by Amanda Fisher |

Six evil little letters, one huge word: Submit. After 45 minutes of carefully filling out all of my personal, academic and credit card information, I was ready to click submit and permanently cross my fingers for the next couple of weeks. Though it felt as though I was creating a Facebook account, I had just finished applying for my college of choice and immediately, a wave of fear, anxiety and stress was thrown on me. I had felt so confident before applying but as soon as I hit that button, all of my securities flew out the window. I couldn’t help but wonder why these people judge me and don’t know me. So what, I have an average GPA? So what, I have a sort of average ACT score? These people in admissions reviewing this application don’t know me in the least bit. I wish they could know this and maybe, just maybe, they’d be more likely to say yes.

-I stopped a bully in the third grade.

-I’ve rescued two cats in my lifetime.

-When one of my friends was sick, I surprised her with a “Get Well Soon” package of goodies.

-I won first place at an art fair in the second grade.

-I wrote a song for Kelley Rowe.

-I dressed up as Kathy Beth Terry at the Katy Perry concert.

-I’ve seen every episode of Friends.

-I hang out with my parents more than anybody else and I’m not ashamed of it.

-I eat hard candies in two’s.

-I almost cut my finger off while making homecoming decorations.

-I met The Big Show.

-I memorized the Gettysburg Address in fifth grade.

-I took the time to put this together.
(By the way, as of a few days ago, I got accepted!)