Monday, August 8, 2011

Purdue Essay


Q160. Essay--Statement of 250-1,000 words. This essay and all information provided as part of the admission application process will be used for freshman scholarship consideration. Choose one:
  1. Describe how a Purdue education will help you achieve your personal and/or professional goals.
  2. Envision yourself near the end of a fulfilling, lifelong career and you just published your autobiography. Share the title and introduction.
  3. Imagine being able to join a conversation between any two people, living or deceased. Describe that conversation. Identify the people and topic and express what you were able to contribute and/or what you learned.
Respond to only ONE of the above topics in the space provided to the right.Required

3. As I sat on the firm scratchy sofa awaiting my host and his guest, I marveled at the sense of power and authority that seemed to flow into my veins through the crisp cool atmosphere, as if an IV of splendor and magnificence were preventing me from losing consciousness. Indeed, I did have a good reason to feel light headed and somewhat queasy; it’s not every day that you meet some of the most powerful people to have walked the face of the planet.
                I was tracing the patterns of the ornate carpet with my eyes for the fifth time when at last a man of large build wearing a simple black suit, tie, and sunglasses entered the Oval Office to tell me that the meeting was relocated to the rear patio on account of the beautiful weather. As we left the bright majestic room and filed down the boxy corridors of the White House, I began to feel the same nervous anticipation that I had felt as a boy when about to ask a girl out on a date growing with each step.
                After what seemed long enough to have been hours yet too short for me to have regained my nerves, we reached the large French doors to the back center of the building, beyond which I could make out two figures sipping on drinks and sitting at a large, round, plastic picnic table.
                Upon hearing the opening of a door behind them, the two men turned their heads, rose from their seats, and headed my way. I greeted President Obama and former President George W. Bush very enthusiastically, shaking their hands so vigorously they must have thought I was an assassin trained in bone crushing martial arts.
                They led the way to the table where we all sat down and President Obama had the attendant fetch me a Coke. While we were waiting for him to return, however, the two presidents continued their previous conversation about the economic crisis. I sat, my attention fixed on the two, for some time in silence. President Obama claimed that the best way to lower unemployment rates and fix the economy was to stimulate the businesses, to give them a little ‘defib’ as he called it. He explained how the money would trickle down and how this method was foolproof. George, however, thoroughly disagreed. He immediately expressed his opinion by elaborating on all of the flaws of Trickle Down Economic theory. Bush explained that while the theory worked in a perfect world, this world was not perfect and so the theory couldn’t be completely applied.
                Although I’m a supporter of President Obama, I couldn’t help but agree with George. I noted briefly in my mind how he took a more logical approach to problems as the President took an ideological one. What made Obama different from other politicians, however, was that although he was an idealist, he did not let it hinder him when coming to a compromise with realists.
                While Bush was elaborating about perfect worlds and the flaws of theories, I interrupted him midsentence to stimulate a growing thought in my mind. I asked the two why we couldn’t just raise taxes a bit to solve the economic problem. I recalled how Roosevelt had done so in the Great Depression and how it had paved the way to a huge growth spurt in the national revenue. For Obama’s sake I also pointed out how the president before Roosevelt, President Hoover, had attempted to treat the broken economy with stimulus money and how it had only made the situation even worse. Both presidents at the table commended me for my knowledge of U.S. History, but Obama retorted, saying that the reason for the huge economic growth after the Great Depression resulted largely from disorder in Europe and East Asia, which boosted nationalism and made people more industrious on the home front.
                Both Bush and I agreed, but Bush claimed that even had the war not occurred, economic growth in America would’ve rocketed skyward anyway. As the two men talked on, I sat quiet for the majority of the rest of the afternoon, only taking in information as a computer would data streaming from the internet. Finally, towards the end of my visit, I compiled my mental data and spoke once more. I told the two that I saw a similarity with all of the methods we discussed, and that it was that none of them worked. They sat perplexed. I continued on despite their dumbfound faces by asking why we didn’t just try something new. Immediately they began insisting that there was nothing practical left to try and that the key lied in one of the methods that they had tried and failed with or dismissed many times before.
                On the silent ride home, I pondered everything that had happened that night and everything I’d heard. I had finally come to a conclusion by the time I arrived home. The American people have some very qualified and educated people holding office in their government. After immense thought, I concluded that although much education can bring much knowledge, it doesn’t necessarily bring wisdom. Many of the politicians in our government have a lot of knowledge to bring to the table, but that knowledge isn’t worth much if one doesn’t know how to make the most of it for the best possible outcome.

