<p>Yeah, I haven't written it yet... And my apps are due January 1st. I'm a professional procrastinator, though, and I have my UC essay to adapt if worst comes to worst (anyway, that's what I'm telling myself so as not to have a panic attack).</p>
<p>So, I've been thinking about the prompts, and a 'story' that really is central to my identity in a lot of ways is the story of my dysfunctional family - well, my parents. It's not a very happy story. My father chose to take a sort of 'entrepreneurial' path and started a non-profit 'organization' that received donations... with which he sustained the family, basically.</p>
<p>I could tell from an early age that my parents were doing everything all wrong... They were renting a large house and a nice car and wasting so much money, while they could have bought a house and car when they moved here, and they should have down-sized, etc..</p>
<p>I was like 10 years old when I first told my mom to tell my dad to get a "real job", and I was about 13 when I told my mom that she always sat on top of her problems without ever dealing with them: The house was always insanely messy, and she would say, "If only I had the time..." (even though she stayed at home) My father was alcoholic for a few years, and she was an enabler. etc. I always felt out of place in the picture-perfect suburb where I grew up. Reminds me of the hideous beetles crawling beneath the well-manicured, green lawn in David Lynch's film Blue Velvet... I rented a flute to be in the band and advised my parents to simply buy a flute, since renting would quickly add up to be more than the cost of the flute... over the course of my years in band, my parents spent roughly 9k on a flute that cost about $400...</p>
<p>At the end of my freshman year, my family was evicted from our house and lived with my grandma a few towns over for 7 months. It was quite uncomfortable, with familial tensions through the roof (gma hates my father), parents sleeping on the floor, one car thanks to a generous aunt...</p>
<p>Finally my parents sold the expensive grand piano, a family heirloom, and my father got a commission job, and we moved into a small house (my brother went to college, so now I was alone with them)... Things were ok for a while, but then more hell: My father 'borrowed' $100 from me and didn't give it back. Trust shattered all over again. Then my father went off the deep end, left his job, and started running for Secretary of State. lol. He said he 'refused to get a job'. Then he left my mom for another woman, saying they were immediately going to have kids and stuff. He kind of blamed me for his leaving. I said good riddance. Not a happy time. This was early junior year. My mom said their relationship had been like Stockholm Syndrome. A few months later she says he's coming back and, "He's changed." lol. Same old same old. Started another organization, took more 'donations' from people and more money from his relatives.</p>
<p>And, so, anyway... Through all this time, I never felt settled: Everything was always up in the air. Lots of anxiety. What have I learned? Uhh, I learned that I want to make an honest living, I want to be honest with myself and others... I don't want to be stuck in misery because of my inability to be an honest and hard-working person... I want to face problems head-on. Uhh, I'm learning now to be happy... Grounding myself with meditation. Also, the things I experienced made me much more attuned to problems in the world just by making me a more serious person. </p>
<p>Uhh... I realize this might not be an appropriate topic at all and might make me seem more messed up than anything. It just jumped out on me when I read the 'story essential to who you are' (or something like that) prompt. What do you think?</p>