SMU -- it's awfully random/ramble-y but i think i like it.
The Admission Committee would like to know some of the things that your are thinking, laughing, or talking about at this time in your life.
As a senior in high school, it is almost a requisite by society that every activity done this year, every inside joke cracked, every moment be laced with nostalgia and sentimentality--after all, we are almost grown-ups thrown to the lions of the ‘real world’ that we have struggled so hard to become prepared for. Yet for the most part, we are really completely unprepared. Seniors spend the majority of their final year anxiously and excitedly counting down the days until they are handed liberty from the confines of high school; but, come graduation day, eyes are moist and good-byes are delayed as long as they can as seniors suddenly become reluctant to leave the place they have tried to break free from for so long. It is an age-long cliche, proved time and time again with each new “Class of ___”.
For me, it is 2006 and the story is no different. It is halfway through the school year, and my mind is a jumble of cotnradictory statements and bittersweet emotions. I, like a vast amount of my peers, am exuberant about inching closer and closer to walking across the stage and my hard work all four years finally paying off. However, it does not feel like it is almost over and that the curtain will almost fall. If anything, it seems like we are in a year-long intermission, awaiting the climax we know will come in May. A cloud of uncertainity and almost indifference is what fills my thoughts lately--where will I be eight months from now? Will I ever see any of these newfound friends again after we leave graduation? Are my promises to keep in touch made in vain? Maybe. These are all rhetorical questions to which only time has the answer. I recognize this, but it seems as if I am stuck in a middle ground where nothing quite hits me with the finality or certainty that it should and it almost bothers me--but I sometimes find pleasure in indulging in my naivety and pretending that the next five months will last a lifetime.
I prefer to live out this year day by day, with as least thought as possible towards the drastic changes to come. While my peers have already begun getting their acceptance letters from colleges, I am finishing my applications up in spurts here and there. My most comfortable niche lies in a corner, a cushy gray swivel chair purchased at a garage sale several years ago, that I sink into as my fingers click away at the keys and allow the blinking cursor to fill a page up with words as quickly as they come to mind. It is moments like these that I try to engrave into my memory, moments of solitude where I am alone in my house save the blaring music coming out of my two small speakers and the intensity of my thoughts splattering through the medium of my fingers and onto an untitled document. The direction of my writing changes almost as quickly as the songs on my shuffled 318-song play list, if I let it. However, I have to be disciplined. Stick to one train of thought, continue with it and elaborate on it. But my personality is best exemplified by my sporadic writing--it is how I am currently living life and the way I choose to look at it. Spontaneous yet thoughtful, eloquent yet unpretentious. Moments are fleeting so might as well embrace them as they occur as opposed to letting them slip away unnoticed due to overanalyzing what may or may not happen later.
Inevitably, however, I must come to terms with the reality that the future warrants consideration, a significant amount of it at that, and that procrastination will not make any of the adjustments any easier. It is now that I put into use my courage, drive and independence--qualities that I know I will need when I am finally on my own and faced to make my own decisions and no longer have the comfort of my blue locker-lined hallways or gray swivel chair. The things I do now will affect what I will be capable of later, and the way I organize myself and set priorities will set a precedent for my expectations of myself at a later time. After I turn in my gown and hang my royal blue cap decoratively in my room, the tassel already having had it’s fifteen seconds of fame, I will be face to face with the lions--the real world. Take a deep breath, hold my chin up, and put to practice what I have been getting ready for the last twelve years of my life. Friendships will be put to the ultimate test, both of time and distance. I will put myself to the ultimate test, pushing myself to limits I did not know previously existed and trying to be as successful as the people who love me expect me to be.
But that is all months away. For now, my only preoccupation is making the most out of my last few months left in high school, living in the moment and relishing in my niche. I will zealously continue to count down the days to graduation with fervor, and acknowledge the sentiment that tags along with the rest of the year. And perhaps when it ends, my stomach will fill with anxious knots and hesitant butterflies, but I will smile knowing I spent my last year well.
criticms/comments are accepted.
