<p>So far I have only heard back from one school, Lawrence. Where I got in, but in their admit letter they wrote that they liked my essay so much they were going to post it in their guide for how to write good essays. I was very flattered, but apparently since the adcoms there liked, I thought I would share it with you guys since I’ve already finished submitting my apps. =]</p>
<p>Note: This isn’t the final draft for some reason I couldn’t find it. I think this is the second or third.</p>
<p>The red of the sheet and the heat of my tears stuck in my bed obscured everything. From the cracked door a shadow emerged into my periphery trembling like a heat wave on a highway.
It was my roommate, Rebecca. “Are you okay?” </p>
<p>“Yes,” I lied. </p>
<p>I had been at Tanglewood, a summer program for aspiring musicians, for only three days and I was already certain that should anyone see that I felt I didn’t belong they would never respect me. These were students who planned to make confidence their career choice, and I was just a Midwestern ing</p>