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revealing every crevice, nook, and cranny, gleaming across its scintillating, bare
surfaces. On this first day of senior year, I set out upon my task. I procure an ordinary
plastic grocery bag from my backpack. The contents inside collectively represent
everything about me in high school – they tell a story, one all about me.
I reach in and let my fingers trail around the surfaces of each object. I select my first prey
arbitrarily, and as I raise my hand up to eye level, I closely examine this chosen one. A
miniature Flamenco dancer stares back at me from the confines of the 3-D rectangular
magnet, half popping out as if willing herself to come to life. Instantly, my mind
transports me back a few summers before, when I tapped my own heels to traditional
music in Spain. I am reminded of my thirst to travel, to explore new cultures utterly
different from my familiar home in Modesto, California. I have experienced study abroad
in Spain, visited my father’s hometown in China five times, and traveled to many other
places such as Paris. As a result, I have developed a restlessness inside me, a need to
move on from four years in the same high school, to take advantage of diverse
opportunities whenever possible, and to meet interesting people.
I take out the next magnet from my plastic bag. This one shows a panoramic view of the
city of Santa Barbara, California. Here, I recall spending six weeks in my glory, not only
studying and learning, but actually pursuing new knowledge to add to the repertoire of
mankind. I could have easily chosen to spend my summer lazing about; in fact, my
parents tried to persuade me into taking a break. Instead, I chose to do advanced
molecular biology research at Stanford University. I wanted to immerse myself in my
passion for biology and dip into the infinitely rich possibilities of my mind. This challenge
was so rewarding to me, while at the same time I had the most fun of my life, because I
was able to live with people who shared the same kind of drive and passion as I did.
After sticking up my magnets on the locker door, I ran my fingers across the bottom of the
bag, and I realized that one remained. It was a bold, black square, with white block
letters proclaiming my motto, “Live the Life You Imagine.” In my four years at Cornell
University, I will certainly continue to live life as I imagine, adding my own flavor to the
Cornell community, while taking away invaluable experiences of my own.”