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Dear Admissions OfficerDear Admissions Officer,Dear Admissions Officer by notCindyChen
My dad told me earlier this year that the college admissions process is all about luck. How much you like me at a first glance. Just my name on paper. Out of twenty thousand applicants, how can I make you choose me?
My dad told me that there are too many valedictorians in this world. Too many 4.0s. Too many SAT scores that are just like mine. Too many kids who play piano. Too many kids who play viola on top of piano. Too many kids who want to study computational biology. Too many kids who place in international math competitions. Too many kids who write.
Too. many. kids.
It comes down to how I can get you to like me when you first see my name on a piece of paper. So I gave you and your institution a piece of my heart: I told you about my dreams, about my aspirations, and about why I wake up every morning.
I told you why I chose you.
However, you didn't choose me back. I'm not mad, though. If there was a formula about how to get into universiti
wishes upon a staronce upon a time, someone, somewhere, wished upon a star.wishes upon a star by notCindyChen
but it's probably not during this lifetime. or the lifetime before this, or the one before that. and it's not in this world. it's in one that we could only imagine, somewhere thousands and thousands of light years away.
someone wished upon a star, then. i don't know what he or she wished for. i don't know what life that person led. maybe it was happiness that led him to wish upon a star. maybe it was desperation. maybe it was wistfulness. but as that star twinkled in the night sky, a wish was cast upon it… someone, somewhere, believed that a single speck in the dark sky had magical qualities.
and maybe it did, because the star brought me you.
seven percent of our body mass is made of hydrogen. the other ninety-three is made of stardust: the remnants of a wish, the proof, perhaps, of a dream come true. and by some coincidence, you ended up in my lifetime, in my world, in my life.
that wish must've been a beautiful one.
(not) white and prettygrandma once told me i wasn’t white enough(not) white and pretty by notCindyChen
because of my
sunkissed skin and
ankle sock tans.
against all the other a m e r i c a n girls,
a weed against all the roses.
i wanted to—
h i d e behind layers of makeup,
underneath foundation and concealer and blush and
finally have pretty, full, lips that aren’t cracked and bitten and
eyelashes that are way longer than naturally possible.
my legs are too short;
my arms are twigs and
my body like a shapeless cardboard box.
my hair is brown and unstyled,
my face is imperfect,
my eyes lined with dark circles.
i were just a bit paler,
my hair just a bit lighter,
my legs just a bit longer;
maybe, then, i could be pretty too.
i know what grandma was saying when she told me
i wasn’t white enough;
but i don’t want to be another clone,
faceless and shapeless against all the colors of the world.
i’d rather be me:
all five feet, n
|Hi! I'm Cindy. My username is a reflection of the angst I have regarding my name. I'm an eighteen year old girl living in the United States. I'm a pianist, violist, cross country runner, and writer. Feel free to look around... I don't bite.|