free-write on college application essay
I was experimenting with the Free-write/mind dump idea for brainstorming, and this is what came out from writing for 3 minutes. Thought I'd put it on here because it might just burn the page in my notebook if I don't dilute is through mechanical reproduction:
My story is my own, why should I share my most cherished memories and painful past experiences with you, a faceless stranger? Why would you want to listen to a story of an anonymous wannabe? My family's problems are none of anyone"s business, my memories are my own to keep and judge.
The proper office of a university is to teach me and prepare me intellectually for the career I choose in the world. Not only that, but to help me reveal myself as a worthy member of society and to help me aid humanity in my own subtle way/ What could you possibly have to do with the fact that I like grapes, or that I'm an immigrant, or that I stil sleep with stuffed animals?
My experience with diveristy, you say? The first time I saw a black person I was 7. He was a student from Sudan. I was interested. He seemed like a character from an exotic fairytale to me. After that, the next black people I saw demanded that I call them 'African-American' instead of Negro, and they were yelling at me in an unfamiliar language at the Immigration Control desk at DIA.
How's that for awareness of diversity?
And Ukraine is a country where they speak Ukrainian and Russian. Not the 'Ukraine language' as my high school councelor called it.
I hate hypocrites, prudes, and helpless people, and it seems that the world is overflowing at the rims with them. It seems like you want me to be one of them, to show you my cards just so you could judge me worthy of your university, to complain abotu my struggles and to praise my own accoplishments.
What does the fact that I will study History of Art hate to do with the tears I've shed from loneliness, cruel words, betrayal, disappointment, pity, self-doubt?
I say it like it is.
No.
I do it like it is, that's why this college application essay is so hard.
Why waste words?
My story is my own, why should I share my most cherished memories and painful past experiences with you, a faceless stranger? Why would you want to listen to a story of an anonymous wannabe? My family's problems are none of anyone"s business, my memories are my own to keep and judge.
The proper office of a university is to teach me and prepare me intellectually for the career I choose in the world. Not only that, but to help me reveal myself as a worthy member of society and to help me aid humanity in my own subtle way/ What could you possibly have to do with the fact that I like grapes, or that I'm an immigrant, or that I stil sleep with stuffed animals?
My experience with diveristy, you say? The first time I saw a black person I was 7. He was a student from Sudan. I was interested. He seemed like a character from an exotic fairytale to me. After that, the next black people I saw demanded that I call them 'African-American' instead of Negro, and they were yelling at me in an unfamiliar language at the Immigration Control desk at DIA.
How's that for awareness of diversity?
And Ukraine is a country where they speak Ukrainian and Russian. Not the 'Ukraine language' as my high school councelor called it.
I hate hypocrites, prudes, and helpless people, and it seems that the world is overflowing at the rims with them. It seems like you want me to be one of them, to show you my cards just so you could judge me worthy of your university, to complain abotu my struggles and to praise my own accoplishments.
What does the fact that I will study History of Art hate to do with the tears I've shed from loneliness, cruel words, betrayal, disappointment, pity, self-doubt?
I say it like it is.
No.
I do it like it is, that's why this college application essay is so hard.
Why waste words?