College essay- First draft


"Tell us something about yourself that isn't apparent from the information on the rest of this transcript?" Well, in asking that question, don't you really mean; "Tell us who you are."
I think perhaps you do. And so that is what I'll answer.
Who am I? Is it not a simple thing to tell you who I am by telling you something that you do not yet know? For what could you know about me, save a vague list of my classes and grades and school activities? And am I not ever so much more than a conglomeration of my those trivialities? Ah but perhaps it is not such a simple question, for what exactly is considered relevant.
Who am I? A human being shaped by experience? Perhaps I should recount one of the many adventures I've had in my life. The large scale paper-mache projects that my mother and I have painstakingly constructed for city events. The fact that I grew up in a house where seeing a 9 foot long blue dragon in the doorway, or a dancing 7 foot tall own and pussycat beside the Christmas tree were not considered strange.
Or my experience could include my many literary exploits. About the fact that I created and co-ran my own chat based RPG on the Internet and that it had over 75 members. And that the story the game was based on was later turned into a book that was never finished because it was co-written. Would it perk your ears to know that I write contemplative essays in my spare time and post them on a web site that I created in entirety from scratch, without the use of an HMTL (HyperText Markup Language) editing program?
Would you care that my favorite forms of literature are fantasy and sci-fi and nearly anything out of Britain in the WWII era? In the fact that I've joined 2 writer's guilds and even tried, rather unsuccessfully, to start my own all-teen guild? This may indeed be relevant.
Who am I? To answer is impossible, and yet it's answered every day by my words and my actions. By the way others think of me. In asking the people around me I achieved similar results. My teachers called me intelligent, intense, and lively. My friends called me eccentric, talkative, opinionated, brutally honest, creative, and energetic. Not necessarily in that order. Is this perhaps what I am? Or am I more. My friends and teachers see my outward appearance, but what about that which cannot be seen? About the unsure soul who doesn't know how to react to this loathsome process known as growing up? Who's sick to death of filling out forms and forms and forms? Who would rather talk to a real human being?
Who Am I? Well, what am I? I am Loud, Proud, Opinionated, and desperately goal-oriented. I come from those who are creative and driven. I care little for causes, but will argue my morals to the death. I love a dogged debate and will question the norm with little provocation. I abhor the superficial and yet cannot be removed from it, and have accepted that. I enjoy arts and crafts and poetry and music. I'm pro-choice, pro-death sentence, and pro-bandwidth sharing. I am…. Myself.
I am Monique Poirier, and I have lived on this confusing planet, in this confused country, for 17 years. I have interacted with any number of people from the amicable to the abhorrent. I have clawed my way into social communities time and time again. I've battled depression on several occasions and come out proud each time. I've clung to the faded remains of my innocent childhood, knowing that they will be my most powerful weapons in battles yet to come. I've read books and watched movies and listened to music and told stories. I have LIVED.
But I've not yet finished my education, and I do not believe that I ever will. So onward and upward, further up and further in, to the next step.
Thank you for your time.




~© 2000 Animonique~

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