When I was a senior in high school and applying for colleges and universities (thirteen schools because I wanted out of my home state) most of them asked for an essay. You know, to assess your writing skills, blah, blah, blah. The essay question to the university that I eventually attended was as open-ended as open-ended could be. It’s been twenty years (!!!) since I got here and thus my college days, but I think the question went like this: “Tell us about yourself.”
You’ve got to be kidding.
I thought and thought about what I wanted to write about. Should I boast about myself? Should I be humble? Should I write about what I accomplished? Who I admired?
I took a few days to ponder the question, because yeah and then I just started writing. (I wrote this longhand. I’m not sure why I just didn’t use the typewriter or computer sitting downstairs, but I think I had some reason for handwriting the essay.)
Anyway, I started writing an essay about my varied interests. I called myself eclectic. Eclectic:
- 2.PHILOSOPHYof, denoting, or belonging to a class of ancient philosophers who did not belong to or found any recognized school of thought but selected such doctrines as they wished from various schools.noun
- 1.a person who derives ideas, style, or taste from a broad and diverse range of sources.
Which describes me to a tee. I am interested in many, many things. In my Evernote account, I have many articles that have piqued my interest in some fashion. For instance, in the notebook marked “Writing Ideas (Blog, Stories, Etc.)” are articles such as:
- 9 Things Lost or Found on a Train
- Kafka’s Letter to his Abusive and Narcissistic Father
- Generation Stupid
- Is This Bridal Store Mannequin Actually a Corpse?
The stranger, the better. Often, I will get lost in Wikipedia rabbit hole following link after link after link. Oh, and if I am in a mood, the more disturbing the article, the more fascinated I become. It also doesn’t fail to scare me as well.
I’m not sure what kind of crazy essay I would have written if I had such access to the internet twenty years ago. Well, I have an inking anyway…I’m also pretty sure they would think twice about allowing me to enter their school.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go figure out the region of Oceania/Micronesia.