You can find my personal account below. But because reading it might distort your own perception, I advise you to read the essay first. Your call.
Personal Experience Essay
This is an essay I'm supposed to write for college, titled "Personal Experience Essay". I didn't like it much, because it put me in a rather difficult position: I didn't want to write something too personal (yes I admit my definition of 'personal' is very different from yours), I didn't want to overly embellish my experiences, and I didn't want to lie. But the experiences that really matter, I don't want to share. The experiences I can share, don't really matter. So I compromised :(
This essay is an outrageous mangling of a precious childhood memory. The night was definitely much more beautiful than how I described it, that bloody song had nothing to do with me, my house didn't have a balcony (I put it there because I know the aesthetic rationale of Disney directors) and I wasn't even close to autistic.
It was just a moment in my life when I realize that the damn stars don't grant wishes. That means a lot for a 5-year-old, okay! I didn't need all those stuff about catharsis and faith to make it meaningful. But unfortunately, some people just do not know how to read between lines and into a kid's mind.
This is what students do to get their grades - distort their own reality. This is a small reminder to myself that I might do anything for grades, but I must never ever forget and I must never ever stop beating myself up over all the lies I weave into my words. Lies are lies, even if they get you the A.
if you do not like my essay, i forgive you. i don't like it too. but anyway, interesting sidenote! google brillo boxes! :D
1 comment:
Awesome essay (as expected), but the last sentence kind of spoils it all. Why the need for a moral? ;)
We've all had our childhood illusions shattered one way or the other. I think you described yours beautifully. Even if it is a little made-up. We change reality every time we write about it; there is no way to write the absolute truth about what happened, only the truth that appeals to us the most.
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