I am Ashley. I am 5′ 9 3/4″ tall, which, if you’re wondering, is too tall to be a Disney princess. Once upon a time, I was widely regarded as the best singer in my school. I am not very humble, but I am working on it. To make up for that character flaw, I am compassionate, charismatic, and carefree, as well as responsible, reliable, and religious. I enjoy following the rules, and I like to be a perfectionist. I am very mature for my age, and I will always pick a Truth over a Dare. I have spent my whole life daydreaming about college, and I know that I belong there. I will be an asset to any school, because I have intelligence, provide diversity, and take care of people. I am a good student and a good friend. I love school, and I love the people in my life. As to how I ended up filling out the University of Oklahoma application for admission… Well, that would require me to tell you a story:
About three weeks ago, my mother asked me if I would like to go for a walk. My body tensed. In my experience, nothing good has ever come of a walk with a family member. It usually means that something terrible has happened. I agreed, bracing myself for the loss of an extended family member or a talk about my potential future stepfather. We hit the trail, and she started on her topic: “I want to talk about OU. I want you to apply there.”
I was sufficiently confused and for a good reason. I have been maneuvering the college application process without guidance from my parents, and if I’m honest with you, it has sucked the life out of me like a ghastly dementor. I am tired, and after applying to four promising schools, I was done with my applications. My parents, however, had other plans. My mother had talked to a close friend about her daughter’s experience at OU and falling in love with an idea, my mother decided that I should apply there, too, clearly not understanding how difficult it is to fill out an application. My father surprisingly agreed with her, desiring that I apply to bigger schools with broader perspectives. Losing the freedom I had hated, I reluctantly began filling out the OU application, but quit six hours later, exhausted from my efforts.
Today, I find myself finishing this application and tearing through the writing questions. Why? I’ve been asking myself that same question this past hour. I know that OU is an incredible school. I have heard nothing but overflowing praise about it: from academics, to athletics, to student life, to the campus. But I don’t really know OU. The personal draw for me is that it is college, and from high school, any college looks better than the present. But there is something about OU that sits in the back of my mind, like an amazing tortilla soup on low-simmer in a crock pot. Could it be that this is the school? I don’t know, because I don’t make the decisions after I send this application. I am excited, though: something I haven’t felt in a long time regarding college decisions. At this point, I turn it over to you. My fate is in your hands. As for me, why, I will sit here and go about my life, checking the mailbox everyday to see whether or not I get the chance to learn what OU is really about.
I secretly hope I do.