<p>The topic is why I want to go there, how's this:</p>
<p>The alarm goes off. The blurry numbers seem hot on my face. I groan as I the hit the snooze button hoping for another five minutes of sleep. 5:50 the alarm goes off again and I decide to get up. I jump out of the bed as the loud yells of my mother reach the thin walls. I check the calendar and it reads December 20th. Crap. Time is ticking and still no college essay. I drag my body across the room forcing my brain to wake up and by miracle reach the bathroom. Squeezing a fresh pipe of Crest awakens my senses with a splash of peppermint and mint, but also alerts me of the nearing deadline. Side to side, reach all the way to the molars, spit, repeat. How am I suppose to write an essay on why I want to go to college? The answer should be obvious, or I guess not. </p>
<p>I suppose its the chance to expand myself intellectually, but that sounds too cliché, too cookie-cut. The buildings at Georgetown were the first things to catch my attention when I passed the brochure in school. I remember rushing home to Google the school and was shocked by the immense history, and the fields offered. The Google images of young kids were the second trait that attracted me to the school. They were young, full of excitement, not knowing what to expect. They looked just like me, entering an unknown world with both fear and hope. I turn off the faucet and the water drops fall like a troop one after the other, with no change. At Georgetown we act as the water drops, but instead follow our own path, eventually falling into a puddle of cultures, ideas, and views. </p>
<p>Dressed, I grab my bedazzled backpack and rush out the door, but return instantly. I forgot my AP Biology course, in which its cover with a sprouting plant mocks my inability to grasp the concept of the plant functions. Science or more specifically Medicine finished Georgetowns resume for me. As I googled on the Medical field surprised me the most about the school. Ranking highly in the nation I knew the Georgetown would provide me with everything I needed to become a doctor. I step unto the porch, which is covered with brown leaves. The cold whispering wind makes me shiver and I bundle up. I guess I cant really answer why I want to go to Georgetown in one or two reasons. But I do know this, Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, A man is what he thinks about all day long. In that case I am a Georgetown Bulldog.</p>