I used to hate Baylor. Even the idea of attending Baylor seemed ludicrous to me. My conception of Baylor was very limited and only consisted of that which at had seen at my small high school. Every person that I knew that went to Baylor was crazy. For example, was one girl in particular that truly convinced me that Baylor students were…unhinged. All she would talk about was going to Baylor; she was probably wrapped in a green and gold blanket after she was born, dressed as a bear every year for Halloween, and if she could would probably change her name from Elizabeth Bailey to Elizabeth Baylor. If only crazy people went there then I wanted no part of it. But despite it all I began my application. As the incessant question of, “What colleges
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It’s a school of crazy! Wait. What if they’re not crazy? But did you see Elizabeth? That wasn't crazy that was passion. Each person that I saw fade into the northern sunset as they made the trek up to Waco had one thing in common: they were passionate. I was passionate. I pick something that I want or like and I cling to it. I started theatre in seventh grade to escape my crazy band teacher and found myself six years later spending every extra hour I had at rehearsal acting or helping out around the set. In eighth grade, I took a picture. It was a good picture. I thought to myself, “That was fun. Let’s do it again!” And thats how I started in photography. Junior year I started a part time job on top of theatre to buy a new camera. In elementary school I saw the tech booth at a Sunday service and it looked quite interesting. In middle school I began working tech for my church changing lights, switching slides. I eventually became the A/V team leader for grace kids and even trained the rising students. I devoted what would seem like crazy amounts of time to the activities not because I was crazy but because I’m passionate. Baylor is place full of passion that I realized would perfectly fit me and my drive. Being surrounded my a community of passionate people and strong academics would allow me to continue pursuing passions and hopefully finding new ones. I want to go to Baylor because it’s a place full of passion and I believe that I can
It’s a school of crazy! Wait. What if they’re not crazy? But did you see Elizabeth? That wasn't crazy that was passion. Each person that I saw fade into the northern sunset as they made the trek up to Waco had one thing in common: they were passionate. I was passionate. I pick something that I want or like and I cling to it. I started theatre in seventh grade to escape my crazy band teacher and found myself six years later spending every extra hour I had at rehearsal acting or helping out around the set. In eighth grade, I took a picture. It was a good picture. I thought to myself, “That was fun. Let’s do it again!” And thats how I started in photography. Junior year I started a part time job on top of theatre to buy a new camera. In elementary school I saw the tech booth at a Sunday service and it looked quite interesting. In middle school I began working tech for my church changing lights, switching slides. I eventually became the A/V team leader for grace kids and even trained the rising students. I devoted what would seem like crazy amounts of time to the activities not because I was crazy but because I’m passionate. Baylor is place full of passion that I realized would perfectly fit me and my drive. Being surrounded my a community of passionate people and strong academics would allow me to continue pursuing passions and hopefully finding new ones. I want to go to Baylor because it’s a place full of passion and I believe that I can