personal WHAT?

Well, it sometimes seems like eras in my life are marked by that most dreaded of essays: THE PERSONAL STATEMENT. This is my third go around trying to write my life story in to an essay that conveys I am smart, interesting, motivated, and not annoying. This is a disgusting task.

I am so disgusted that I am writing this instead of working on it.

You know what annoys me the most about personal statements? The way you are supposed to convey a sense of purpose. Like for some length of time, I have been purposefully working toward this moment. Everything has meaning. Everything is fascinating. You can't go into something because it seemed like the best option. Cause you didn't like anything else better. Cause your cousin does it and she seems happy. Cause you drifted. Nope. That won't cut it.

Everything that has preceded this moment has been meaningful, altruistic, and fascinating. I was never bored and will never be bored. I have never wondered what the hell persuaded me to be a resident (and of course will never have such thoughts again). No ambivalence.

Just pure fascination.

Skipping down the yellow brick road,
Frieda