NewsDec 24, 2007 - 13:33 PM PST So, my cousin just left back to Oregon, and I couldn't help but wondering as I was driving back from the LAX why people admire others. Even as a kid, I would look up to her - despite how she treated me or whether or not she wanted (or could handle) the responsibility of an admirer. Why couldn't I just be who I was? Why did I act like her when I was 10 and why did I feel so proud when people mistook us for sisters. I had my Yale interview awhile ago and I was asked who I admired. It was probably the most difficult question for me. Do I really admire anyone? Isn't it just the qualities they represent or the stories they have developed? A person admires Dostoevsky's Raskolnikov for his goodwill and intelligence even though he murders two women and attempts to murder his own humanity by adopting Hegel's theory of the superman. Someone admires their mother or father because they see day in and day out the struggle they experience - that they are living for their children. I don't really admire anyone in that sense, then. I got my Yale acceptance a week or two ago, and I've join AmeriCorps today. Yale can wait. This can't. I might not be blogging for quite awhile. |
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