#The Real Thing
Sometimes,
It’s hard to look myself in the face.
The mirror that looks back at me every morning,
With sights of crazy hair, droopy eyes, and the next big zit
From all the stress poured into my last mid-term test
Can be frightening--
Especially in a half-asleep stupor.
But as I look, taking time to look over
The endless pores, crevices, and marks on my face--
Not to mention the endless amounts of split ends--
I force myself to step back
covered in my old high school t-shirt and sweats.
How attractive am I?
The sarcastic thought that always concludes my time in the mirror.
To wake up to myself everyday,
Un-prepped, unfashionable, entirely undone,
This is the me no one gets to see.
This, is the real thing.
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I am a college Sophomore, looking to reach for the seemingly unattainable dream of pursuing a higher education. I am hopeful that my dream can be reached by taking risks that may not always leave me successful in the end. However, it is better to have taken a risk than to have never risked anything at all. I am ready to jump in with both feet to make this a reality, and to be able to encourage other middle class students that college is attainable, no matter the number of dollar signs that intimidate us looking at skyrocketing tuition rates. Education is worth the pursuit, and I am not willing to give up!
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