Wandering Thoughts

(This excerpt was used as a supplement to the Common App that I wrote in high school when applying to colleges)

I'm the kind of girl who will randomly burst into laughter upon recollection of something that happened months ago. My thick and curly hair dangle like RNA strands, and I can't ever seem to find matching socks.

Philosophical conversations enthrall me. Who am I? What's real? Is anyone truly evil? I will continue searching for these answers I know are well beyond my realm.

In class I daydream about the intersection of quantum mechanics and genetic engineering. My heart pounds at the thought of an incredible future of innovation. My acuity for patterns and details will evolve our scientific understanding. I will work alongside today's brightest minds to solve the biological problems of tomorrow, whose answers may overlap with other disciplines. 

I destroy gender stereotypes by practicing science. I believe that our future lies in our youth, so I encourage young girls to pursue STEM courageously through science conferences like GISMO. I want to become their role model, their aspiration, their future, our future.

I've listened to Tchaikovsky's Scheherazade twenty two times in the past week, but if I hear it again tomorrow, I'll be just as moved as the preceding twenty two listens and will sit on the edge of my seat in reverence. My musical fingers yearn to one day accompany to this spirited orchestral piece.

Secretly I envy the profession of a professional symphonic conductor, one who takes liberty in leading us to transcendence, overseeing the magic take place. The baton's gesticulations mesmerize those paying attention, those convinced of the powerful nature of such a stick, those as fervent as me to discover its captivating secrets.

Sometimes I fantasize living in a forest, writing as keenly as J.D. Salinger. I am a storyteller, weaving hopes and dreams into my listeners. My pulse radiates from my fingertips, eagerly tapping to the next letter, the next word, the next story to incite passion.

I'm a listener, an observer. I smile when I see sincerity around me: the most meaningful compliment, the pure smiles and laughs of untroubled bliss, the generous helping hand. From afar I enjoy observing the relations between people, and how its integrity roots its significance.

I love the piercing sound of slammed of doors, the wails and screams of genuine pain, the fuming confrontation between two friends. I understand the frustration, the hurt, and the grief. I see the honesty.

Every Sunday morning I sip green tea in my polka dot pajamas while solving the newspaper's Sudoku puzzles in record time. I find comfort in mental challenges that poke at my acuity.

I refuse to drink water from anything besides a mug; clutching its handle lets me feel like a majestic Victorian princess. My drink tastes like an infusion of rich history.

A jumble of thoughts, hobbies, hopes, and quirks paint my evolving identity. Capturing my elusive personality is like blindly netting butterflies. I am Boo Radley, Hermione Granger, Ophelia, Fraulein Maria. If anything, I will inspire my college community with my whimsical nature.