College Admissions Essay: Uncomplicated My Life

I consider myself lucky. Growing up, a child of the 50’s, afforded me the education of a lifetime, yet I did not recognize it for many years. Life was simple, uncomplicated for a child living in a small town and daydreaming was one of its’ pleasures. It was free, extremely personal, and could be done anywhere, anytime, even in church, for which I admit my guilt. Fuel for daydreams was everywhere, in print, on the radio, television or in the movies. The must have magazines, 16 or TV, Radio, Mirror, found on most every girls’ nightstand, escalated desire to escape the simple life. Sleepovers became planning sessions, as we were convinced the smart move was going to Hollywood where dreams come true. Wishing for Annette Funicellos’ pink bedroom, complete with a round bed, a room that was fitting for a princess, became a constant obsession. The bed looked as if staying in the middle might be difficult, but periodically falling off would be a small price to pay for my stardom. I managed somehow to wrangle a stuffed pink poodle from an admirer at the county fair, positioning it just right on my pillow, just like Annette’s’. When I get to Hollywood, I mused, I will have a pink round bed if nothing …show more content…
The daydream of discovery while sitting at a lunch counter is a cruel illusion. To become a star, one is assumed to be smart, have an indescribable magnetism, extremely talented and marketable looks, as one must not just be liked, but absolutely loved by millions worldwide. Months turn into years, as the want-to-be star struggles to gain acceptance in that most exclusive club and from the public who will buy their way to fame. Work becomes never-ending, as one project succeeds and the next one fails. Constantly being scrutinized, criticized, photographed at the most inopportune times, the rising star sacrifices self for the