<p>I don't need it proofread or anything, but basically I want to know if you think this idea would fly with admissions at places like Oberlin, Macalester, or possibly Yale. </p>
<p>Here's the essay:</p>
<p>There were only three people in front of me. The line dwindled as the cashier next to us shouted, "Can I help whoever's next?" and further eliminated the time I had to prepare for the task ahead of me. Two people left. My heart raced; my mouth felt dry. Would I remember what I had to do? I felt like everyone around me could hear my heart pounding. I could barely hear my own thoughts over the sound, which was troublesome because I needed to think clearly in order to succeed at this urgent task. One person. I tried to steady my breathing. In and out, in and out. In just a few seconds I would be stepping up to the counter. </p>
<p>"Can I help whoever's next?"</p>
<p>That would be me. I walked toward the cashier, barely able to put one foot in front of the other. I took a deep breath with my hands shaking. I noted the cashier's friendly smile and vacant eyes. Would she be able to help me? No, I had to do this on my own. I breathed out, with a barely audible "I'dlikechickentenderswithmashedpotatoesandasmallsodathanks" rushing out of my mouth. </p>
<p>"I'm sorry, what was that?" asked the friendly smile. Looking again, I noticed that the smile wasn't friendly so much as forced. The cashier seemed almost...bored. How could she be bored when I felt like the world was imploding?</p>
<p>I took another deep breath. In and out. </p>
<p>"I'd like chicken tenders with mashed potatoes and a small drink. Thank you."</p>
<p>"That'll be five dollars and twenty nine cents, please."</p>
<p>How could she be so nonchalant? My first time ordering from a fast food counter left something to be desired. Surely a momentous occasion such as this, where I powered through my fear of letting my voice be heard by a complete stranger, was cause for some kind of celebration? I handed over two crisp bills and grabbed the change, cup, and number from the cashier's hand. I dashed to the soda fountain. No caffeine for me, I had enough adrenaline flowing through my veins to keep me awake for a week. I found my seat and waited for my food to show up with my fingernails tapping a steady rhythm on the table. </p>
<p>"Seventy-one?" I looked up at the sound of the masculine voice. "Did you have the chicken tenders with mashed potatoes?"</p>
<p>I solemnly nodded my assent, thanking the man as he left. </p>
<p>I carefully unfolded the bag and pulled out my food. I put the chicken tenders on the table next to the bowl of mashed potatoes. I opened the mashed potatoes first, inhaling the scent of butter and starch. Then I carefully unwrapped the paper surrounding my chicken tenders. </p>
<p>"One, two, three, four, five, six."</p>
<p>Not only did I become self sufficient in a fast food restaurant- my first clear step towards adulthood- but I was rewarded with an extra chicken tender. </p>
<p>After lunch I walked home with an extra proud gait. It was going to be a good day.
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<p>It's meant to be almost humorous with the serious dramatic tone for a story about ordering chicken tenders. I wrote it like a narrative because that just helped with the story. The tone was also dramatic because it fit the air of the situation. At the time I was terrified to order from someone because I was really shy, and this was the beginning of overcoming the shyness. Also, the question I was answering was the transition from childhood to adulthood. I don't know if you need any more information, and I'm sorry for rambling on here. Thoughts and suggestions would be much appreciated, thank you!</p>