Even though I spent this morning and yesterday morning writing for my applications, I'm not burned out. My essays are essentially stories about myself. I journal and write this blog, so clearly I enjoy writing about myself (how narcissistic), but college essays are different. They're more focused; whereas my journal entries aim to record for my future self what I've been up to, a college essay asks me to tell a story that I find important, and then tell the world--in this case, an admissions committee--how the events of the story impact me. I have written many.
I wrote about cleaning stalls.
|View from the barn towards the Richard Odman Memorial Manure Shed (right of wheelbarrow)|
|My not-so-phantom gelding and I pose for the camera|
|Scene at the trailhead of the hike which I wrote about: 5 AM.|
|Afternoon thunderstorm over Buck Mountain|
|One of the three kittens, Veronica|
Despite my indecision, and even though the deadline has me stressed, I'm confident I'll finish up with time to spare. I have every A block off this week, and my time management skills have grown so solid this year that I'm not really worried about getting my homework done, either. I might even sleep!
Writing this post has cost me half an hour, maybe forty-five minutes. I don't regret using my time this way, as I did need a break from telling an unknown admissions committee about my experiences hiking with an ice ax during a thunderstorm, but it is time for me to get back to work.
Happy birthday, Mommy!
|Evening photography by Lake Solitude, featuring my mother.|