<p>This is most of my personal essay, I'm worried it's too "out there." Any comments would be appreciated...</p>
<pre><code>I began to realize how much I loved biology when I received my first bio textbook in 6th grade. Granted, I was just staring at the pictures like everyone else, but it was much more than that to me. There was one picture in particular, of a poor, helpless cell exploding with evil grey viruses. It gave me nightmares. It gave me goosebumps. But it stuck in my head. And everyday when I went to not pay attention in class, Id look at that picture until I just couldnt stand to see that poor cell wall being ripped up anymore, and turn away. It may not seem like a monumental moment in a childs life, but from then on, I knew Id never be able to stop myself from staring at pictures in biology books. From then on, I knew I just liked the little stuff.
I also like sperm trying to make their way into big, fuzzy, human eggs. I wonder if they just get stuck there, and give up and flop right down. Or if they try to pull their head out and find something else to do until the PH neutralizes and they meet their final doom. I wonder if sperm have consciousness, and hear great legends of fellow sperm who successfully made the heroic voyage from to well, you know the rest.
Kids always think theyre special just because people tell them so, but I for one know Im unique. You see, Im blood type O negative. Im part of 7% of the American population that is considered a universal donor, which means I can save anyones life in the entire world with my excess blood, no matter what blood type diet theyre on. Donating blood is important to me. I feel like anytime you can save someones life with little to no effort on your own part, and get free ice cream, you should go for it.
<p>There's more to it, but this is the only part I'm worried about.</p>