Personal Narrative: College
College Essay
Somewhere along Interstate 95 south, I had my movie moment. At 2:00 AM nothing matters but sleep. So when a friend of mine shook me awake as our coach bus “La Cubana” passed through Washington D.C, my mind was elsewhere. Until I opened my eyes, my body was filled with instant annoyance at her. The moment I did open them though, I was greeted by my peer’s awestruck faces at the sight that lay before them. The air around me had suddenly transformed to remedy making me whole. I had never been to Washington D.C.; just seen pictures online or in history textbooks. But being there and seeing how grand and beautiful the Washington and Jefferson Memorial were took my breath away. Even as the bus passed by hundreds of miles per hour,
the building’s seraphic light cleared my sleepy vision. I too was now gawking at the imposing features of the United States’ capital. It wasn’t until the bus was on the highway looming above the ground that I could see the buildings. As fast as we were going, it seemed as if I was capable of turning time. Everything was slow and as our bus climbed up the highway “Deliver Us” from the Prince of Egypt blasted its final notes into my headphones. In that moment I felt like living. In the climax of our driving for the night, I was able to see the amalgamation happening before me. It was then that I felt as if I had been given the eyes of God.
Living that moment made me realize the appreciation I didn’t know I had for life. Being someone who believed in reality never made me the greatest cheerleader. So when I finally did experience that moment the universe became mine and I took its hand willingly. Before this happened to me I was pessimistic and limited. I have had many experiences in life that have tried to destroy this carefully painted picture that I had of life, and they eventually did. I went through a period of time where I didn’t believe in anything. Not a god, not love, and not even myself.
When I had my movie moment, everything I knew was rewritten into a poetic beautiful romance novel that made me hopeful as a child would be. Going through experiences that push you to grow usually binds someone’s feelings into stone. For me, they unleashed a new part of myself. I was able to rise up and be reincarnated into a person I care about.
My moment was enlightening for me because I’ve been hurt. If I hadn’t experienced any devastation I wouldn’t have been able to appreciate that moment in its entirety. People can never truly appreciate the light if they have never experienced darkness. It takes an open mind to take a step back and look at everything in retrospect. So I thank that moment upon the Promised Land along Interstate 95 south, for giving me a new mind.
Somewhere along Interstate 95 south, I had my movie moment. At 2:00 AM nothing matters but sleep. So when a friend of mine shook me awake as our coach bus “La Cubana” passed through Washington D.C, my mind was elsewhere. Until I opened my eyes, my body was filled with instant annoyance at her. The moment I did open them though, I was greeted by my peer’s awestruck faces at the sight that lay before them. The air around me had suddenly transformed to remedy making me whole. I had never been to Washington D.C.; just seen pictures online or in history textbooks. But being there and seeing how grand and beautiful the Washington and Jefferson Memorial were took my breath away. Even as the bus passed by hundreds of miles per hour,
the building’s seraphic light cleared my sleepy vision. I too was now gawking at the imposing features of the United States’ capital. It wasn’t until the bus was on the highway looming above the ground that I could see the buildings. As fast as we were going, it seemed as if I was capable of turning time. Everything was slow and as our bus climbed up the highway “Deliver Us” from the Prince of Egypt blasted its final notes into my headphones. In that moment I felt like living. In the climax of our driving for the night, I was able to see the amalgamation happening before me. It was then that I felt as if I had been given the eyes of God.
Living that moment made me realize the appreciation I didn’t know I had for life. Being someone who believed in reality never made me the greatest cheerleader. So when I finally did experience that moment the universe became mine and I took its hand willingly. Before this happened to me I was pessimistic and limited. I have had many experiences in life that have tried to destroy this carefully painted picture that I had of life, and they eventually did. I went through a period of time where I didn’t believe in anything. Not a god, not love, and not even myself.
When I had my movie moment, everything I knew was rewritten into a poetic beautiful romance novel that made me hopeful as a child would be. Going through experiences that push you to grow usually binds someone’s feelings into stone. For me, they unleashed a new part of myself. I was able to rise up and be reincarnated into a person I care about.
My moment was enlightening for me because I’ve been hurt. If I hadn’t experienced any devastation I wouldn’t have been able to appreciate that moment in its entirety. People can never truly appreciate the light if they have never experienced darkness. It takes an open mind to take a step back and look at everything in retrospect. So I thank that moment upon the Promised Land along Interstate 95 south, for giving me a new mind.