Any suggestions/constructive criticism/general thoughts are appreciated.
<pre><code>As the fluorescent lights dimmed, the soporific afternoon tide washed in a sea of sand-filled sneakers and lopsided barrettes and deposited them onto a shore of rubber mats. For one hour, one long-awaited hour, playground drama was temporarily forgotten and swept away alongside the array of Crayola wax. Pulse rates lessened, breathing slowed, and all but one mind was whisked away into oblivion. In Kindergarten, I never slept at naptime.
Perhaps, at five years old, I was already rejecting the idea of conformity. Perhaps my inquisitive mind could simply not lie still along with the rest. The likeliest explanation is that I probably was just not tired. For whatever reason, I refused to nap and my childhood habits have faithfully stayed by my side twelve years later.
Metaphors aside, I am being completely honest when I say that above all else I love to learn and, more importantly, I am shamelessly able and actually extremely willing to confess my own ignorance on a subject. Just when I consider myself to be fairly well-versed in a particular area, my ever-present perfectionism, persistently nipping at my heels, reminds me that there are others to whom I pale in comparison. I cant sleep at night without confirming that I have put forth my best effort. Ultimately, I consider myself to be a work in progress I may not always be proud of who I am, but I revel in the fact that I am always a person under construction.<br>
Who Ive become since the days of kickball and cubby holes is difficult to describe; even the best of writers cannot make their two-dimensional creations fully emulate real life. To start, I think the Beatles were the most influential musicians the world has ever seen, but what I really identity with is angry chick rock. Despite my states notorious reputation for sub-par waves, I love to surf. I am a feminist. I have wanderlust. I can, at times, be a walking contradiction. Also, through the years, Ive developed a full-blown infatuation with words. Whether it is reading a novel, learning a foreign language, or simply using obscure adjectives, Im all over it. I dream of having the opportunity to share with the world my love of words and language.
So while my peers are trading the latest gossip via their uniform cell phones, I am absorbed in organic chemistry, I am enthralled by federalism, I am fascinated with Gloria Steinem. I am wide awake. If I had to choose the most valuable lesson life has taught me thus far, it would be to never sleep through opportunity, experience, or education I deeply relish all that I currently have and anticipate impatiently that which I have not yet encountered.