Personal Statement
4. Explain unicorns.
“What do you know about unicorns?” the man across from me asked, pushing up his glasses. I blinked, caught off-guard by the question from this new chairman. What was he talking about? “Unicorns?” I stuttered. He only nodded. “W-well, I don’t know?” I hesitantly replied. Did he really just pull me out of class to ask about unicorns? Is he crazy? He watched me, his sharp eyes narrowing before shaking his head sadly. “You must think I’m crazy…” Bingo. You were right there, mister. “But I’m not. Unicorns exist in our heads,” he tapped his head with his index finger before continuing, “they’re demons who give us happy thoughts before replacing them with dark and evil thoughts.” “Uh, I see--” I muttered, …show more content…
I didn’t notice how he clutched his head, hunching over in pain. I didn’t hear how he groaned in pain. I didn’t notice anything. I didn’t know that I was to be the next “suspecting victim” of the unicorns.
5. How did you get caught? (Or not caught, as the case may be.)
Cold sweat running down my brow, my lips twitched with apprehension as my eyes nervously darted back and forth. She stood in front of me with a wide smile, her hands clasped together. “Hey, I asked you a question! Who’s that cake for?”
Her voice was curious and innocent. I refused to meet her searching eyes, but later found it difficult because of her intense staring. Her eyes burned holes into my skull. My heart was pounding and I was sweating bullets--I wondered if she could see through my horrible act of being nonchalant. I desperately hoped she didn’t notice this was all for her. “Are you still giving me the silent treatment?”
Afraid I would blow the secret, I didn’t answer her question.
“You are, aren’t you? Well, fine. That’s just fine.”
But, was it really? The sad look on her face told me a different story. I didn’t bother to stop her as she rushed past me, her eyes casted to the ground. What if she was crying? I shook my head, getting rid of guilty thoughts. She’ll be
4. Explain unicorns.
“What do you know about unicorns?” the man across from me asked, pushing up his glasses. I blinked, caught off-guard by the question from this new chairman. What was he talking about? “Unicorns?” I stuttered. He only nodded. “W-well, I don’t know?” I hesitantly replied. Did he really just pull me out of class to ask about unicorns? Is he crazy? He watched me, his sharp eyes narrowing before shaking his head sadly. “You must think I’m crazy…” Bingo. You were right there, mister. “But I’m not. Unicorns exist in our heads,” he tapped his head with his index finger before continuing, “they’re demons who give us happy thoughts before replacing them with dark and evil thoughts.” “Uh, I see--” I muttered, …show more content…
I didn’t notice how he clutched his head, hunching over in pain. I didn’t hear how he groaned in pain. I didn’t notice anything. I didn’t know that I was to be the next “suspecting victim” of the unicorns.
5. How did you get caught? (Or not caught, as the case may be.)
Cold sweat running down my brow, my lips twitched with apprehension as my eyes nervously darted back and forth. She stood in front of me with a wide smile, her hands clasped together. “Hey, I asked you a question! Who’s that cake for?”
Her voice was curious and innocent. I refused to meet her searching eyes, but later found it difficult because of her intense staring. Her eyes burned holes into my skull. My heart was pounding and I was sweating bullets--I wondered if she could see through my horrible act of being nonchalant. I desperately hoped she didn’t notice this was all for her. “Are you still giving me the silent treatment?”
Afraid I would blow the secret, I didn’t answer her question.
“You are, aren’t you? Well, fine. That’s just fine.”
But, was it really? The sad look on her face told me a different story. I didn’t bother to stop her as she rushed past me, her eyes casted to the ground. What if she was crying? I shook my head, getting rid of guilty thoughts. She’ll be