College Admissions Essay: Moving Beyond Pastry :: College Admissions Essays

Moving Beyond pastry dough   A few days ago, I innocently happened upon what, according to the bakehouse sign, was an almond croissant. Delighted, I ordered one, and dreamily handed over my ii dollars as memories of bustling Parisian streets and morning bakery smells drifted back to me. However, as I alsok my first bite a record screeched in my head, violently thrusting me out of my daydream and landing me back into the reality that I was not in Paris, but in the middle of the USA, eating what amounted to a dry piece of wonder bread with two barely discriminable almond bits on top. Ah, Paris If you were to ask me why one should live, visit, or return to Paris my answer would undoubtedly be, Pastry.   But on a more serious note, as much as I make do pastries and sweets, I didnt take out student loans, search for scholarships and cross the Atlantic Ocean so I could eat a crepe or a pain au chocolat as shamelessly thin, stylish flock wearing black walked by. I thought I was going to France to battleground French. And this I certainly did. My configurationes were all in French, including a religious studies class at the graduate level (funny how no one mentioned this to me before it was too late to drop it). But the true benefits of my studies abroad continue to conk out more and more apparent the longer I am family unit in the United States. In short, I understand that the world is commodious big place with all kinds of places and mass not in an abstractedness sense, but as a result of experience.   When I see the Mona Lisa on television I think of my first visit to the Louvre as I stared awestruck at her small, mischievous face. When I heard that 200,000 Germans self-collected in solidarity at the Brandenburg Gate to express their sympathy for the US citizens in the aftermath of the recent terrorist attacks I think about the German people I met this summer and the day that I walked through that gate myself. And when I heard that the Paris traffic and metro stopped as a display of sympathy and grief, I felt my eyes sting with tears.