College Application EssayThis is my fourth try at this essay. Every time I try, I say something in tune with the key facts of society and my life, but it¡¯s never directly related to the question. The first time it was about how cookies are a metaphor for the constant operant conditioning going on in our society that shapes us to be exactly what the system wants us to be. The second time it was about how large corporations and the media keep us from being individuals. My third attempt was the worst though. It was about how, statistically speaking, my dreams are likely to crumble around my head. Like I said, this is my fourth try. I don¡¯t know what this one will be.I asked my friends to give me advice about what makes me unique. They asked me why I was having so much trouble with it. I guess that¡¯s a good sign. I¡¯m nice to people, as long as they don¡¯t get on my bad side. If one of my friends are sad, I¡¯ll try to cheer them up, or at least comfort them. Everything I do is based on the general principles of common sense, which I don¡¯t think is all that special. Apparently it is. I¡¯m funny, I guess. I¡¯m also prone to doing things on a whim, such as sprinting from one end of town to the other, breaking out into a dance in the middle of a store, and lacing our library with discreet messages. I¡¯m really hesitant to declare any property of my personality. That may be the reason it¡¯s so hard for me to write this. Let me start over. My name is Ben Friesen. I am always changing. The person writing this now isn¡¯t the person I¡¯ll be in a month. I am always changing. Sometimes it¡¯s hard to keep up. I have strong views on everything that directly affects my life, not to mention a myriad amount of things that don¡¯t. I don¡¯t take many things seriously, and I don¡¯t really understand people who do. I want to create for a living. Some people call me crazy. I prefer eccentric and outgoing. If you challenge any of my views, I will lazily defend them. I enjoy confrontation, so long as I don¡¯t lose a friend. That happened once, and I¡¯m never going to let it happen again. My name is Ben Friesen, and I am never the same. |