I had to laugh because recently I wrote about taking guitar lessons and the very next day I got three calls to volunteer! Apparently, people thought I must have too much time on my hands. I’ve been mentally writing an essay on being like Mama Duck (serene on top, but paddling like mad underneath), so I really appreciate your thoughts and the quote from Tim Kreider!
The other day I was thinking of writing an essay on being a cripple. I was thinking hard in one of the stalls of the women’s room in my office building, as I was shoving my shirt into my jeans and tugging up my zipper. Preoccupied, I flushed, picked up my book bag, took my cane down from the hook, and unlatched the door. So many movements unbalanced me, and as I pulled the door open I fell over backward, landing fully clothed on the toilet seat with my legs splayed in front of me: the old beetle-on-its-back routine. Saturday afternoon, the building deserted, I was free to laugh aloud as I wriggled back to my feet, my voice bouncing off the yellowish tiles from all directions. Had anyone been there with me, I’d have been still and faint and hot with chagrin. I decided that it was high time to write the essay.
Short essay on being a leader . Writing a descriptive essay
I still don't think an essay on being gay would be compelling reading for a college admissions officer. Why would just being gay make you a better candidate than someone else? I would be more impressed by accomplishments, creativity, community service, internships and the like.