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Steppenwolf Essay Process by CE

On the Vanity of Existence – Schopenhauer

“The scenes of our life resemble pictures in rough mosaic; they are ineffective from close up, and have to be viewed from a distance if they are to seem beautiful.”  (This would work very well with an analysis of the garden metaphor in the treatise and then its extrapolation throughout the novel.)

  • Haller sees nothing beautiful in life, but as time goes on he’s constantly looking back to his childhood where he wishes he could have been a part of the comfort that the bourgeois provided.
  • When he’s in the magic theater, the man shows him that he can rearrange his life into any form he wants if he’s not content with it. It was only when Haller physically saw his life being molded into different forms did he realize how much power he had to make his life beautiful.
  • Maria and Hermine are two women who helped him begin to see all of the beauty in life. [Read more…]

College Essay by KA, 2010

My taste buds help to define my world.  Food occupies a central place in my life. More than an essential ingredient for existence, it has become a lens through which I learn and evolve.  I have always been enthusiastic about exploring different foods – from tiramisu to smelts.  However, this passion extends to a world beyond the confines of a plate.  My love and understanding of food teaches me about the world, my community, and myself.

Living in our fast paced world, it is often difficult to take time, slow down, and think about our needs.  Food offers me the opportunity to pause, check in with myself, and understand my mood.  A great day is tomato and buffalo mozzarella with balsamic vinegar drizzled on top.  Contemplating what I want to eat, gathering the ingredients, and preparing them, gives me a break and fresh perspective.

A chef’s point of view comes across in every bite.  Each dish is altered not only by it’s own unique selection of ingredients, but also by their arrangement.  Take duck: did the chef choose to cut a breast into medallions and drizzle it with a merlot reduction sauce, or did she give you a hunk of leg to eat with your hands?  Each semi-circle of well-crafted tapeanade exemplifies my admiration for things that are done well, take time, are creative, and display hard work.  I strive for these qualities in myself: whether in my schoolwork, theatre company, equestrian activities, or other day-to-day tasks.

Through food, in particular goat cheese, I learned to try new things.  For fifteen years, I absolutely detested goat cheese.  Then, I ran into an omelet predicament.  Cheddar cheese was overpowering the rest of the fillings in my father’s elaborate Sunday morning creations.  He suggested goat cheese as a solution.  I decided to approach this ingredient again with a positive attitude.  Amazingly, little by little, I start to enjoy it, and now, it is one of my all-time favorite cheeses, perfect with morning eggs.  If you want something strongly enough, it is entirely possible to attain it.

Tuna taught me to consider multiple points of view.  It happened last winter at an Italian seafood restaurant.  I usually don’t like fish.  But being an explorer, I set out on an adventure and ordered tuna.  To my surprise, I immediately fell in love.  Sesame encrusted with a sweet but tangy taste.  Food is especially enticing when a dish transforms an ingredient that you normally dislike into a marvelous meal.  I realized it wasn’t that I didn’t like fish – but that in the past, I hadn’t enjoyed the chef’s perspective on the fish.  Before you develop a firm opinion on something, it’s valuable to look at it various ways.  Thanks to tuna fish, I try to tolerate and appreciate different perspectives.

In addition to providing personal satisfaction and life philosophies, food has helped me stay connected to the community of people around me.   It keeps my family united through our ever-changing lives.  Until seventh grade, I lived in a rural Vermont town of 900 people.  Dinnertime was always my favorite part of the day.  No TV dinners for us.  In fact, we didn’t even have a TV.  We all sat down for a home-cooked meal every night.  Even if I hadn’t seen my Dad all day and my brother was playing baseball until 5:00 p.m., I could always rely on dinner being a family affair.

Suddenly, we were living in Manhattan.  I went from a K-8 school with a total of 51 students to a New York City public middle school.  I was afraid that in addition to all the other changes, our home cooked meals would soon become take-out meals.  However, after the over-exploitation of sushi, Chinese, and Indian delivery we reverted to home cooking.  During our take-out phase, meals were more rushed and frantic.  When we returned to food prepared with more care, family debates over politics, movies, post-modernism, and philosophers were once again a frequent visitor at our dining room table.

