two days of time spent on UC personal statements but none of it in anyway productive. well i can’t say that ’cause obviously i ruled out certain topics to write about, certain ideas that are going to be cliches, typical sappy stories. but i didn’t think it was going to be this hard. maybe i’m just picky. maybe i just want my personal statement to be crystal clear perfect. maybe i’m putting all my efforts on to this essay to make up for my ‘meh grades. or maybe its cause i complain too much. or maybe cause i’m not as confident in my writing as i should be. ahh but of course, its probably D) all of the above.
but how can people expect that a world of only living 18 years of it has finally shaped the minds of people and compel them to believe that their calling is finally here, that their dreams are finally clear and that their aspirations are burning with fury to obtain that dream. i think its all bullshit. our last four years are compiled with “gotta get straight A’s (even though i might not even remember anything i’m learning)” , “gotta watch Gossip Girl (cause my life sucks and theirs is more interesting)”, ” gotta have the coolest clothes and that cool farmer’s scarf (that everyone’s neck is strangled with)” and then have those years swarmed with convoluted colloquial sex terms and drug names that everyone else somehow instinctively knows.
but somehow we end up pulling some miraculous shit out of our asses and come up with some reason/explanation (some amazingly inspirational and some that just fall off the cliff) as to how our world has shaped our goals and aspirations without writing something typical, cliche, blahblahblah.
but at least i’m not alone and at least i know that its something i’m gonna face and have to deal with cause everyone has, is, and will. complaining about it won’t do much, but i have to say, talking about how personal statements suck got me pouring out more words on paper than actually writing my personal statement.
