Saturday, February 16, 2019

Certified to Live :: Graduate Admissions Essays

Certified to Live The day had finally come, and today it was over. I had worked diligently for four years, and what did I have to show for it? single measly little degree. All that work just for a military somebodynel of paper. That night, after the graduation ceremony, I tossed and turned thinking abtaboo the prehistoric four years and what this degree meant. According to the University of Southern Mississippi Honors College, I was now certified to be a filmmaker. But what did that mean? Sure, I knew how to work a camera, edit film I even knew the order for writing a script. I could classify movies into genres, and decipher the most mixed plots. However, these things did not ensure me a career in film. I require talent, creativity, and drive to really be successful. I was suddenly very anxious about what I was going to do if I failed, and even got out my old college bulletin to look at other possible majors. A few more years of school did not sound so bad. Then, I star ted recalling the past few years of my life. I had had so much fun in college. Staying up all night and talking with my friends, people-watching on the campus lawn, all those midnight McDonalds runs. College had been my first time to really be away from my family and friends. It had presumptuousness me a chance to really come into my own, to realize the kind of person I really wanted to be. I had been able to make mistakes freely, and get word from them. Throughout the four years, some of my professors had been wonderful. There had been my Freshman Comp. Professor who had pushed me until I finally became a good writer. My film editing instructor had eternally liked my work, and said she would help me to get started in the business. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I knew.

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