Eating is a communal experience that has never failed to bring our family together, even at the busiest, most stressful times.  In the broader community, food provides a link to people of differing cultures and languages.  Potluck dinners at school or in the neighborhood bring people together who might not otherwise relate – the brownies and jiggle Jell-O provide everyone there with a common experience.  A perfect crème brulee requires no words or explanation to share and enjoy.

When I was younger I took for granted that my family’s approach to food was an intrinsic extension of our lifestyle: my mother boycotted most things mainstream, including fast food.  My father was into holistic health, so we ate organic whenever possible.  We cared about the environment, so we composted in Vermont, and moved in to a sustainable green building in New York, and always tried to buy locally grown food.

During middle school I became aware that many people in my own city and most people on the planet do not have an equal opportunity to pick how, where, what, or even when they eat.  Having the luxury to chose is something I value very seriously, so I try to educate myself about making choices – like buying sustainably harvested products and not wasting food – that will benefit not only me, but the greater world around me.

With each passing meal, I cultivate lessons to apply to the rest of my life: the more energy you put into creating something, the less likely you are to waste or neglect it; every individual component is essential to the whole; take risks and dream; the choices you make shape not only your world, but impact others far beyond what you can know. Different tastes and textures open my mind to fresh and interesting ingredients that continue to influence who I am.

College Essay by K. A.

College Essay by MB, 2010

I thought it was nothing more than pure noise, and I could not understand what anyone heard in it.  The first time I listened to it, its dense mix of obscure influences ranging from contemporary classical to electronic dance music confounded me.  I thought it was nothing more than pure noise and I could not understand what anyone heard in it.   It was unlike any music I had ever heard before, and I did not know what to make of it.  Lying on my bed wearing headphones, listening to Radiohead’s album Kid A for the first time, I never thought that it would completely change the way I view music, art in general, and life.

Radiohead had always been one of my favorite bands, and since I knew this album had been hailed as a masterpiece, I decided to stick with it.  Listening through the first few times, I was still unable to glean any value from the aural assault that was Kid A.  However, my instincts told me to give the obscure song structures and unorthodox rhythms a chance.  I compulsively listened, desperately trying to make sense of the sonic clutter that was hitting my eardrums.  And then something changed.  After repeated listening, the melodies began to surface.  I began to hear music, rather than an arbitrary collection of notes and sounds randomly sequenced together.

Coming to appreciate this wildly original and brilliant masterwork has made me a more sophisticated consumer of all art forms, as well as a more mature, interesting, and open-minded person.  I have come to realize that greatness in art, music, and other aspects of life is not always easy to recognize.  Often, some of the greatest creative works can be the most difficult to understand.  Before I came to appreciate Kid A, I would discredit a book or painting simply because I could not understand its significance upon my first encounter with it.  However, when I encounter an obtuse piece now, I wonder what more there is to the work that I am missing.  I wonder what is preventing me from wholly understanding it, rather than dismissing it as inaccessible or illogical.

My experience with Kid A also taught me that life, like art, is often difficult to appreciate without the proper perspective.  Many times, people I who have not gotten long with at first have ended up becoming some of my closest and most reliable friends.  Similarly, events in my life that I once viewed as negative have greatly contributed to my personal growth and were highly beneficial to me in the long run.  I do not think I would have had the serenity to realize this had I never encountered this ground breaking and idiosyncratic work.

Looking ahead to college and beyond, I think that these subtle changes in my perspective will continue to enhance my experiences, both as a student and as a person.  I feel I have gained the maturity to be open to the different types of people and ideas which I will surely encounter in college.  As a musician, this growth will benefit me because I have learned to be open to music which may be vastly different from anything I have previously heard.  I will not judge a piece upon playing or hearing it for the first time simply because it is complex and difficult to appreciate.  Rather, I will embrace the uniqueness of each encounter and do my best to understand the brilliance that often lies beneath the surface.

College Essay by M. B.

College Essay by NS, 2011

Wandering the halls of my elementary school as a kindergartener, I remember reading “Bush for president” written on a poster taped to the pastel-colored walls. With pure childlike innocence, I wondered why anyone would vote for Bush. Little did I know that four years later, I would be parading around my house, school, and playground celebrating his reelection. [Read more…]