As a senior in high school, it is almost a requisite by society that every activity done this year, every inside joke cracked, every moment be laced with nostalgia and sentimentality--after all, we are almost grown-ups thrown to the lions of the ‘real world’ that we have struggled so hard to become prepared for. Yet for the most part, we are really completely unprepared. Seniors spend the majority of their final year anxiously and excitedly counting down the days until they are handed liberty from the confines of high school; but, come graduation day, eyes are moist and good-byes are delayed as long as they can as seniors suddenly become reluctant to leave the place they have tried to break free from for so long. It is an age-long cliche, proved time and time again with each new “Class of ___”.
For me, it is 2006 and the story is no different. It is halfway through the school year, and my mind is a jumble of cotnradictory statements and bittersweet emotions. I, like a vast amount of my peers, am exuberant about inching closer and closer to walking across the stage and my hard work all four years finally paying off. However, it does not feel like it is almost over and that the curtain will almost fall. If anything, it seems like we are in a year-long intermission, awaiting the climax we know will come in May. A cloud of uncertainity and almost indifference is what fills my thoughts lately--where will I be eight months from now? Will I ever see any of these newfound friends again after we leave graduation? Are my promises to keep in touch made in vain? Maybe. These are all rhetorical questions to which only time has the answer. I recognize this, but it seems as if I am stuck in a middle ground where nothing quite hits me with the finality or certainty that it should and it almost bothers me--but I sometimes find pleasure in indulging in my naivety and pretending that the next five months will last a lifetime.
I prefer to live out this year day by day, with as least thought as possible towards the drastic changes to come. While my peers have already begun getting their acceptance letters from colleges, I am finishing my applications up in spurts here and there. My most comfortable niche lies in a corner, a cushy gray swivel chair purchased at a garage sale several years ago, that I sink into as my fingers click away at the keys and allow the blinking cursor to fill a page up with words as quickly as they come to mind. It is moments like these that I try to engrave into my memory, moments of solitude where I am alone in my house save the blaring music coming out of my two small speakers and the intensity of my thoughts splattering through the medium of my fingers and onto an untitled document. The direction of my writing changes almost as quickly as the songs on my shuffled 318-song play list, if I let it. However, I have to be disciplined. Stick to one train of thought, continue with it and elaborate on it. But my personality is best exemplified by my sporadic writing--it is how I am currently living life and the way I choose to look at it. Spontaneous yet thoughtful, eloquent yet unpretentious. Moments are fleeting so might as well embrace them as they occur as opposed to letting them slip away unnoticed due to overanalyzing what may or may not happen later.
Inevitably, however, I must come to terms with the reality that the future warrants consideration, a significant amount of it at that, and that procrastination will not make any of the adjustments any easier. It is now that I put into use my courage, drive and independence--qualities that I know I will need when I am finally on my own and faced to make my own decisions and no longer have the comfort of my blue locker-lined hallways or gray swivel chair. The things I do now will affect what I will be capable of later, and the way I organize myself and set priorities will set a precedent for my expectations of myself at a later time. After I turn in my gown and hang my royal blue cap decoratively in my room, the tassel already having had it’s fifteen seconds of fame, I will be face to face with the lions--the real world. Take a deep breath, hold my chin up, and put to practice what I have been getting ready for the last twelve years of my life. Friendships will be put to the ultimate test, both of time and distance. I will put myself to the ultimate test, pushing myself to limits I did not know previously existed and trying to be as successful as the people who love me expect me to be.
But that is all months away. For now, my only preoccupation is making the most out of my last few months left in high school, living in the moment and relishing in my niche. I will zealously continue to count down the days to graduation with fervor, and acknowledge the sentiment that tags along with the rest of the year. And perhaps when it ends, my stomach will fill with anxious knots and hesitant butterflies, but I will smile knowing I spent my last year well.
criticms/comments are accepted.