I don't remember what I wrote for my college applications, but it was definitely a handwritten mess. I recapped the plot to Fight Club, talking about the plot of the book like it was the most revelatory thing that's ever been written in the modern era.
Sure, Brad Pitt's obliques had a lot to do with why I'd initially become so obsessed with Chuck Palahniuk's book in the first place, and I kind of cringe when I look back at what I was obsessed with back then as an angsty teen, clinging to anything that could be viewed as "edgy." But as stupid as that essay was, I do remember writing it with a lot of feeling. As deluded as I was when I wrote it, I definitely believed in what I was doing.
I guess I thought I was making some kind of grand political statement that ended up not paying off. Like, at all. The truth was, I wasn't really all that excited to go to college, mainly because I was put off by how expensive it was. I also didn't want to settle for a school that wasn't my first choice. There are times, however, where I wonder what would've happened had I gotten accepted to Yale, or if I never attended college at all.