Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Blockhead

Tried to write my essay for the common app today. Ugh. Bad idea. Writing 500 words about anything you want should be easy for someone who supposedly likes writing right? WRONG. I guess what I experienced today wasn't technically writers block, because I was putting something down on paper, I just didn't like any of it. For some dumb reason I thought the essay would be the easy part of my college apps. I had this misguided vision of poignant, meaningful and hilarious words flowing forth from me, which would inspire my dream schools to hand over a dazzling scholarship. Not so much. My english teacher last year said that picking a topic would be the hardest part of writing my college essay, and I think she was right. No huge, mind boggling person or event stuck out at me when reading the prompts, so I thought I would just write about some cute trivial aspect of my life and tie it up in a neat metaphor about who I am as a person. But the problem with trivial subjects is that they kind of suck. I think colleges want to know a little bit more about me than what my favorite movie is, or that I really enjoyed my summer vacation. So...shit. Why hasn't anything meaningful happened to me? I mean, I don't think I lack meaning as a person. There are people in my life that are important to me, events that have stuck with me for one reason or another, but nothing jumps up out of my brain and screams "essay worthy!"So i haven't nursed sick orphans or lost someone really close to me. I didn't rise up out of poverty or confront the school bully. In kindergarten I memorized all the lyrics to Weird Al's take on American Pie. That's gotta count for something, right?

Oh, I wrote a poem while we were talking about college essays in english that seems appropriate here:

Vassar with my magic money
an author with my magic brains
A hottie who will call me honey
God, I must be going insane

Truth is, my license has it right
brown hair, brown eyes, brown life
an average girl of average height

what makes me pop what makes me sing?
even my feeling of lame is kinda mundane
500 words are supposed to strain
an interesting person with so much to bring

the question I ask but don't want to be:
what if there aren't 500 words unique about me?

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