work/play/work

In between my bed and bed frame, there’s a really old photo of a stuffed animal I had when I was a newborn. It’s a green and red caterpillar/millipede type thing, but not as terrifying as the real life one. They (the makers) weren’t really going for realistic accuracy-it has a cute smile and stubby legs…

Anyways I really liked that stuff animal, it’s stuffed somewhere in a closet now (with at least one leg missing) so I just have a photo of it as a material representative. 2-D.

I’m hungry today, I was hungry yesterday. I will be hungry again, sometime in the future. I think I should continue this job (writing/being a student). It’ll be fun to do.

We run out of energy, we’re always running out. I think we can pause the drip for a while, but it doesn’t increase so readily. It decreases. Decreasing energy levels make it hard to work sometimes. It’s like pulling realllly hard, or pushing extra hard. It can be okay, paradoxically it can be even energizing, maybe.

For the sake of it. For the sake of A goal.



I still want to know. 5 years have passed, and I still want to know. In momentary glimpses of life I want to know. I want to know illuminated microcosmic instances like they’re sunny urban landscapes titillating macrocosms


My grandpa stares at me through partially formed cataracts. I don’t know how these medical things go. The eyes start to cloud anyways, so when I was sure he was looking he didn’t see. I was sometimes frightened of these eyes that saw sometimes-didn’t see.


Today’s over an hour ago. I run out of steam, the bell’s in the bag.

I look over slowly, closely eyeing the water on wet rocks.

I look and something glints, sturdy I see, it glints, metal, medium-sized, plastic orange form-it glints, my key.

How did you first learn about Rice University and what motivated you to apply? 

dilatoriness

I’m not sure. I think I first heard of Rice University…in middle school. I think elementary school was too much a time of suburban underwater microcosms. Middle school took me out of the world of pissed jeans, duck duck goose, Mrs. Sawyer’s Journey blasting on the radio in 5th grade science, and into one of G.T. inculcation (we were the “smart ones”), portable philosophy and a universe of magical dimension: Downtown Houston.

On the day to MFAH for a field trip-8th grade-sunny in January, I see out the right side of the white bus’s windows a building in stucco white and a stone sign in front announcing its function- “Rice Graduate Apartments.” A young adult male, Asian in black uniform walks on the sidewalk past the sign and I say, “there’s a guy” sincerely thinking the spoken phrase would ignite some imaginary filament of knowledge in my mind-a pathway between this finite figure and the infinite curiosity of this 13 year old.

Maybe he was a Rice student- Who knows? I wanted to know.

I still want to know. 5 years have passed, and I still want to know.


With the understanding that the choice of academic school you indicated is not binding, explain why you are applying to that particular school of study. (150 word limit)


The quality of Rice’s academic life and the Residential College System are heavily influenced by the unique life experiences and cultural traditions each student brings. What personal perspective would you contribute to life at Rice? (500 word limit)

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