by Jordan McGill
Staff Writer

Dear University of Washington,

The authenticities shaping humanity are nothing more than the click and clack of typewriter keys etching ink into paper.

Stupidly blind to the truths and emotions of other students around me, I began my higher learning at Central Washington University. Delirious with abstract thinking and destitute in my connections with others, the entire year became a funhouse full of smoke and mirrors, bottles, plastic bags and many sleepless nights investing myself into modes of contemplation.

Crazed and longing for immediate union with life, I endured the exact opposite: I left the realm of reality and struggled to find what meaning I could in self-induced miasma.

I finished that negligent freshman year and sauntered home during spring neck-deep in the murkiness of arrogance and selfprescribed fulfillment.

I enrolled at Shoreline Community College where the turncoat whispers inside of my head continued to confound me further to the brink of separatism. I can only imagine the actuality that may have occurred had I taken the time to stop, look and consider others instead of myself.

Over the summer I turned 21 and have since become dyslexic— what once was right is now known wrong. I find myself shedding my shadow; losing the battle of not growing up. It is unfortunate I have to do so, but the calling of character- controlled fate is too loud to ignore.

The stone-tablet artifacts of education beg for me to tear open their tin-can tops with my teeth to experience the complete pain of slurping the articulate fruit and syrup cocktail of expression that inhabits the mind of the erudite human.

No longer affiliated with the dung of psycho-sadomasochism, I am free to explore the universe at my leisure. Gaining world knowledge is for those who wish to examine this great mystery of particles, motions and masterpiece. I embrace the cities, stars and sun. I am excited by life and its constantly shifting algorithms that leave no thought, theory or challenge unturned.

Charging forward each and every day, I grab opportunities and learn from the mouths of my elders, solidifying myself as a contributing peg.

I have chosen to major in both Anthropology and English and seize a minor in Neuroscience because I can blur the lines between socio-cultural relativity, the philosophy of science and the words that enable us to narrate the anfractuous miracle of human existence that is made up of love poems and songs of despair.

I am going to explore other lands such as Africa, Alaska and the greater European Union with eyes enlightened by a holistic perspective that only the University of Washington can offer.

Cultural perspective, understanding and interdependency are the predominant tools to be used by the imaginations who will chronicle the upcoming global changes. I look forward to learning about how the economy, the endurance of willpower, persistence of the human soul and the echoes of our history all blend together.

Unhindered by false spirits, I cordially accept your offer of enrollment to the University of Washington with a gaze toward a smoldering dawn horizon watching for the application of erudite progress.

--Jordan Theodore McGill