Imagine looking through a window at any environment that is particularly significant to you. Reflect on the scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why it is meaningful to you. Please limit your statement to 300 words.
I'm sitting in a waiting room. Other suitors sit beside me murmuring, waiting to get hitched to this videogame firm. This morning I woke up at seven and practiced my lines for the interview getting dressed. I left my tiny apartment and took the bus to the game studio where I was hoping to be a character designer. I sat in the bus whilst a train drove past. A train of thoughts of how, in my high school years I felt hopeless. Thinking that the rest of my life would be spent selling plastic to my father's clients. I remember how all my friends used to look at my 'doodles' and ask me why I didn't want to pursue this field getting no Today I am in this utopia, commuting to my dream job.
The waiting room has a glass wall to one side, on which there is a door that opens to the office. Through the glass, my future is visible. Offices and Cubicles occupied by iMac computers and Graphics tablets, heaps of blank paper and all kinds of pencils and colors. At one side of the room, are the programmers, converting coffee into lines and lines of code. As you walk to the other side of the office, the tapping noise of keyboards fades away and you start hearing the scratching of pen on tablets and can see art being created on every screen. I feel utter fascination and think, "This is how I want to spend the rest of my life. I want to create stuff, not sell it."
This is my dream environment. This humble workplace. For me, this dream is farfetched and there are some issues that keep it at bay. But there is no reason I can't bend my life around it, is there?
I'm sitting in a waiting room. Other suitors sit beside me murmuring, waiting to get hitched to this videogame firm. This morning I woke up at seven and practiced my lines for the interview getting dressed. I left my tiny apartment and took the bus to the game studio where I was hoping to be a character designer. I sat in the bus whilst a train drove past. A train of thoughts of how, in my high school years I felt hopeless. Thinking that the rest of my life would be spent selling plastic to my father's clients. I remember how all my friends used to look at my 'doodles' and ask me why I didn't want to pursue this field getting no Today I am in this utopia, commuting to my dream job.
The waiting room has a glass wall to one side, on which there is a door that opens to the office. Through the glass, my future is visible. Offices and Cubicles occupied by iMac computers and Graphics tablets, heaps of blank paper and all kinds of pencils and colors. At one side of the room, are the programmers, converting coffee into lines and lines of code. As you walk to the other side of the office, the tapping noise of keyboards fades away and you start hearing the scratching of pen on tablets and can see art being created on every screen. I feel utter fascination and think, "This is how I want to spend the rest of my life. I want to create stuff, not sell it."
This is my dream environment. This humble workplace. For me, this dream is farfetched and there are some issues that keep it at bay. But there is no reason I can't bend my life around it, is there?
