College Application

Dear College,

I feel your question is much too broad; for every single moment of my life has been a significant experience or accomplishment. When I was a mere child freshly spat from the womb, I learned to add, subtract and even multiply using a combination of my hands and toes. I learned to communicate my results using a complex string of burps that was similar to Morse code. As a toddler I was once faced with the challenge of creating a staircase to reach the highest counter to attain a very valuable item. After building a magnanimous staircase that even the worlds best architects would acclaim I reached not the cookie jar but my mothers car keys. By the age of 5 I was participating in street races and winning not in the lowered done out vehicles you see most kids driving but in my mother's mini van. Yes my driving skills were soon recognized by Nascar and at age ten I was drafted to drive the Presidents Choice car. Before you ask yes I have met the president and he is a very nice man. After realizing how bored I was with racing I left at age ten and a half. At that point I was too smart for any school; having read more books than the average library has to offer I decided to try my luck at teaching. As you can imagine a ten, almost eleven year old trying to find work at some of the worlds top university's is a challenge. After finally being granted the privelage for a small interview I immediatly was offered a position at Harvard. I have taught everything from law to quantum physics and have been continually [incomplete]

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A car door slammed shut breaking the long silence that had been loitering in the street. Standing outside was a man of intimidating height and size. He wore an immense hat that he had tilted to the side casting a menacing shadow over one side of his face. The side of his face that wasn't concealed in shadow was stern, with huge bags under his eyes and an immense protruding nose. He held a cigarette to his dry chapped lips and inhaled deeply before starting to walk down the alley towards me. As he came closer a grin spread across his face revealing an assemblage of yellow nicotine stained teeth. He walked with an aura full of authority, with his hands at his side you almost would not notice that it were as if he were carrying two car tires reading to swing and plummel at any moment. In the light I noticed the man was donning a swank suit with a firmly tied tie around a hefty neck. As his noticibly polished shoes stopped in front of me; he pulled out of his pocket an envelope and handed it to me. "I'm your new neighbor they delivered your mail to my box by mistake".

The Big Game

In the finals the game becomes a whole new ball game. Everyone understands the name of the game. To win you have to take it one game at a time and realize when the game is worth the candle and when it is not. The team has to remember what got them there because everyone has been there before and they know what it's like. It's a must win situation because if you lose you go home. All they have to do is do what they've been doing all season. They have some nice quality wins under their belt, they just have to treat this like any other game. All they know for sure is that they will be fighting tooth and nail, and that the fans will be up on their feet, getting their moneys worth.

Super Powers

I hate backpacks. In fact for years I have never ever even had the need for a backpack. This is because I have the super power of endless pocket space. Yes it is not super strength or x-ray vision that has blessed me, I have an even better gift. My power allows me to keep anything I could possibly need on me at all times, and all in the practical space provided by pants pockets. I can't even imagine what it's like for other lesser humans. They go home and have all their belongings broadcasted throughout their entire house, they probably don't even know where half of their belongings are located! Me on the other hand, I can go where ever, whenever, however in any type of weather, and still have any article or commodity you could possibly think of at only an arm's reach away. In fact every possession I own is located in my two font pockets. In my mind I think of myself as my own mobile home, as I take everything but my actual house with me when I travel. Sure other super powers may let you stop time and fly, but lets get serious. That's gonna get old. My super power comines practicality as a extra element, which is more than I can say for most of the other powers I've heard of.