In the space provided, please write a concise narrative in which you describe a meaningful event, experience or accomplishment in your life and how it will affect your college experience or your contribution to the UF campus community.
Sitting on the edge of the cliff of discovery, I watch myself write. Sentences, words, syllables, letters -- all pass onto the page but none hit home. I see myself writing and I realize something about myself. A wave of introspection washes the sand of innocence from my shores and leaves me sitting, anxious of the life ahead of me. I'm not like most people; I firmly believe idolatry is unhealthy. However, Ray Bradbury is the caped paladin to my damsel-in-distress.
It's a hobby of mine to get lost in a really, really good book; but truth be told, some of the best books I've ever read I've had to read for school. In 10th grade, I read Fahrenheit 451 and it changed my way of thinking. I know the book's purpose was to make everyone aware of censorship, but that wasn't the only thing I learned from it. I've read Fahrenheit 451 more than the average high school senior has and every time I read it, there's always one quote that sticks out more than the rest. "Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. ...To hell with that" (Bradbury).
Most of my life I just assumed I'd go to medical school. There was never a moment where I questioned what I was doing or questioned my motives until I read Fahrenheit 451. Clarisse Clemmons used to question Guy Montag about why he was a firefighter and most importantly, if he was happy. It made me think, "Why do I want to go to medical school? Why do I want to be a doctor?" I realized I couldn't answer either of my questions. It wasn't until this past summer that I came to a conclusion what I want to major in. I simply asked myself, "What do I want to be when I grow up?" and the only thing I could think of was happy. When I grow up, I want to be happy. I want to choose a career that makes me happy. I'm majoring in pre-dental. "Why?" My orthodontist is the happiest, employed person I know. I want to be just like him.
My mom always says to me "Remember, life was not created sweet. You have to make your life sweet." I am concerned about the time I lost. It is my fault alone, I know this. Whether at the University of Florida, or anywhere else, I'm going to start making up for this lost time; I'm going to start making better decisions and I'll be an overall happier person.
I feel like I'm not on topic. I know my conclusion doesn't really fit with the rest of the essay, I'm trying to work on it, but any feedback would be much appreciated!
Sweet Life
Sitting on the edge of the cliff of discovery, I watch myself write. Sentences, words, syllables, letters -- all pass onto the page but none hit home. I see myself writing and I realize something about myself. A wave of introspection washes the sand of innocence from my shores and leaves me sitting, anxious of the life ahead of me. I'm not like most people; I firmly believe idolatry is unhealthy. However, Ray Bradbury is the caped paladin to my damsel-in-distress.
It's a hobby of mine to get lost in a really, really good book; but truth be told, some of the best books I've ever read I've had to read for school. In 10th grade, I read Fahrenheit 451 and it changed my way of thinking. I know the book's purpose was to make everyone aware of censorship, but that wasn't the only thing I learned from it. I've read Fahrenheit 451 more than the average high school senior has and every time I read it, there's always one quote that sticks out more than the rest. "Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. ...To hell with that" (Bradbury).
Most of my life I just assumed I'd go to medical school. There was never a moment where I questioned what I was doing or questioned my motives until I read Fahrenheit 451. Clarisse Clemmons used to question Guy Montag about why he was a firefighter and most importantly, if he was happy. It made me think, "Why do I want to go to medical school? Why do I want to be a doctor?" I realized I couldn't answer either of my questions. It wasn't until this past summer that I came to a conclusion what I want to major in. I simply asked myself, "What do I want to be when I grow up?" and the only thing I could think of was happy. When I grow up, I want to be happy. I want to choose a career that makes me happy. I'm majoring in pre-dental. "Why?" My orthodontist is the happiest, employed person I know. I want to be just like him.
My mom always says to me "Remember, life was not created sweet. You have to make your life sweet." I am concerned about the time I lost. It is my fault alone, I know this. Whether at the University of Florida, or anywhere else, I'm going to start making up for this lost time; I'm going to start making better decisions and I'll be an overall happier person.
I feel like I'm not on topic. I know my conclusion doesn't really fit with the rest of the essay, I'm trying to work on it, but any feedback would be much appreciated!
