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Hi Everyone!
So, I've been considering what I'm going to write for my "most challenging experience" essay.
To preface this: I'm not necessarily proud of it, but I hooked up with a lot of people -- a lot of people -- while at Burning Man. It was probably the psilocybin mushrooms (okay to mention???) combined with the desert heat. I also made some art while I was there that I may upload to support my application. The art really spoke to me while I was "under the influence," but I'm not sure the point of it now. But it's bright and has a lot of neon colors.
But that's beside the point. After I took the fourth walk of shame back to my encampment, some of my compatriots began to slut-shame me. As an advocate for the slut-shamed throughout college, I found that suddenly the tables had turned and I was being called a "grungy harlot." I was so deeply saddened that had to dismantle my artwork and travel home -- I left in such a hurry that I forgot the pot I brought with me to camp (okay to mention???) I had nightmares about the experience for 3 or 4 days and it really affected my outlook toward medicine, somehow. I think.
Is this a good topic for a secondary essay? THANKZ EVERYONE!!!!11!
So, I've been considering what I'm going to write for my "most challenging experience" essay.
To preface this: I'm not necessarily proud of it, but I hooked up with a lot of people -- a lot of people -- while at Burning Man. It was probably the psilocybin mushrooms (okay to mention???) combined with the desert heat. I also made some art while I was there that I may upload to support my application. The art really spoke to me while I was "under the influence," but I'm not sure the point of it now. But it's bright and has a lot of neon colors.
But that's beside the point. After I took the fourth walk of shame back to my encampment, some of my compatriots began to slut-shame me. As an advocate for the slut-shamed throughout college, I found that suddenly the tables had turned and I was being called a "grungy harlot." I was so deeply saddened that had to dismantle my artwork and travel home -- I left in such a hurry that I forgot the pot I brought with me to camp (okay to mention???) I had nightmares about the experience for 3 or 4 days and it really affected my outlook toward medicine, somehow. I think.
Is this a good topic for a secondary essay? THANKZ EVERYONE!!!!11!
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