College Admissions Essay-Feminist-Personal Narrative

“For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection on her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.”

Alfreda was a first generation college student. She had a difficult academic experience being one of only four African American students majoring in animal science. She used her social life to help her cope with the experience. Alfreda mentioned Zinck 's night which is a campus tradition named after a bar keeper in Ithaca that owned a bar that was a haven for college students. Alfreda found no interest in this event, however, she did participate in Slope day because it was an opportunity for her and her friends to celebrate the last day of school. Instead of participating in the university-wide homecoming, she mentions a separate homecoming sponsored by a Black fraternity, Alpha Phi Alpha and the Festival of Black Gospel. She states:

I lay awake on a freezing night; As cold as an arctic snowstorm, and as dark as a planet with no sun. My eyes were open as wide as a deer's in front of a moving vehicle. There was one thought in my mind, one thought only, the love of my life. Her long silky hair, her smooth, tanned skin, her pristine beauty and her effervescent, godlike personality were all I ever desired; she was as sweet as a honeycomb and as unique as a sparkling snowflake in a vast blizzard. Absolutely immaculate, absolutely flawless was our relationship; or so I thought. There was only one problem, one only; it seemed as though no matter how hard I endeavoured to fulfil her desires, I just couldn't. For I had endured thousands of long

The cool night air played over her body as she leaned back, the moonlight causing her skin to glow. And Alduin lips trailed down her heated frame, leaving a trail of goosebumps down to lush breasts. She sucked in a breath as he bit down on the tender flesh as she practically purred with pleasure. The tension melting from her body as he took her hardening nipple into his mouth. Her hands gripping his shoulder as a shutter rushed through her

Dylan, you are my everything. My every single thought. There isn't a second that goes by and I'm not thinking of you. You are the oxygen I need to breathe. Without you, I don't know how I would survive. I need you to survive. Your ever so gentle hands are yet, so strong and make me feel so protected when I'm with you. When you wrap your arms around me, I feel safe. The feel of your soft lips again my skin relaxes me. When I'm with you, I just have this feeling that no one else gives me. When we're together, it's like wee the only two people in the world. You somehow make it so I feel like I'm the most important girl in the world, as if, I'm the only girl in the world. You make me feel like no one else can. Maybe some would say it's just lust, but I know for a

His lips landed roughly on yours, stealing the air from your lungs and leaving your mind empty, devoid of all thoughts except one. Your hands tangled in his thick hair, tugging as you felt your body burn with sudden heat. His teeth nipped roughly at your neck before his lips lavished it with attention, making your body demand his. You could feel his smirk against your skin and you sighed in sweet resignation. You hadn't seen him in three days and it looked like he had missed you as much as you had missed him.

Jonas had already taken of his tunic and was layin on the bed with his eyes closed ready for me to transmit my memory over to him. I reached over and layed my hands on his chest and soon as my warm fingertips touched his delicate skin my memory coursed through him fast. I remember it had been a warm sunny day in June when my family had decided that that we should take a trip down to Virginia Beach, it had took us a while to get there but once we had arrived I couldn't have been more excited to take a dip in the warm blue water. It had only taken us a couple of minutes to unpack all of our beach supplies and everyone was in the water the smell of sea salt feeled the air and you could hear the seagulls from a distance that had landed on shore

I looked at you in the eye, at my sisters sixth birthday, you looked at me back with a confused face, your eyes grew old, sad and frustrated. You wanted to remember but your brain wouldn’t let you. I wish I could've gotten to know you, hug you, and tell you I loved you before you forgot.

Lust drummed through our systems. Kylar’s body hovered over mine as his lips set on mine, hungrily demanding with such a fierce passion as I withered under him, his knees had been placed either side of me caging me under him, his lips left mine to close on the skin of my neck. My head rolled back on its own accord as a loud moan left my lips, hands travelling down his chest before wrapping around his neck loosely, nails lightly pressing into his skin as I tried to resist squirming due to his attention.

The helplessness I felt as I sat clenching my head in the murky, brisk night. The words “ I will always love you no matter what”, repeatedly played in my head like my favorite melody. The feeling of your hands riveting my face as you gave me one last kiss overwhelmed me with heartache. The pessimistic stare you gave me as you proceeded to say, in a sorrow manner, “Goodbye Jo”, haunted me forever. The moment I never thought would come about came into prospective right then, you were no longer mine.

She moved to face me, her nose only inches from my own. I could feel her jagged breath brushing against the flesh of my face. I wanted nothing more than to stay forever. Don't get overly attatched. It was too late for that. Her hands push gently against my cheeks, all warm and soft. Butterflies erupt in the pits of my stomach in

She had the ocean trapped in her eyes, liquid sunshine streaming through her hair, and tan legs as long as the Mississippi river. I don't know what gave me the courage to approach her that day, but somehow I found myself standing beside the rock she was seated on. I managed to muster a few words out. "Hey, what's up?" She looked taken aback for a moment, but soon her blue-green eyes lit up and her body relaxed. "Hello. I'm just studying the moon. Do you want to join me?" she said in a soft voice. I couldn't answer her, my words were caught in my throat as I moved to sit next to her. I enjoyed her presence as she talked about the craters on the moon. Her voice was light and yet full of sultry. In that moment I began to fall, fast and hard. I longed for her attention and affection. I wanted to talk to her all the time every day, every second I could get even if I had nothing important to say. She made me feel complete like the icing on a cake. To me, she was the most beautiful girl and I felt that she could make my plain world beautiful too. We talked more as the night went on, the stars dancing above our presence. It all went by so fast like we were stuck in our own little world. It wasn't until she realized it was 2 in the morning and had to

The night, when it happened, felt like so many others. You were with her, alone in this atrocious woods, under this oak tree. She reached out her hand and held yours, reminding you you’d never be alone. You and her sat there, backs against the moss, exchanging blissful nothings for centuries compacted in

After the initial stumbling block more commonly known as residential life, I faced the towering challenge of settling into classes. Once I had registered (which was itself something of a dilemma), I had in my hand a sheet of abbreviations that rivaled a military briefing or a computer manual. My first class, on a Thursday morning, was located in a building called CBW, which stood for Classroom Building West. Surely the

The vivid sunset melts scarlet, gold and violet together to capture the sight of her hot chocolate. The birds serenade my ears from afar. The autumn leaves forced to dance by the chilly breeze, as it dances with my hair. As the cool breeze sways around it slightly brushes against my lips leaving a salty, but sweet taste behind. The grass, splashed with the cologne of Petrichor, trying to court my hand and legs. She broke all love connections to look down the hill as the horns screamed at each other.