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ltgmarsThe one thing I enjoyed writing for the Princeton application is too long. :/
Anyone who's ever said that he's had a "quiet summer" has never seen me locked in my room, staring blankly at a computer monitor or hunching almost conspiratorially over a notepad. The vast majority of my summer two years ago was spent in such a manner. I devoted most of my time to enjoying the near-pain of required-for-school American literature (and the comfort of Agatha Christie), the familiar goofiness of my fascination with Japanese culture, or the disturbing fruits of my own mind through its favorite outlets — music, art, writing, and web design. My family saw very little of me aside from my occasional trips to various sections of the house in favor of nourishment and hygiene, but hey, who could complain? Not them, and certainly not me. It was a nice, truly quiet way to spend the warmer months of the year.
My summer excitement was, of course, tempered by the occasional summer camp (namely, playing the violin for the Donald A. Dake Summer Chamber Music Academy, a week-long orchestra & ensemble boot camp) or, relatively more frequently, the days I spent as an on-call caterer, "food-over-fork"ing for the University of Notre Dame's Catering by Design. My family and I also headed out to Boston to visit MIT, but other than those little bumps in the road, the summer of 2004 was just as eventful as most of my summers are.
Whenever the summer of 2005 caught an occasional glimpse of me, I was usually in a ditch at the edge of a field — that is, preparing with other musicians to be the pit orchestra for "South Pacific", the musical put on by the South Bend Community School Corporation for the local Firefly Festival. For the most part, though, the summer months of 2005 weren't much of a "summer" — they felt much like an extension of the school year with the amount of work I put into my violin, both for summer festivals (Firefly as well as a Summer Symphonette I was invited to play for) and yet another round of Donald Dake. I spent a considerable amount of time playing music, but I still spent precious hours reading some novels for school (which led me to discover the joy that is Jane Eyre) or retreating to my room to throw myself into online activities — watching and discussing anime, working on my website, or simply avoiding a ridiculous phone bill by chatting with friends. Some weeks before school started, my family and I went on a road trip to Texas (that, of course, elicited cries of "You went on vacation to TEXAS?!" from my classmates when I later reported on my summer goings-on), rounding off our tally of road-tripped contiguous states to a healthy 42. It was a more productive summer than the previous, and even though I didn't spend it saving kittens in a rainforest or anything equally as impressive, I was quite content with it.
And of course, I only find out that I have a 1500-character limit after I try pasting 2776 characters into the common app text area. *dies*
Now, to cut this down and to write two 250-word essays (thank God they're only 250-word essays) in four hours... Can we fix it?! ("Yes we can!")
Anyone who's ever said that he's had a "quiet summer" has never seen me locked in my room, staring blankly at a computer monitor or hunching almost conspiratorially over a notepad. The vast majority of my summer two years ago was spent in such a manner. I devoted most of my time to enjoying the near-pain of required-for-school American literature (and the comfort of Agatha Christie), the familiar goofiness of my fascination with Japanese culture, or the disturbing fruits of my own mind through its favorite outlets — music, art, writing, and web design. My family saw very little of me aside from my occasional trips to various sections of the house in favor of nourishment and hygiene, but hey, who could complain? Not them, and certainly not me. It was a nice, truly quiet way to spend the warmer months of the year.
My summer excitement was, of course, tempered by the occasional summer camp (namely, playing the violin for the Donald A. Dake Summer Chamber Music Academy, a week-long orchestra & ensemble boot camp) or, relatively more frequently, the days I spent as an on-call caterer, "food-over-fork"ing for the University of Notre Dame's Catering by Design. My family and I also headed out to Boston to visit MIT, but other than those little bumps in the road, the summer of 2004 was just as eventful as most of my summers are.
Whenever the summer of 2005 caught an occasional glimpse of me, I was usually in a ditch at the edge of a field — that is, preparing with other musicians to be the pit orchestra for "South Pacific", the musical put on by the South Bend Community School Corporation for the local Firefly Festival. For the most part, though, the summer months of 2005 weren't much of a "summer" — they felt much like an extension of the school year with the amount of work I put into my violin, both for summer festivals (Firefly as well as a Summer Symphonette I was invited to play for) and yet another round of Donald Dake. I spent a considerable amount of time playing music, but I still spent precious hours reading some novels for school (which led me to discover the joy that is Jane Eyre) or retreating to my room to throw myself into online activities — watching and discussing anime, working on my website, or simply avoiding a ridiculous phone bill by chatting with friends. Some weeks before school started, my family and I went on a road trip to Texas (that, of course, elicited cries of "You went on vacation to TEXAS?!" from my classmates when I later reported on my summer goings-on), rounding off our tally of road-tripped contiguous states to a healthy 42. It was a more productive summer than the previous, and even though I didn't spend it saving kittens in a rainforest or anything equally as impressive, I was quite content with it.
And of course, I only find out that I have a 1500-character limit after I try pasting 2776 characters into the common app text area. *dies*
Now, to cut this down and to write two 250-word essays (thank God they're only 250-word essays) in four hours... Can we fix it?! ("Yes we can!")
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Date: 2006-01-01 19:13 (UTC)