November 26th, 2005


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The final Stanford short answer question: "Write a note to your future roommate relating a personal experience that reveals something about you" (1500-1600 characters limit).

Excuse you?!

Dear roommate,
Here I sit at my keyboard, diet coke in hand, struggling to begin the final task that stands between me and the completion of my Stanford application: I am to attempt to define myself and squeeze a description of my personality into a single experience and a mere 1500 characters. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not the type who enjoys talking incessantly about herself or even analyzing how she may be perceived by others (although I'm sure these points could be debated. After all, I do have a livejournal), I just fear that the restrictions placed on such a broad and reflective question will leave you with a very inaccurate and incomplete view of who I am. Now, I could at least try to obey the assignment and use the remaining space to share with you a self-defining, identity revealing, two-hundred word anecdote (because aren't we all full of those?), but I still fear that might be insufficient. Therefore, I will leave you with this: Have a good year at Stanford. I obviously will not being seeing you because I can't answer the freakin' essay question.
Your potential (but very, very, extremely unlikely) future roommate,

(That's not my actual essay. I haven't started it yet because I have NO IDEA what to write.)

Okay, maybe I'm dramatic and need to let go of my "oh god poor me I have to describe myself in such a limited amount of space" mind set but I hate having such broad questions with such ridiculous restrictions. I know I should swallow my pride and just follow instructions (I mean, the whole thing really isn't THAT big of a deal) but I feel like there is so much pressure to depict myself accurately. I guess that's an impossible task when I'm being evaluated by a few thousand characters, numbers and a piece of paper. The thought of not having that control both stresses me out and relaxes me simultaneously, although, unfortunately, I think I would place more emphasis on the former (unless that means I have a superiority complex that causes me to function under the assumption that if hte admissions officers DID in fact have an accurate idea of who I was, I would be accepted. I don't think that's the cause of my concern though! I just don't like all of this uncertainty.)God damn you, college apps! God damn you, irrational anxiety!

Eh, screw Stanford for tonight. It's Saturday and I shall not be taken down by bullshit like this!

[Oh, but in the meantime do any of you have any ideas as to what I should write about? Any input would be greatly appreciated! Think of this as one of those "if your eyes are passing over this you have to indulge me and give me attention and share a memory of me" memes! :) ]
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