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College essay, no prompt. my miguel essay simply wasn't very much me at all, so i scrapped it and kind of just did brain vomit. it's clearly very much influenced by the deleted boat scene from kissing jessica stein, which i watched last night cause i needed to remember how amazing that tirade was. anyway, this is it. any suggestions are welcome.
I am a rotten dancer, but I was nominated best female dancer in the 7th grade. I am still trying to figure out why. I slept on only a mattress for five years for my own incomprehensible reasons. I like office supplies the way stereotypical women like shoes and my acoustic guitar version of “Livin’ On a Prayer” is to be reckoned with. I look bad in orange.
I feel I don’t participate in enough community service and I want an education that serves to benefit someone other than myself. I annotate heavily. Neither my Psychology nor my European History textbook is every very grueling reading, but my Freshman Biology book ripped my eyeballs out with moldy green toothpicks (the ilk of which was once lodged in my left shin). I could discuss young adult queer fiction or television for longer than is probably appropriate. I want to know why inverse gender identities so often correlate with same-sex attraction. I have written parodies or original songs for four projects in history, Latin, and English.
If I had a fawn pug, I would name her Estelle. I prefer college ruled to wide ruled. I love my best friend so much it makes me cry, which is something I usually reserve for country music videos, My Girl, and breast cancer radio commercials in the morning. I am making myself like tea and I have always liked A Prairie Home Companion. The closest I have come to meditation has been when berry-picking. I live for my hippie, deeply-in-debt, magical smelly summer camp for quirky kids. I want to teach kids how to read and I want to learn how we learn, but tomorrow, I may want to own a bookstore or work for the postal service. I always wear underwear.
I am a rotten dancer, but I was nominated best female dancer in the 7th grade. I am still trying to figure out why. I slept on only a mattress for five years for my own incomprehensible reasons. I like office supplies the way stereotypical women like shoes and my acoustic guitar version of “Livin’ On a Prayer” is to be reckoned with. I look bad in orange.
I feel I don’t participate in enough community service and I want an education that serves to benefit someone other than myself. I annotate heavily. Neither my Psychology nor my European History textbook is every very grueling reading, but my Freshman Biology book ripped my eyeballs out with moldy green toothpicks (the ilk of which was once lodged in my left shin). I could discuss young adult queer fiction or television for longer than is probably appropriate. I want to know why inverse gender identities so often correlate with same-sex attraction. I have written parodies or original songs for four projects in history, Latin, and English.
If I had a fawn pug, I would name her Estelle. I prefer college ruled to wide ruled. I love my best friend so much it makes me cry, which is something I usually reserve for country music videos, My Girl, and breast cancer radio commercials in the morning. I am making myself like tea and I have always liked A Prairie Home Companion. The closest I have come to meditation has been when berry-picking. I live for my hippie, deeply-in-debt, magical smelly summer camp for quirky kids. I want to teach kids how to read and I want to learn how we learn, but tomorrow, I may want to own a bookstore or work for the postal service. I always wear underwear.