<p>Surprisingly, this essay got me in EA:</p>
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Yes! I practically shouted at the radio. I leapt up from my desk chair, where I had been sitting with a sheet of paper that was blank except for Mind That Does Not Stick written at the top. I darted across the room to my bookcase, on top of which my radio was perched.
Are you having writers block? a mans overly excited voice blared from the radio.
YES! I shrieked, louder than before. As the man on the radio read the phone number, I ran back to my desk, picked up the phone, and punched in the number. I plopped myself onto my unmade bed and leaned my head onto the pillow as I listened to the ringing in the phone. Finally, after what seemed like the twentieth ringYou have reached the college application help hotline, a computerized womans voice said to me. Please say your essay topic after the toneBEEP.
Mind that does not stick, I spoke slowly into the receiver.
You are applying to The University of Chicago. If this is correct, please press one. If this is incorr BEEEP. Thank you for using the college application help hotline. Please hold as your call is transferred. I sighed as a sort of jazzy elevator music began to play.
Someone will be with you shortly. We appreciate your patience. A recorded voice said over the music. I shifted positions so that I was lying on my back, and I closed my eyes.
After holding for about ten minutes, the phone dropped out of my hand and, startled, I opened my eyes. I blinked a few times when I realized that I was no longer in my bedroom. I jolted up from the hard wood floor that I was lying on and looked around. The dark, dusty room was bare except for a large mahogany desk in the middle of the wall across from where I was standing. There was a tiny window that looked odd in comparison to the massive desk below it. I peered over the bare desk to look at the gold name plate on top of it. Ludwig von Mises, I read aloud.
Brooke Ulrich, A deep voice with a thick German accent said from behind me. I twirled around to face the man whose voice called me, and fell back onto the desk, when I saw that he was nearly a foot away from me.<br>
Its Ullery, actually, I said as he gave me his hand and helped me off the desk.
Vell of course eet eez, he smirked at me as I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I was sure that this was a dream. Ve musnt Vaste time, Meez Ulrich. Vat eez your topic?
Mind that does not stick, I stammered, as I attempted to discreetly move along the desk in order to not be in such close proximity to this odd, white-haired man. He gave a deep bellowing chuckle, realizing what I was trying to do.
A mind zat does not steeck. Vell, zat is clearly referring to inconsistency.
How do you mean? I cocked my head to the right.
Vell, for instance, some people believe zat zee government should control economic affairs but not civil affairs vile others believe zat zee government should control civil affairs but stay out of zee economy. You see, zose people cannot make up zeir minds. Mein Gott! Their minds do not steeck! Again, he let out a great uproarious laugh, this time throwing his head back.
Oh really?
Of course! I, on zee other hand, believe in no government control. I am consistent. My mind can steeck!
That makes sense I suppose, but what My own voice faded out, as a perky woman spoke loudly into my ear.
Thank you for holding. All operators are currently assisting other customers. Please stay on the line and someone will be with you shortly. I opened my eyes and realized that Mises face had turned into a lamp, and I was now lying in my bed with the phone on the pillow next to me. I couldnt help but smirk at the idea that Mises gave me. I knew that I would have no trouble writing my essay using his advice, but I decided to continue to hold nonetheless. I propped the phone back onto my ear, closed my eyes and as I contemplated Misesphilosophy, I was lulled by the soft music on the phone into a light sleep. Light enough, of course, that the falling of the phone was again enough to wake me. This time, I awoke in a bed of little purple flowers, to a mans distant rambling. Propping myself up to standing, I noticed that a thin gravel path ran through the seemingly infinite field of lilacs that I had been lying in. Moseying up the path toward me was a tall man who appeared to be about the same age as Mises. The man was engaged in a lively rant, gesticulating wildly as he meandered toward me.
So the topological space X satisfies the regularity axiom and the second countability axiom! He exclaimed, Thus, by the Urysohn metrization theorem, X can be imbedded in a metric space and is thus metrizable! Of course, why didnt I see it before? He let out a boisterous laugh, throwing his head back, and, in turn, bumped his large round glasses to the end of his nose. When he got about two feet away from me, he stopped. He stuck his hand out at me and I shook it. Brooke, I presume?
Yes, and umm, who are you? I was embarrassed that I didnt recognize him, since he clearly knew who I was.<br>
Erdös. I am Paul Erdös, he stated proudly. I stared at him blankly for a moment, expecting him to tell me more, but he was silent, so I nodded my head, and ahhed.
Of course! I should have known, I exclaimed.
And what might your topic be, Brooke?
Mind that does not stick.
Ahh, I see. Well heres the most logical interpretation. Someone who is eager to learn in many different fields of study, instead of just focusing on one area will have the most fulfilling, satisfying life. That type of person, Brooke, has a mind that does not stick. I nodded, still wondering who this strange man could be. Take me, for instance. I love combinatorial algebraabsolutely adore it, but I dont stick to that single area of mathematics like most mathematicians do. I also dabble in analysis, number theory, set theory, and right now Im investigating the open world of topology. At the mention of the open world of topology, he again threw his head back in a hearty laugh. I let out a small chuckle, and just as I was about to ask him if he could give me a more general example, not just relating to mathematics
If youd like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator. I awoke in my bed with a wide grin on my face, thinking what a great help that hotline had been. I sat up from my bed, turned the phone off, and sleepily stumbled to my desk. I sat down in my chair and, this time, was not nervous at the sight of a blank sheet of paper staring up at me, the words Mind That does not stick written at the top. Mises and Erdös had given me great ideas for my essay, and I would definitely not stick with just one interpretation, but rather keep my mind open to all opinions, as one may not be more correct than other, but, I should come up with my own idea as well. So, I thought, what should I write my paper about?</p>