<p>Good luck Grad 09s, I hope this helps. If you want to see my other essays, PM me. I'm not posting them because my tests/marks are pretty bad and they probably overwhelmed the suckiness/awesomeness of my essays. </p>
<p>A) I was rejected pretty much across the board, but I got into Emerson. The essay probably helped, but I was pretty qualified for Emerson, I think. </p>
<p>B) 1. Much of the work that students do at Emerson College is a form of storytelling. If you were to write the story of your life until now, what would you title it? Why? (I totally interpreted that as “Film” and not “Story”, but obviously they didn’t mind!) </p>
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<li>Please tell us what influenced you to select your first choice major </li>
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<p>C) 1. It’s the big number of a small theatre, lit by the bright Broadway lights beside it: A Deeper Shade of Purple. An odd, non-sequitur sort of name, but what else would you expect from a film about me? After all, I have a tendency towards blind faith, answered prayers and dream-come-trues – and purple is the colour of spirituality. But no wishy-washy lavenders, mind you. All my life I have been a combination of vivid blues and stronger reds. Purple may be confused for serene blue, but fiery, passionate red is needed to create it. I am a purple that gets deeper and deeper the more I mature – not the slow gradation of sunrise but a madcap virtuoso flinging great gobs of paint at his canvas. For I have always grown in awkward spurts, each time growing more intense, more my own person. And then there is the fact that I have always been an artist. Purple for creativity, purple because my pen bleeds lilac, purple because it would make for beautiful colour imagery. I see beauty everywhere, and a film with that title could work in some wonderful visual elements. </p>
<p>Emerson’s colours are purple and gold. Coincidence? I think not. </p>
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<li>Ever since I was in grade six, I have nursed dreams of publishing. As I wrote more and more prolifically, I realized that perhaps those dreams were closer than I thought. I simply needed a mentor, someone other than high school teachers who rarely required creative projects and even more rarely critiqued those projects. After CTY courses, I realized just how much a teacher can help and confirmed what I’d considered since elementary school – that I would be an English major so I could continue improving. </li>
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<p>I want to be a writer; it is simple as that. I know it will be difficult, but I also know that I cannot imagine doing anything else with my life. Writing has always been something I did naturally, like flexing a muscle or breathing. I cannot explain it, but I am driven by that inexplicable voice at 5am that urges you to keep writing, only a couple more pages until you’ve got it. I have thousands of pages worth of scrawl on paper and napkin and coffee filter. I hope a university education will teach me how to organize those bundles into something publishable.</p>