This essays isn’t for college, it is to get into my schools AP English class as an 11th graders. But I figured they’re similar enough that you all could help me, because it’s very selective, and I have to compete with what seems like thousands of asian teen-wunderkinds.
The promt was to write about an event that changed you.
The essays was:
The other day I was on the internet when a friend of mine sent me a picture of a girl hed met in the Virginia Beach area, and had since been talking to. She was nothing short of gorgeous, she was the picture of Americana, sandy blonde, blue eyed, and curvy. After seeing these pictures, I decided to look through her profile, with low expectations, to see if she really was the picture of perfection, or just another pretty faced, pretty smart, young girl.
I found some mildly amusing facts and interests of hers, we like two of the same bands, she wasnt a reader, and she loved her best friend and The O.C, after that, I read through the posted comments her friends had made. After eyeballing my way through the internet vernaculars equivalent of Hello and Youre my friend I noticed the kids talking about a party shed been at the weekend before. The messages were very crass, and probably to crude to put into print, but you can probably understand the types of things that were said.
At this point I scrolled up rapidly, look at her picture again, and felt my ribcage collapse. Looking over her features I noticed that she looked identical to how I remember a girl that I had a crush on in the preschool where my mom worked. She was the girl that, at the time, I had resolved to marry, as long as the ceremony didnt include kissing. Of course, she wasnt the same girl, but she had an uncanny resemblance to a full busted, two-foot taller version of the girl Id declared I would marry. This was probably the only time since I was 13 that I truly felt depressed. The thought that the girl I had the purest and most innocent form of love for, was now, in all likely hood, only concerned with drinking and sex, and getting into college, were there is more drinking and sex.
I dont claim to be a pure cherub or anything, Ive done things that I wish I hadnt, and some I’m glad I did but wouldn’t tell a priest or parent that, but this only amplified my feeling of regret. Although we still have little common ground on which we can agree, I have a new understanding for the Tipper Gores, church pot luck mothers, and home school teachers of this world. The thought of someone you love losing the innocence you loved them for is devastating. That day, I came as close as I believe a human can come to knowing how God felt after he saw that Adam and Eve would eat from that tree, and I can say with confidence that it has changed me.