Works of a personal statement.

Don't call me indecisive. Really, I'd prefer the term interested. As an undergraduate, I've dabbled in this and that--testing the waters with subject matter ranging from comparative animal physiology to journalism. Yet, don't call me well-rounded either. You see, the term is too cliche, too, well-- average.

I can't be positive about this, but for a period of my life, I really was different. I wanted to try things, and, fail or succeed, never look back in disgust. I wanted to be that rogue, laughing at the T.V., brandishing a glass of who-know's-what while pulling the dresses of whomever I felt fit at the time. I wanted to sit through works of art, staring through the pixels to something that felt warm and breathing. And then I wanted to tell you about it. I wanted this. I think you did too.