Would You Accept Me?
Okay, tonight I worked on one of my applications. There’s a LOT to this whole thing, but I accomplished yet another element this evening. I had to answer a complicated question. I think I did it. Of course, I’d love your opinions.
Question: Enrolling and graduating a diverse student body is central to the University of Minnesota’s mission. Please write a statement that identifies the distinctive qualities, characteristics, and life experiences you would contribute to your graduate program and to the education of fellow students at the University of Minnesota. You may wish to include examples that address your contribution to the diversity of the student body and illustrate your motivation to succeed by setting high standards for accomplishing intellectual and other goals, overcoming obstacles to achievement, and/or helping others to gain access to the resources necessary for success.
Here’s my answer:
At first glance I’m kind of bland. Average even. Basically, I’m every woman.
I’m the girl who sat next to you in chem. class back in high school. I’m the kid who never learned to play the guitar. I’m the lady in the car parked next to you at the stop light. Yeah, the one who is singing along with the radio at the top of her lungs—that lady.
I am every woman.
I’m the chubby girl at the corner table sharing drinks with friends. I’m the woman who brushed past you in the grocery store. Was she crying? I’m the new girl at the office. What was her name again? I’m a lot of seemingly average things. The biggest difference between me and any woman you might run into on the street is the fact that I’m telling my stories — and her stories. Our stories.
I want my dad to be proud of me. So does she. I was abused as child. So was she. My first boyfriend broke my heart. So did hers. One of my best friends killed himself in high school. So did hers.
I am every woman—every human. And I’m writing our stories. I’m distilling the experiences of life into the truths we all want to know. And I’m trying to do it one beautiful sentence at a time. I’m providing a true peek behind the veil. That one that most of us are afraid to pull back. And I’m doing so with a wisdom and perspective beyond my years. Some say I have an old soul. I think I’m not that different from anyone else.
I am every woman.
But for some reason I can’t help paying attention to every little thing and trying to make sense of it for myself. And I write about it so that we can all share a piece of that truth.
I am every woman. And as much as she is, I am certainly distinctive. My qualities, characteristics and life experiences may seem less than extraordinary. But the perspective I lend to any experience or situation and the empathy I have for others are incredible. They make me a good teacher. They make me a good listener. They make me a good editor. They make me a good pastor and they make even me a great lover.
The ways that I can contribute to the education of my fellow students are as vast as the things we all experience throughout our lives. I find truth and then I explain it. That seems simple when I type it out like this, but it’s actually bigger than me. It’s all of us. And I’m writing about it.
I am every woman. The biggest difference is probably just that I’ve decided to write about it.
So, what do you guys think? after reading that would you accept me?