How I Got into SMU

For my entry into Southern Methodist University, I was asked to choose two words that described me, to explain why, and to write something that explained who I am. On of my first posts, I am mE, is my essay. These are my words.

Passionate

When I walk onto the smooth, wooden floors of the open room, my reflection staring back at me in the mirror, I can see the fiery hunger for the capacity to speak. My energy bursts beyond my kinesphere, surging through the four walls, the floor, and the ceiling. I feel a spotlight pour over my head, illuminating my spirit as I begin to move. My dancing triggers imagery, questions, spontaneity, and emotion. I want to leave others with my hunger, my longing, my passion for communication. Once I dance them, the words flow breezily through my feet and legs up into my soul and around my heart, into my hand, and onto the page. I live my life as such, pouring my very being into all that I do, incorporating every aspect as piece of my self.

Magnetic

I am not very tall—only 5’4”. People think I am tall. It’s not that think 5’4” is tall, but they say I “seem” tall. There is no question that I am a presence, a presence that can be hard to ignore. When I speak, I want people to listen. When I dance, I want people to watch. It isn’t that I wish to be seen and heard, but I want others to hear my message as I hear theirs. If I make a statement in some profound way, others tend to follow. I want to draw people in, to make them want to know more about anything and everything. There is never any doubt that I have something to say, and I revel in convincing others to want to hear it, see it, analyze it, embrace it, and respond.

3/18/09

bE fABULOUS.