like me

my essays scream and screech. i don’t typically write like this. but lately, i’ve been writing to the devil saying, “like me.” he must like me, or i’m doomed for life.

that’s what the college application season feels like. as a gap-year, test-optional, full-ride seeking international studen who didn’t go to an international school, the odds are all stacked against me.

my chances are slimmer than the rest, but i’m still holding on to that sliver of hope that one of these institutions will see my worth.

like me.