I’ve been trying to write my statement of purpose for a month now. Grad school feels right to me. That is why I want to go. Putting words to that in an expressive essay is proving difficult.
After all these weeks of wordlessness, I decided to try a new tact. My family is in Hilton Head for Thanksgiving and we’re staying in a pimp palace thanks to my dad. A pimp palace complete with jacuzzi tub.
Tonight I decided to luxury that essay out of myself. So, jacuzzi, candles, Bailey’s and I all got together for a sit-down. That little spark which I figured would ignite this pile of pleasures, I stole from my brother.
I cannot describe to you the rushing tingle the cascaded through my body as I first touched that pristine water. It was heaven and only enfolded my deeper as I sank into the tub.
Unfortunately the stillness of the tub seemed to incite a like stillness in my brain. I could feel myself slipping into mindlessness. Not a bad place to be, but a bad place to try and find a statement of purpose. The whiskey and cream was certainly not helping either. Hoping to offset these ill effects, I turned on the jets.
Immediately, fountains of water sprang to life covering my resting head in frothing foam. I could see, as I arose spitting, that this was an environment poorly suited for writing statements of purpose.
It was invigorating though and woke me right up. I have been using alternating periods of quiet and fervor to keep me going. To date I have produced this account of my pursuit of a statement of purpose.
Statement of purpose still forthcoming.