College essay Possibility - 498 words
I am legally blind in my left eye. I don't have the closure of a completely blind eye or the lucky cure of contact lenses. With my eye, I am in the rather hopeless position where I see through blurs, unfixable with surgery or modern lenses. Every time I must explain my eye, it takes five then-wasted minutes. In this place between blurriness and clarity, I have discovered the ability to create a balance between the opposing forces. From this, I have found a freedom solely my own.
But I only discovered this thanks to my favorite artist, Dale Chihuly. On a restless Saturday last November, after my mom's then-recent diagnosis of cancer, I had to get away. I had spent the whole week tending to my sister's state at the news and was working extra hard to make things cheerier with my extremely poor (but highly comical!) Jeff Foxworthy and George Bush impressions. But after forcing smiles for a week, I needed to get out. Roxanne (my 1998 cherry red Honda CRV with squeaky brakes named after Rostand’s heroine) and I flew as fast as we could, trying escape. Realizing that I only had $10 in my wallet, my fantasies of a pleasant solitary lunch on Palm Beach Island were dashed and cheaper options mulled around. I ended up choosing a local Cuban tacqueria that my Spanish Honors Society often visits. Tulipan and I reunited with pastries galore. But still, my restlessness refused to depart, even after my stomach's growling ceased. Realizing that my local art museum had Saturday free admission to county residents, I decided to culturally enrich myself. After aimlessly wandering around priceless art, I strolled into the room that quite possibly changed my perspective forever. Above my head was a glass ceiling, and resting upon it were beautiful, colorful, vibrant pieces of blown glass blown in the shapes of the sea: eels, fish, sea fans, coral, giant clams, seaweed and all that live in the deep blue. Overwhelmed, I let only my legally blind eye see. The shapes and colors became soft, and my stress bled away. I then looked with both eyes and saw everything come together. The big picture became the masterpiece, and I finally found the power of my eyes.
My eyes offer me the opportunity to see the big picture first then focus on the details. By simply letting my right eye close and let my left eye do the work, I can see the basic outline of things, getting a feel for the shapes and basics of what's going. But when I need to focus on the details, I simply open my right eye and see the whole project come together. With this ability, I can lead and plan effectively, manage and value responsibility, and understand what is happening around me with calm effectiveness. Thus, I’ve enabled myself to pursue politics and literature. By overcoming my “defect”, I’ve built the confidence and skills to pursue my passions and leadership goals.
But I only discovered this thanks to my favorite artist, Dale Chihuly. On a restless Saturday last November, after my mom's then-recent diagnosis of cancer, I had to get away. I had spent the whole week tending to my sister's state at the news and was working extra hard to make things cheerier with my extremely poor (but highly comical!) Jeff Foxworthy and George Bush impressions. But after forcing smiles for a week, I needed to get out. Roxanne (my 1998 cherry red Honda CRV with squeaky brakes named after Rostand’s heroine) and I flew as fast as we could, trying escape. Realizing that I only had $10 in my wallet, my fantasies of a pleasant solitary lunch on Palm Beach Island were dashed and cheaper options mulled around. I ended up choosing a local Cuban tacqueria that my Spanish Honors Society often visits. Tulipan and I reunited with pastries galore. But still, my restlessness refused to depart, even after my stomach's growling ceased. Realizing that my local art museum had Saturday free admission to county residents, I decided to culturally enrich myself. After aimlessly wandering around priceless art, I strolled into the room that quite possibly changed my perspective forever. Above my head was a glass ceiling, and resting upon it were beautiful, colorful, vibrant pieces of blown glass blown in the shapes of the sea: eels, fish, sea fans, coral, giant clams, seaweed and all that live in the deep blue. Overwhelmed, I let only my legally blind eye see. The shapes and colors became soft, and my stress bled away. I then looked with both eyes and saw everything come together. The big picture became the masterpiece, and I finally found the power of my eyes.
My eyes offer me the opportunity to see the big picture first then focus on the details. By simply letting my right eye close and let my left eye do the work, I can see the basic outline of things, getting a feel for the shapes and basics of what's going. But when I need to focus on the details, I simply open my right eye and see the whole project come together. With this ability, I can lead and plan effectively, manage and value responsibility, and understand what is happening around me with calm effectiveness. Thus, I’ve enabled myself to pursue politics and literature. By overcoming my “defect”, I’ve built the confidence and skills to pursue my passions and leadership goals.