Oct 30, 2006 15:14
They want me to write essays that say pick me, i'm the best because..., lookatme.lookatme.lookatme
I want to tell stories about Charles and Rita, Gregg and Sharon, Patti and the rest. Recount the experience of 14 hours in a van and the determination that still remained, months after it began (in fact, it began before that, even). Share pictures and faces and names. Write poetry. Let them into my soul. Bottle the hope that sometimes I see and sometimes I don't, and ship it out with my application fee.
In 700 words or less.
How do you sell yourself without selling out.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
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