My dad was recently cleaning up his computer files and found my admissions essay to Harvard College. I haven’t so much as looked at the essay since 2008, when I applied. Attending Harvard was a tightly held dream of mine since 8th grade. My senior year of high school I did apply and was interviewed, but ultimately turned down.
And I’m so glad I was.
I ended up exactly where I needed to be, at an amazing college that granted me an amazing education; not to mention landing in a town where I met and married my husband.
It’s funny to read this essay 5 years after it was written. How much has changed! How much I’ve changed. Though I think I’ll need some time to process all of the nuances, I wanted to share this piece of my rambling past with you.
An unmistakable rumble interrupted the still night. It was the sound of the rolloff truck that habitually lands in my driveway; and as usual my father climbed out of the green trash machine, his blue coveralls smeared with dust and grease. Within a matter of seconds my living room had become a processing center for other people’s trash, which was apparently our treasure. [Read more...]