This is easily the weirdest essay I've ever written. I have a secondary backup essay in case this one is too...odd. Please critique this, I beg you, I will return the favor. The script format is my own creative decision.
Prompt: Much of the work that students do at Emerson College is a form of storytelling. If you were to write the story of your life until now, what would you title it and why? Please be brief
Essay:
FADE IN:
INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
The room is almost pitch black except for the blue glow of a laptop reflecting
on a young man's face in the corner of the room.
NAME OMITTED (V.O.)
The Significance of Insignificance.
INT. OMITTED HIGH SCHOOL -- DAY
We see the same young man walking down the crowded hallways of a high school in
slow motion.
NAME OMITTED (V.O.)
All my life I had been a slave to significant factors.
The young man waves to another student passing by in the hallway. A bright light
shines through a nearby window.
NAME OMITTED (V.O)
What I saw on the surface was all that existed. But my years in high school
were an awakening rather than a transition.
The intensity of the light drowns out the walls and the people so that only the
young man is visible walking into a white nothingness.
NAME OMITTED (V.O)
Now, I can finally see the colors in the darkness. The angels in the
architecture. I can finally embrace the insignificance of my own being
so that I can create something truly...significant.
INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
The young man is typing quickly on his laptop. Finally, he stops. He eyes the golden
"Submit" button at the button on his screen. He takes a deep breath, and clicks it.
CUT TO BLACK.
Prompt: Much of the work that students do at Emerson College is a form of storytelling. If you were to write the story of your life until now, what would you title it and why? Please be brief
Essay:
FADE IN:
INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
The room is almost pitch black except for the blue glow of a laptop reflecting
on a young man's face in the corner of the room.
NAME OMITTED (V.O.)
The Significance of Insignificance.
INT. OMITTED HIGH SCHOOL -- DAY
We see the same young man walking down the crowded hallways of a high school in
slow motion.
NAME OMITTED (V.O.)
All my life I had been a slave to significant factors.
The young man waves to another student passing by in the hallway. A bright light
shines through a nearby window.
NAME OMITTED (V.O)
What I saw on the surface was all that existed. But my years in high school
were an awakening rather than a transition.
The intensity of the light drowns out the walls and the people so that only the
young man is visible walking into a white nothingness.
NAME OMITTED (V.O)
Now, I can finally see the colors in the darkness. The angels in the
architecture. I can finally embrace the insignificance of my own being
so that I can create something truly...significant.
INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
The young man is typing quickly on his laptop. Finally, he stops. He eyes the golden
"Submit" button at the button on his screen. He takes a deep breath, and clicks it.
CUT TO BLACK.
