Please read my Northwestern hold essay?
Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:24 pm
Just under 500 words, but I feel like it's solid (the limit is 750). Be brutal!
Prompt: Describe your version of a perfect day.
Just waking up this morning, I feel like I should thank God. I don't know why, but today seems kind of odd. The neighborhood dogs are quiet, and there's no smog. A delicious breakfast odor wafts up the stairs, strangely devoid of hog. I enjoy the meal, but did not overeat, as I've just received a call from a girl I want to get with. I arrange a date for later, and head out the door. Later, Moms!
Just yesterday I was wondering if I'd even live another 24 hours. Today, I'm not worried. I drop the top in my convertible, and try out my new hydraulic system. Everything's just going my way. I get a text from the aforementioned Kim, and stop, distracted, at a red light. Today must be perfect, because there isn't a carjacker in sight.
The day's still young, so I decide to meet some friends for a pick-up game. Boy, put me on the basketball court, and I am trouble. If I'm not careful I might score another triple double! My team wins, and I'm feeling like M.J. Today is such a perfect day.
I hit the showers to clean up, and I get nothing but respect from my opponents. This is fortunate, because in my neighborhood people get very serious about basketball, and on occasion threaten violence over a loss. It's true, I live in the ghetto, but today you wouldn't know it. In fact, I ran a red light in front of a police officer, and he didn't even give me a second look! I finally make it to my friend's house, but instead of enjoying this beautiful day, they're just hanging around watching MTV. I propose a game of dice; this mention grabs their attention. Little do they know that I can't seem to lose today. For an hour I roll nothing but sevens and elevens - I even backdoored Little Joe! Before long I'd taken all their money, and we switched to dominos, but I couldn't lose at bones, either. Tough luck, brothers!
I leave the house, reflecting on my good fortune, and remember that my date with Kim is fast approaching. I arrived at her house with some refreshments, but I must confess I was a bit nervous. Truth be told, I had been trying to get a date with Kim since the twelfth grade. We watched some basketball (the Lakers won, of course), had an enjoyable evening, though she eventually fell asleep.
I let her rest a bit before taking her back home. Everything's still going my way. It's almost two, but I'm starving, so I stop for a late-night snack at Fatburger. It feels like a dream, but I swear the Goodyear blimp was reading my name.
I finally make it home, tired but fulfilled. I lay down on my pillow, and drift into sleep, remembering the day's activities. 24 hours have passed, and I haven't fired my AK-47 once. Today truly was a perfect day.
Prompt: Describe your version of a perfect day.
Just waking up this morning, I feel like I should thank God. I don't know why, but today seems kind of odd. The neighborhood dogs are quiet, and there's no smog. A delicious breakfast odor wafts up the stairs, strangely devoid of hog. I enjoy the meal, but did not overeat, as I've just received a call from a girl I want to get with. I arrange a date for later, and head out the door. Later, Moms!
Just yesterday I was wondering if I'd even live another 24 hours. Today, I'm not worried. I drop the top in my convertible, and try out my new hydraulic system. Everything's just going my way. I get a text from the aforementioned Kim, and stop, distracted, at a red light. Today must be perfect, because there isn't a carjacker in sight.
The day's still young, so I decide to meet some friends for a pick-up game. Boy, put me on the basketball court, and I am trouble. If I'm not careful I might score another triple double! My team wins, and I'm feeling like M.J. Today is such a perfect day.
I hit the showers to clean up, and I get nothing but respect from my opponents. This is fortunate, because in my neighborhood people get very serious about basketball, and on occasion threaten violence over a loss. It's true, I live in the ghetto, but today you wouldn't know it. In fact, I ran a red light in front of a police officer, and he didn't even give me a second look! I finally make it to my friend's house, but instead of enjoying this beautiful day, they're just hanging around watching MTV. I propose a game of dice; this mention grabs their attention. Little do they know that I can't seem to lose today. For an hour I roll nothing but sevens and elevens - I even backdoored Little Joe! Before long I'd taken all their money, and we switched to dominos, but I couldn't lose at bones, either. Tough luck, brothers!
I leave the house, reflecting on my good fortune, and remember that my date with Kim is fast approaching. I arrived at her house with some refreshments, but I must confess I was a bit nervous. Truth be told, I had been trying to get a date with Kim since the twelfth grade. We watched some basketball (the Lakers won, of course), had an enjoyable evening, though she eventually fell asleep.
I let her rest a bit before taking her back home. Everything's still going my way. It's almost two, but I'm starving, so I stop for a late-night snack at Fatburger. It feels like a dream, but I swear the Goodyear blimp was reading my name.
I finally make it home, tired but fulfilled. I lay down on my pillow, and drift into sleep, remembering the day's activities. 24 hours have passed, and I haven't fired my AK-47 once. Today truly was a perfect day.
