things i don't tell to colleges
I’ve been nonstop writing for the past two weeks, finishing up college essays answering some deep introspective questions. I’ve thought a lot about the parts of myself that I want to “impress” colleges with, but I realized how much there is about me that I don’t share with colleges -- thoughts that go beyond a 350-word limit that admissions officers might not care about, but are valuable to me. So, I’m taking a brief moment to appreciate these moments, as it’s important to reflect on the little things. I find peace in the way the breeze hits my face in the early spring, walking from Uni to Kenney amidst the pink buds preparing to bloom on the trees that line my path. I don’t, however, enjoy when I accidentally miss the first step on the way up the Kenney building, tripping on dirt but inevitably reacting the same way every time: laughing it off and saying, “Nice.” I feel achieved when I refill my water bottle three (3!) times in one school day. I haven’t fixed the cracked sole of
