And the cuts begin.
Well, as a few of you know, I am applying for Grad school at CSU Chico. As is part of the application, I need to do a Statement of Purpose. This statement needs to be between 500 and 3500 characters long, not counting the spaces. Mine at the moment is standing around 7000. So I have to cut a Lot out. Mainly the entire starting paragraph is being cut. As I do not have a limit here, I am posting it in its entirety.
Enjoy,
Or not, it's up to you.
The first book that I picked up and really enjoyed was Anne McCaffery's "DragonSong." I had just entered seventh grade, and my father told me, in no uncertain terms, that I would be entering The Battle of the Books. This was a club where the kids read from a set book list, then were tested in a reading comprehension and retention competition against other schools. I was angry and frustrated because, at the time, I was more interested in TV and hanging out with my friends, then in books, and I thought reading was a waist of time. Since it was my father, whom I had looked up to for longer then I could remember, telling me, I entered the high school library to see what books I had to read. I walked over to the shelf that held all of the listed books, and began reading the titles. A few looked somewhat interesting at that time to me, but none really caught my eye. So, I closed my eyes and let my hand fall. I grasped the first one my hand touched and opened it; the title read, "Dragonsong." I found a small corner in the very back of the library, where no one would see me, as I did not want to be disturbed, nor have my friends make fun of me, and began to read. I must admit, I didn't enjoy the beginning, but because I had been ordered to read it, I checked the book out and took it home. Lying in bed later that night, I began to read again. I still was not happy, but by the time the heroine had left her home town, roughly half way through the book, I was so enthralled, that I didn't sleep that night. The next morning, my mother knocked on my bedroom door to wake me, as was normal, and what she heard surprised her. "Just one more chapter mom, then I'll go to sleep." Ever since I have been reading anything that even looks the slightest bit interesting. It was the beginning of my love for reading; I feel now, that it was one of the biggest contributors to who I am today and it was all thanks to my father.
Damn I really liked that part. Oh well, now it's down to 5800 roughlly. I'll probably post more later. If anything I'll post the finished product later.
Enjoy,
Or not, it's up to you.
The first book that I picked up and really enjoyed was Anne McCaffery's "DragonSong." I had just entered seventh grade, and my father told me, in no uncertain terms, that I would be entering The Battle of the Books. This was a club where the kids read from a set book list, then were tested in a reading comprehension and retention competition against other schools. I was angry and frustrated because, at the time, I was more interested in TV and hanging out with my friends, then in books, and I thought reading was a waist of time. Since it was my father, whom I had looked up to for longer then I could remember, telling me, I entered the high school library to see what books I had to read. I walked over to the shelf that held all of the listed books, and began reading the titles. A few looked somewhat interesting at that time to me, but none really caught my eye. So, I closed my eyes and let my hand fall. I grasped the first one my hand touched and opened it; the title read, "Dragonsong." I found a small corner in the very back of the library, where no one would see me, as I did not want to be disturbed, nor have my friends make fun of me, and began to read. I must admit, I didn't enjoy the beginning, but because I had been ordered to read it, I checked the book out and took it home. Lying in bed later that night, I began to read again. I still was not happy, but by the time the heroine had left her home town, roughly half way through the book, I was so enthralled, that I didn't sleep that night. The next morning, my mother knocked on my bedroom door to wake me, as was normal, and what she heard surprised her. "Just one more chapter mom, then I'll go to sleep." Ever since I have been reading anything that even looks the slightest bit interesting. It was the beginning of my love for reading; I feel now, that it was one of the biggest contributors to who I am today and it was all thanks to my father.
Damn I really liked that part. Oh well, now it's down to 5800 roughlly. I'll probably post more later. If anything I'll post the finished product later.