One day I swear I will be my own person
Applying to college is not particularly fun - believe me. But I am doing my essays and one of the questions from DePaul was to describe a personal challenge and who you turned to such and so forth. I really have not had any personal challenges before, admittedly I went through Katrina, but I don't want to USE that. Y'know?
Anyhow so I write this 100 word essay (give or take a hundred) about my personal sexuality crisis. I wasn't going to write about it at all, really, however my brother said the admission people eat that shit up. Plus I wanted it to be real. At least real for me - I didn't want to fake my college essay (one of them). So I sent the four DePaul ones to my mom and she just says, (literal quote from her e-mail to me) "I just don’t think that it is wise to tell the Sophie story as a part of your college entrance essay. I know that you are dying to tell this story, but it’s simply unwise to put it out there like this." The story wasn't about Sophie. It was about me. And what does she mean "out there like this", I know she is having some trouble dealing with the fact that I date girls (or as a friend calls me a functional lesbian), but really?! So she wrote me a whole entire other essay about Katrina. Which, yes, is very nice of her, but this is MY college experience. MY essay and, goddamnit, MY feelings. I just am so..... argh! Frustrated because she does this sort of thing all the time. She goes, "You are probably going too far there, Sara." Just...angst. I never used to be this angsty.
Really what it is, to me, is her telling me you should hide that part of your life from everyone because I don't like it. I don't think she is really doing that but it feels like it, and that really hurts. It's the classic "I love you. You're perfect. Now, change." (great musical by the way)
She has been doing all of these little things that add up to me being irrationally angry when she laughs at a joke on TV, which is ridiculous! I need help or maybe she does. Or maybe I just need to calm down.
It doesn't matter. I applied to DePaul with her Katrina essay....
One day I will be my own person....
sara
Anyhow so I write this 100 word essay (give or take a hundred) about my personal sexuality crisis. I wasn't going to write about it at all, really, however my brother said the admission people eat that shit up. Plus I wanted it to be real. At least real for me - I didn't want to fake my college essay (one of them). So I sent the four DePaul ones to my mom and she just says, (literal quote from her e-mail to me) "I just don’t think that it is wise to tell the Sophie story as a part of your college entrance essay. I know that you are dying to tell this story, but it’s simply unwise to put it out there like this." The story wasn't about Sophie. It was about me. And what does she mean "out there like this", I know she is having some trouble dealing with the fact that I date girls (or as a friend calls me a functional lesbian), but really?! So she wrote me a whole entire other essay about Katrina. Which, yes, is very nice of her, but this is MY college experience. MY essay and, goddamnit, MY feelings. I just am so..... argh! Frustrated because she does this sort of thing all the time. She goes, "You are probably going too far there, Sara." Just...angst. I never used to be this angsty.
Really what it is, to me, is her telling me you should hide that part of your life from everyone because I don't like it. I don't think she is really doing that but it feels like it, and that really hurts. It's the classic "I love you. You're perfect. Now, change." (great musical by the way)
She has been doing all of these little things that add up to me being irrationally angry when she laughs at a joke on TV, which is ridiculous! I need help or maybe she does. Or maybe I just need to calm down.
It doesn't matter. I applied to DePaul with her Katrina essay....
One day I will be my own person....
sara