Crazy Asian
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Jan 29, 2007
- Messages
- 1,063
- Reaction score
- 9
- Age
- 33
this is the second paragraph of my college essay.
comments?
Oh how wonderful it was to not having any deadlines whoosh by, or the constant rambling of my Asian parents about how I need to get good grades or else I will end up living in a cardboard box trying to endure mid-January weather. My schedule was wonderfully simple. Swim in the morning, and cram as much food as humanly possible into my body. Fall straight into a coma-like sleep until whenever I pleased. That and a little measure of intense violin playing was all that I was all that was required of me. I’d stay out late with my buddies night after night, and we formed an almost brother-like bond. Everything felt so natural. Like a metronome, my summer ticked away in an endless perpetual motion. But it is tragic when the beat of the metronome does not match the tempo of the music one is playing.
comments?
Oh how wonderful it was to not having any deadlines whoosh by, or the constant rambling of my Asian parents about how I need to get good grades or else I will end up living in a cardboard box trying to endure mid-January weather. My schedule was wonderfully simple. Swim in the morning, and cram as much food as humanly possible into my body. Fall straight into a coma-like sleep until whenever I pleased. That and a little measure of intense violin playing was all that I was all that was required of me. I’d stay out late with my buddies night after night, and we formed an almost brother-like bond. Everything felt so natural. Like a metronome, my summer ticked away in an endless perpetual motion. But it is tragic when the beat of the metronome does not match the tempo of the music one is playing.