Personal Narrative: My Closet

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If I were to describe my life using one phrase, it’d probably end up being an oxymoron like “organized chaos” or “random order.” To the casual observer, my life appears to entail sporadic, eclectic passions that start out strong then fade away, replaced by a new hobby. However, behind this chaotic hodgepodge of obsessions lies a unifying theme: collecting information and expanding my mind. My constant thirst for learning has taken various forms throughout my life. The physical embodiment of this abstract trait is my closet.

My closet is my museum; my history. Artifacts from each era lay there, undisturbed, concealed by dust. On the top shelve, a box of tipis evokes one of my favorite and passionate eras: my 3rd grade obsession over Native
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My current passion, which I want to practice for my entire life, lies in the social sciences and education reform, as evidenced by my assortment of books. I want to continue to learn the social sciences for the sake of understanding and I want to be a teacher and use my classroom as a laboratory for innovation. Naturally, the ideal trajectory is a PhD followed by academia. Reed is well-known for its high percentage of students going on to get PhDs, and the rigorous courses offered at Reed promote discussion and searching for connections between ideas rather than bland memorization. This is the perfect first step toward my goal. Furthermore, the required senior thesis would allow me to gain a deeper understanding of my field by contributing something new to society and making new connections. It will also prepare me for the doctoral

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