I'm stuck in the application process again. No, not for colleges. This time it's for scholarships, internships, and summer programs. While writing a short essay for a particular architecture scholarship, I began to reread my college essays for inspiration and ideas on what I should write. Then I came upon a short answer essay that I wrote for my Mount Holyoke application. I didn't remember my answer being this beautiful:
What activities make you lose track of time?
Today, I resume my current read: The Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet. It’s 10 PM so I tuck myself beneath layers of blankets and prop a firm pillow to sit against. I turn on my lamp and locate the page marked by a “Yes, I’m Actually Reading This” bookmark. And here I begin. The words flow through my mind as I recreate each scene in my head. Time continues on as I become progressively more compelled to finish each upcoming chapter. Soon enough, I read over the last sentence and don a smile of satisfaction. I turn my head to check the time, only to realize that four hours had already passed. I place my book on the side table, turn the light off and slither further under the covers, closing my eyes.
Today, I resume my current read: The Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet. It’s 10 PM so I tuck myself beneath layers of blankets and prop a firm pillow to sit against. I turn on my lamp and locate the page marked by a “Yes, I’m Actually Reading This” bookmark. And here I begin. The words flow through my mind as I recreate each scene in my head. Time continues on as I become progressively more compelled to finish each upcoming chapter. Soon enough, I read over the last sentence and don a smile of satisfaction. I turn my head to check the time, only to realize that four hours had already passed. I place my book on the side table, turn the light off and slither further under the covers, closing my eyes.
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