreams. I had hesitated from opening my mouth and saying something that would later embarrass me. Michael Jackson had hired a different doctor to help him prepare for his tour. The terrorists boarding American Airlines Flight 11 and United Airlines Flight 175 just missed their flight. Each night I slumbered with the satisfaction that the past might be different when I woke up, and each day I'd awake to find it was just the same. I was so preoccupied with the past I had imagined in my head that I neglected the present, and my perception of reality was in turmoil. What I didn't want to believe had never happened, and what I wanted to happen I believed in.
Criticism is appreciated, but I really need to know how to cut it down. Thanks!
Cornell College of Arts and Sciences Supplement:
Past. Future. The former haunts us with its solidity, the latter taunts us with its ambiguity. They are immortal twins of time, playing tug of war with the troubled middle child, the Present. It's constantly moving forward, yet constantly running away from us. What seems to be a nebulous future can become an adamant past in just a few moments. I used to lay for hours and hours in a state of pensiveness in my bed, trying my best to rearrange the past in my dreams. I had hesitated from opening my mouth and saying something that would later embarrass me. Michael Jackson had hired a different doctor to help him prepare for his tour. The terrorists boarding American Airlines Flight 11 and United Airlines Flight 175 just missed their flight. Each night I slumbered with the satisfaction that the past might be different when I woke up, and each day I'd awake to find it was just the same. I was so preoccupied with the past I had imagined in my head that I neglected the present, and my perception of reality was in turmoil. What I didn't want to believe had never happened, and what I wanted to happen I believed in.
Criticism is appreciated, but I really need to know how to cut it down. Thanks!