Musings on Caltech :: Graduate Admissions Essays

Musings on Caltech   My parents convinced me to have a motion-picture show take inn a couple of months after I graduated from mellow school, back when I still thought I was pretty smart. Now, I only take the trouble to dress up when Im back at home, where I can be pampered by my parents. Here at Caltech, Im commonly slightly emaciated (they dont b other(a) with feeding Techers over weekends here) with a wearier touch (Sleep? What is this sleep?). Also, I tend to be a little more than shaggy- smell, since haircuts are rather rare for many Scurve Techers.   I like other people to think that Im part of a multifarious heathenish elite. My sustenance is a superfetation of high culture I enjoy classical euphony that turns normal humans insane (Glasss Floe from Glassworks, for example) Id be first in line to pay millions for the mindless doodles of a preschooler I take my dates to those enigmatic European films which people go to for the sole purpose of looking cultured and my spewing about the untapped potential of the information superhighmodal value will bore even Al Gore. Of course, my crassness and boorish manners plausibly automatically disqualify me from any elitist group I crave to be a member of but that, of course, just apodictically identifies me as a cultural poseur.   It doesnt end there. Though Im not really all that white, Im still male, heterosexual, Christian (Protestant, even), pretty conservative, and non-vegetarian (notice all the wrong groups). Having been fairly thoroughly corrupted in submission to Western indoctrination (MTV, and all that), Ive been properly excoriated for oppressing more than my fair dowry of under-represented cultures women, atheists, liberals, gays.... Ive probably oppressed you, too, if you happen to be in any way different from me. Or maybe Im the victim. When someone reaches the point where hes willing to possess up 5,000 years of cultural tradition just to listen to the pestilent chortles of Beavis and Butthead, we really cant tell whos been victimized. Or at least, thats what we all claim.   These things should bother me eternally (Im the kind of guy who thinks more about how he should think/ savour than how he really thinks/feels), but I cope with the ennui by numbing my senses with my opiate of choice studying Physics as a soph at Caltech. (This is odd, since I notice I probably waste more energy messing around with computers.