<p>Would Georgetown appreciate an essay I wrote about the Rubik's Cube? I can currently solve it in about 15 seconds so it's a pretty unique talent of mine, but I wrote about my discovery of the Cube and the process I went through to get good at it. Would GTown like this, topic-wise?</p>
<p>I think its a unique topic as long as you make it an essay that is about your "though process". Something along the lines of taking how you like the Rubik's cube, how it takes you into another world, and how it has special meaning to you. The essay needs to focus on YOU and not on the Rubik's cube. But yeah, I think its a good essay topic.</p>
<p>As long as you don't come out sounding pompous/haughty, and it is revealing of you, go for it. It can be hard for an essay like that to come out and not seem like it's bragging. Make sure you don't focus on your ability to solve it in 15 seconds.</p>
<p>that's awesome-- I'm impressed</p>
<p>I think that the Rubik's cube essay could turn out very good (regarding your admission), especially if it really does show what kind of person you are.</p>
<p>Didn't Zante also write one about a Rubik's cube?</p>
<p>I slowly ran my fingers along the sides of the object that I held in my hand. People knew it as the Rubik's Cube. Many adventurous souls have at some point spent a minute or two with the Cube, twisting and turning the sides hoping to match the colors on each face. It was notorious for its difficulty, as solving one side often ruined what had already been solved before. I examined the enigmatic chunk of plastic resting silently between my nimble fingers. All six sides were scrambled, staring back at me through a messy explosion of color. </p>
<p>I remember walking through the toy store a few months prior, noticing the infamous Cube perched upon a lonely shelf. It was a silent beast, waiting to attack its next victim. Something compelled me to tame that beast. Cube in hand, I stepped out of the store with a smirk of determination plastered on my face. I remember my first attempts to solve the Cube. The many dents and divots in my wall serve as reminders.</p>
<p>Between homework assignments I would sit at my desk at home and develop solving methods. Wrinkles spread across my forehead as I tried to visualize the various outcomes of certain moves. Id grind my teeth whenever Id look at the Cube in its unsolved state, sickened by its utter lack of cooperation. Of course, it would only stare back at me, as if mocking my every move, taunting me to unveil its solution. Every attempt to put an end to the colorful battle that raged on the Cubes faces only resulted in a more vibrant war. My numb fingers couldnt handle the aching. However, my desire to solve the Cube only grew exponentially. I hungered for some form of progression. </p>
<p>Weeks later, the Cube began to make sense. Time had elucidated the solution for me, unlocking the secrets of the Cube for me. Conquering a puzzle had never felt so wonderful before. When I was younger, putting together a 500-piece jigsaw puzzle or figuring out a magic card trick was satisfying enough. But to me, the cube was the master of all puzzles. Nothing else brought me the same kind of euphoria. </p>
<p>Leaning back against a lightpost in downtown Portland, I let my mind and muscles relax as my hands methodically began to manipulate the Rubik's Cube. The chaotic clash of colors became an iridescent whirlwind, accompanied by the continuous, rhythmic clicks that spilled out from each turn I made. Only twenty seconds passed before I matched up the colors on all six sides of the Cube. It was done. Someone slipped a dollar bill into my right hand. Looking up, my eyes met the face of a man whose mouth resembled a cavernous, gaping void, aghast with amazement. </p>
<p>Ive never met anyone who could solve a Rubiks Cube before, he told me.</p>
<p>I wanted to tell him that the Cube, although intimidating, was merely a puzzle that demanded time and persistence, and nothing more. Indeed, the Cube had taught me that through careful observation, solutions to even the most difficult puzzles can be uncovered. Effort brought answers closer to the mind's eye. Smiling at the man, I gave him back his money, telling him that it was best spent elsewhere perhaps to solve a puzzle of his own.</p>
<p>i like it. my only feeling would be that it's a little overwritten in some places - don't forget that the key to good writing honestly does not lie in long words and it is in fact more impressive when you can use the perfect work, no matter how short, at the perfect and most appropriate point. you balance how impressive your skill is with modesty perfectly. my only specific note would be to change the word "euphoria" - far too much. also, this is truly coming out of left field, but your part about leaning against a lamppost in portland made me think of the noire genre of literature - the fedora-wearing, cigarette-smoking private investigators in the 40's type deal, with light from lamposts shining through the fog on deserted streats. For chicago i had fun writing in that style and i think it would be really cool, if totally unnecessary, for you to make your whole thing like that. rubics cube solving, not murder mystery - by the resilient max in spite of the doubts of people named Stapleton who hang out in bars named McGreevey's. anyway...i'm really weird...</p>
<p>I think it's great...the drama you create around the solving of the Rubik's Cube was fantastic.</p>