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Excerpts from my original college essay

The sounds of ticking clocks, opening cash registers and speeding conveyer belts break through the silence. A simply chaotic combination coalesces harmoniously into instruments of a unique orchestra. Each moment the sound intensifies. Each moment I feel my blood rushing faster. The harmony slips to chaos as a shrill scream becomes audible over the mechanical symphony. A swell of volume from the synthesizer obliterates everything. Instantly my eyes open. Simultaneously, the bass flows through my body as the guitar chorus opens my mind. I breathe in the air; another day has begun.

................Later.........................

The key turns in the ignition. Dozens of old-fashioned alarms explode from the speakers. The wheel turns and my car rolls onto the street. The keyboard beautifully flows over the union of a ringing bass line in time with the soft pat of bongo drums. The car races down the highway. As the chorus ends David Gilmore conveys his emotions from the fret board and strings, through the pick-ups, out the speakers and into my soul. I arrive at school just in time.