TOPIC Describe when and how you became interested in art, design, writing, architecture, or the particular major to which you are applying. Describe how this interest has manifested itself in your daily life. The essay should be 250-500 words.
When I was young I hated superheros. Spiderman, Batman, Superman, whatever. You name it I probably hated it. Whenever those cartoons came on I would immediately roll my eyes and hurry to change the channel. Being able to shoot spider webs from your hands, come on. Who would even want that anyway. Superheros were nothing but big fakes, even at that age I knew that a man in a cape saving the world was complete bs. Instead of looking up to burly men in obnoxious costumes, I looked up to people who had real powers. People who could make whatever they wanted with just their hands. Artists. Just like how my classmates were infatuated by the superheros on the tv screen, I was captivated by my mother's superpower. Whenever she was painting I was there by her side, passing her new colors, paintbrushes and even trying to mimic what she was painting with my crayola watercolor set. Just like my mother, my grandmother was another one of my "super heros". Everything she created was viewed as a masterpiece in my eyes. They always encourage me and were my number one fans. I knew that one day I wanted to be just like them.
Along with my childhood, one of my superheros slowly faded away. My first wave of reality hit me and hit me hard. I was not a child anymore and I had no clue what I was supposed to do. I couldn't let my heros down. My life was consumed by phony friends, hateful people and boys who didn't notice me. That was my whole world. To me there was nothing beyond that. Waking up each day was immense undertaking. I was at war. Should I fight this? or do I just let the darkness win? no I shouldn't. Do I take the easy way out? would anyone notice? Those questions went through my head every waking second of everyday. The worst part about it is that I was drowning and no one seemed to notice or if they did they didn't care enough to send me a raft. After coming close to the end many times I decided that if no one else was going to fight for me I had to. I was desperate for someone to save me but I realized I was the only one who could. So I taught myself how to swim.
That month decided to take a huge risk and sign up for the summer intensive studies at Parsons The New School for Design. Ive always had an eye for fashion and decided that I should give it a try. With something to look forward to I became a lot more optimistic about life. When I arrived in NYC aka the city of my dreams all I had was determination and a suitcase full of brand new art supplies(and maybe a couple others filled with clothes). It was the most rewarding month of my life. For the first time in my life I fell in love. With fashion design. I was able to express myself in a way that I never could before. I finally found something that I love and wouldn't mind spending my whole life doing. I knew that this is what I wanted to do. This is my superpower.
Everyday I wake up and think about how I can improve. I am far from where I want to be but I am also far from where I started. I am a firm believer that every single day is an investment for the future. I do at least one thing a day, no matter how small, that will help me to get to where I want to be. I have big ambitions and I know that I will never achieve them if I do not work as hard as I possibly can. Being able to create fashion is one thing that keeps me going no matter what other stuff is going on around me. Everything I have overcome just gives me more motivation to work harder and harder. My old feelings of hopelessness comes back every once and a while but I know that I can get over anything if I just believe in myself as much as my superheros believed in me.
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When I was young I hated superheros. Spiderman, Batman, Superman, whatever. You name it I probably hated it. Whenever those cartoons came on I would immediately roll my eyes and hurry to change the channel. Being able to shoot spider webs from your hands, come on. Who would even want that anyway. Superheros were nothing but big fakes, even at that age I knew that a man in a cape saving the world was complete bs. Instead of looking up to burly men in obnoxious costumes, I looked up to people who had real powers. People who could make whatever they wanted with just their hands. Artists. Just like how my classmates were infatuated by the superheros on the tv screen, I was captivated by my mother's superpower. Whenever she was painting I was there by her side, passing her new colors, paintbrushes and even trying to mimic what she was painting with my crayola watercolor set. Just like my mother, my grandmother was another one of my "super heros". Everything she created was viewed as a masterpiece in my eyes. They always encourage me and were my number one fans. I knew that one day I wanted to be just like them.
Along with my childhood, one of my superheros slowly faded away. My first wave of reality hit me and hit me hard. I was not a child anymore and I had no clue what I was supposed to do. I couldn't let my heros down. My life was consumed by phony friends, hateful people and boys who didn't notice me. That was my whole world. To me there was nothing beyond that. Waking up each day was immense undertaking. I was at war. Should I fight this? or do I just let the darkness win? no I shouldn't. Do I take the easy way out? would anyone notice? Those questions went through my head every waking second of everyday. The worst part about it is that I was drowning and no one seemed to notice or if they did they didn't care enough to send me a raft. After coming close to the end many times I decided that if no one else was going to fight for me I had to. I was desperate for someone to save me but I realized I was the only one who could. So I taught myself how to swim.
That month decided to take a huge risk and sign up for the summer intensive studies at Parsons The New School for Design. Ive always had an eye for fashion and decided that I should give it a try. With something to look forward to I became a lot more optimistic about life. When I arrived in NYC aka the city of my dreams all I had was determination and a suitcase full of brand new art supplies(and maybe a couple others filled with clothes). It was the most rewarding month of my life. For the first time in my life I fell in love. With fashion design. I was able to express myself in a way that I never could before. I finally found something that I love and wouldn't mind spending my whole life doing. I knew that this is what I wanted to do. This is my superpower.
Everyday I wake up and think about how I can improve. I am far from where I want to be but I am also far from where I started. I am a firm believer that every single day is an investment for the future. I do at least one thing a day, no matter how small, that will help me to get to where I want to be. I have big ambitions and I know that I will never achieve them if I do not work as hard as I possibly can. Being able to create fashion is one thing that keeps me going no matter what other stuff is going on around me. Everything I have overcome just gives me more motivation to work harder and harder. My old feelings of hopelessness comes back every once and a while but I know that I can get over anything if I just believe in myself as much as my superheros believed in me.
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