The only reason I ended it the way I did is because it asked what I contributed/ learned, and because I didn't contribute much in the dialogue (because I was just going with the flow when writing it), I decided to add a little lesson to it that I learned. I was also running out of words.

All In A Day's Work

Well I'm not quite sure where to begin. I guess I'll start from when I woke up, since technically that was the conscious beginning of my day. So, at approximately 7:30 A.M., I rose from my warm comfy bed to meet my chiming alarm clock with a solid fist. Actually, I didn't use my fist; as always, I placidly got up, stumbled across the room, and slid the switch to off.
The reason it's on the other side of the room is so I'm not tempted to just reach over, switch it off, and fall back to sleep. Logical, right? Well just because something is logical doesn't mean it works. I've developed a sort of subconscious method over the past couple years for dealing with the noisy nuisance, which basically consists of me rolling out of bed, silently walking to the alarm clock, turning around (I'm not sure which way, counter clockwise or clockwise, but I'm sure there's a specific direction I turn), and sliding back into bed. By the time I'm fully awake later in the morning, I can hardly remember turning the thing off.
Luckily, this morning I actually stayed out of my bed. Anyway, for the sake of time, I'll just cut to the chase. I mowed 3 lawns today in 6 hours, so that averages out to about 2 hours per lawn. Overall, I earned close $56.25, which isn't bad considering the amount of time it took to mow. Subtracting gas from that, I'd say I had a net profit of about $50 give or take. So overall it was a good day though exhausting.
I learned a couple key things as well:
1. I will never again, no matter how hot it is, wear denim shorts when mowing. Whenever I got to weedeating grass around rocky driveways or parking lots or even just the highway, the little fragments of rock and probably some small one's of glass would launch up at my legs like shrapnel from a bomb, with about the same effect to scale; my legs are now covered with little red scabs. Yeah, granted it probably sounds like it was pretty painful, and it was! I just sucked it up so I could finish the jobs, taking satisfaction in my resolution to never ever wear shorts again. From now on, it's jeans all the way.
2. The harder you work, the more your work is appreciated, especially if the boss is nearby. I was working on one of the lawns while the owner was in his house, checking the mail, and after he noticed I was working very hard he gave me an additional 5 dollars to the already generous pay of 30 dollars for the yard. He told me, "Go get yourself a drink." I'll be honest; I did not get a drink, namely because I need every cent I can get and I'm pretty tight most of the time. The gesture, however, was still greatly appreciated by yours truly.

Well that's basically all I really learned. I will note, though, that while I was on the second lawn the skies got pretty dark. In fact, a few droplets of rain tapped my knees while I was riding the mower, hastily trying to get the yard down before the buckets began falling. The rain never came. Miraculously, as I was finishing the mowing and getting to the weedeating, which I could do rain or shine, the clouds parted above and I was greeted by warm rays of sunlight.
Mowing the third yard was somewhat serene and peaceful. Although it required a lot of work, actually more intense work than the previous two lawns, it was kind of bliss. Half of the sky was blue and half was white with a tinge of gray to it. The clouds hung heavy in the atmosphere, seemingly filled with H2O but unable to drop it because they weren't unified enough. They hung in the sky like the heavens, with the sun casting shadows from an angle such that the clouds cast shadows on themselves. Despite the din of the mower, every time I did a sweep in the direction of the sun, I felt as if I were a lost soul returning to his homeland after a long journey; weary but calm, content, and at peace once again.
My next post will be of the essay I plan on submitting for admission to Purdue!