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I am suddenly plunged into deep melancholiness because I think I will end up at Cascadia Community College because there are really no interesting points in my life. Well that's not true, of course there are a tons and tons but do I want to write about them for a college app? No. No I do not.
Dad: How are your college essays coming?
Me: Fine.
Dad: Would you like me to read them or look them over for you?
Me: No thanks.
Dad: What did you write about?
Me: Um... something about France (the default answer. There must be something that I did in France that defines me as a person in 250 words or less. Maybe the time I got on the wrong bus shows that I am a curious, inquisitive explorer. See? I can't think of anything!)
Me: Runs discreetly but very quickly upstairs.
My brother has an electric guitar and I think I will have to throw it out of the window if he keeps playing it any longer. Now I love music very much, even/especially if the musician is creating as they go along. But I draw the line at this racket coming from the adjoining room.
Dad: How are your college essays coming?
Me: Fine.
Dad: Would you like me to read them or look them over for you?
Me: No thanks.
Dad: What did you write about?
Me: Um... something about France (the default answer. There must be something that I did in France that defines me as a person in 250 words or less. Maybe the time I got on the wrong bus shows that I am a curious, inquisitive explorer. See? I can't think of anything!)
Me: Runs discreetly but very quickly upstairs.
My brother has an electric guitar and I think I will have to throw it out of the window if he keeps playing it any longer. Now I love music very much, even/especially if the musician is creating as they go along. But I draw the line at this racket coming from the adjoining room.