Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Blank Lines

I spent the day finishing my statement of purpose for the Master's Program.... hence, no blog post. But I've been working on this bad boy on and off for months now.... so it might as well not go to waste.


Some of the names have been changed to protect my super secret identity... oh and just to make it fun (and impossible to read) I'm going to strategically place spaces for a little unnecessary censorship. ENJOY!


Harry Potter

_____ of Purpose

May 9, 2011

Summit

When I decided to take _____ at a local community college in the fall of 2003, I was _____ and I was _____. I felt like I was _____ and had just decided to ride a _____ swing into the lake for the first time. Everyone says it’s all about letting go at the right time, but I wonder if there isn’t some hidden _____ to it that those who have _____ before, know, but won’t tell. I set out to do the bare _____. _____ what was required, turn in _____ and _____ up to class. What actually happened was _____ed. I was engaged by the _____ matter, confident in my _____ and I even started raising my _____. I soared through three semesters before taking a _____ to have _____ and all the while I was waiting for it to be my turn again. Fueled by my _____ classes I changed my _____ from _____ to _____ and in December of 2010, I _____ed with honors and basked in the glory of _____ing that long term goal. However, when I was asked the _____ question that comes to all graduates about what was next, I didn’t know. Now, having been out of _____ for a semester, I know what I want.

I want to _____ and I want to _____ others to _____. There was a time when _____ caused me extreme anxiety and, although now I willingly share daily _____ with the world, I still _____ up ever so slightly at the thought of having to _____ a point or tell a story in it’s _____ and do it justice. When I read the requirements for the _____ _____ I am taunted by the _____ work and excited by the idea of _____ing further the _____s that were skimmed across during my bachelors _____. I wonder what topics I will _____ about and how much better my _____ will become.

I’m scared that I will not be as equal to the task as I was before. The thought of dragging my _____ through stumps and stones is terrifying but I would rather white knuckle a rope and feel the _____ slide away than shiver on the shore wondering, “Is the _____, “good” in “good _____ing” really subjective or does it cover a few basic ingredients?” I want to teach the “_____ing recipe,” if there is such a thing. I want to share my passion for _____. I want to learn _____ and how it is practiced in the _____.

I love _____ing. I love _____ing and critiquing and making my _____ crystal clear with just the right _____ or sounds. But I am still clinging to that _____. Either I lack the instinct to let go or I have not yet reached the _____ that my bones tell me I am waiting for. I want to rejoin the _____ Department at The Chinese Institute of Technology because I am not satisfied with skimming the _____. I want to make a splash and I’m going to hold on until the _____ can’t carry me any higher. Then, perhaps, I will let go.

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