This was written for the Common App college application essays, and works for prompts 1 and 7 (or none of them, because the author is that cool): I am on Oxford Academy’s Speech and Debate Team, in both the Parliamentary Debate division and the Lincoln-Douglass debate division. I write screenplays, short stories, and opinionated blogs and am a regular contributor to my school literary magazine, The Gluestick. I have accumulated over 300 community service hours that includes work at homeless shelters, libraries, and special education youth camps. I have been evaluated by the College Board and have placed within the top percentile. But I am not any of these things. I am not a test score, nor a debater, nor a writer. I am an anti-nihilist punk rockphilosopher. And I became so when I realized three things: 1) That the world is ruled by underwear. There is a variety of underwear for a variety of people. You have your ironed briefs for your businessmen, your soft cottons for the average, and hemp-based underwear for your environmental romantics. But underwear do not only tell us about who we are, they also influence our daily interactions in ways most of us don't even understand. For example, I have a specific pair of underwear that is holey, worn out but surprisingly comfortable. And despite how trivial underwear might be, when I am wearing my favorite pair, I feel as if I am on top of the world. In any case, these articles of clothing affect our being and are the unsung heroes of comfort. 2) When I realized I cannot understand the world. I recently debated at the Orange County Speech League Tournament, within the Parliamentary Division. This specific branch of debate is an hour long, and consists of two parties debating either side of a current political issue. In one particular debate, I was assigned the topic: “Should Nation States eliminate nuclear arms?” It so happened that I was on the negative side and it was my job to convince the judges that countries should continue manufacturing nuclear weapons. During the debate, something strange happened: I realized that we are a special breed of species, that so much effort and resources are invested to ensure mutual destruction. And I felt that this debate in a small college classroom had elucidated something much more profound about the scale of human existence. In any case, I won 1st place at the tournament, but as the crowd cheered when my name was called to stand before an audience of hundreds of other debaters, and I flashed a victorious smile at the cameras, I couldn’t help but imagine that somewhere at that moment a nuclear bomb was being manufactured, adding to an ever-growing stockpile of doom. And that's when I realized that the world was something I will never understand. 3) When I realized I was a punk rocker philosopher. One summer night, my friend took me to an underground hardcore punk rock show. It was inside a small abandoned church. After the show, I met and became a part of this small community. Many were lost and on a constant soul-search, and to my surprise, many, like myself, did not have a blue Mohawk or a nose piercing. Many were just ordinary people discussing Nietzsche, string theory, and governmental ideologies. Many were also artists creating promotional posters and inventive slogans for stickers. They were all people my age who could not afford to be part of a record label and did something extraordinary by playing in these abandoned churches, making their own CDs and making thousands of promotional buttons by hand. I realized then that punk rock is not about music nor is it a guy with a blue Mohawk screaming protests. Punk rock is an attitude, a mindset, and very much a culture. It is an antagonist to the conventional. It means making the best with what you have to contribute to a community. This was when I realized that I was a punk rock philosopher. The world I come from consists of underwear, nuclear bombs, and punk rockers. And I love this world. My world is inherently complex, mysterious, and anti-nihilist. I am David Phan, somebody who spends his weekends debating in a three piece suit, other days immersed within the punk rock culture, and some days writing opinionated blogs about underwear. But why college? I want a higher education. I want more than just the textbook fed classrooms in high school. A community which prizes revolutionary ideals, a sharing of multi-dynamical perspectives, an environment that ultimately acts as a medium for movement, similar to the punk rock community. I do not see college as a mere stepping stone for a stable career or a prosperous life, but as a supplement for knowledge and self-empowerment; it is a social engine that will jettison us to our next paradigm shift.
I don’t like the tension the misapprehensions about our nature in love. The glorious teachers are no use for creatures who knows how to play with the gods. You got nerves, but they never show unless they hurt, so you blamed it all on my love the mooooviiing heart I got but I don’t need a cure for me
@@artikot1335 Да нет, это ты походу даун. Что ль пишется раздельно, учи русский даун. Твой диагноз мне понятен, поэтому пожелаю тебе всего самого доброго! Даун.
This was written for the Common App college application essays, and works for prompts 1 and 7 (or none of them, because the author is that cool): I am on Oxford Academy’s Speech and Debate Team, in both the Parliamentary Debate division and the Lincoln-Douglass debate division. I write screenplays, short stories, and opinionated blogs and am a regular contributor to my school literary magazine, The Gluestick. I have accumulated over 300 community service hours that includes work at homeless shelters, libraries, and special education youth camps. I have been evaluated by the College Board and have placed within the top percentile. But I am not any of these things. I am not a test score, nor a debater, nor a writer. I am an anti-nihilist punk rockphilosopher. And I became so when I realized three things: 1) That the world is ruled by underwear. There is a variety of underwear for a variety of people. You have your ironed briefs for your businessmen, your soft cottons for the average, and hemp-based underwear for your environmental romantics. But underwear do not only tell us about who we are, they also influence our daily interactions in ways most of us don't even understand. For example, I have a specific pair of underwear that is holey, worn out but surprisingly comfortable. And despite how trivial underwear might be, when I am wearing my favorite pair, I feel as if I am on top of the world. In any case, these articles of clothing affect our being and are the unsung heroes of comfort. 2) When I realized I cannot understand the world. I recently debated at the Orange County Speech League Tournament, within the Parliamentary Division. This specific branch of debate is an hour long, and consists of two parties debating either side of a current political issue. In one particular debate, I was assigned the topic: “Should Nation States eliminate nuclear arms?” It so happened that I was on the negative side and it was my job to convince the judges that countries should continue manufacturing nuclear weapons. During the debate, something strange happened: I realized that we are a special breed of species, that so much effort and resources are invested to ensure mutual destruction. And I felt that this debate in a small college classroom had elucidated something much more profound about the scale of human existence. In any case, I won 1st place at the tournament, but as the crowd cheered when my name was called to stand before an audience of hundreds of other debaters, and I flashed a victorious smile at the cameras, I couldn’t help but imagine that somewhere at that moment a nuclear bomb was being manufactured, adding to an ever-growing stockpile of doom. And that's when I realized that the world was something I will never understand. 3) When I realized I was a punk rocker philosopher. One summer night, my friend took me to an underground hardcore punk rock show. It was inside a small abandoned church. After the show, I met and became a part of this small community. Many were lost and on a constant soul-search, and to my surprise, many, like myself, did not have a blue Mohawk or a nose piercing. Many were just ordinary people discussing Nietzsche, string theory, and governmental ideologies. Many were also artists creating promotional posters and inventive slogans for stickers. They were all people my age who could not afford to be part of a record label and did something extraordinary by playing in these abandoned churches, making their own CDs and making thousands of promotional buttons by hand. I realized then that punk rock is not about music nor is it a guy with a blue Mohawk screaming protests. Punk rock is an attitude, a mindset, and very much a culture. It is an antagonist to the conventional. It means making the best with what you have to contribute to a community. This was when I realized that I was a punk rock philosopher. The world I come from consists of underwear, nuclear bombs, and punk rockers. And I love this world. My world is inherently complex, mysterious, and anti-nihilist. I am David Phan, somebody who spends his weekends debating in a three piece suit, other days immersed within the punk rock culture, and some days writing opinionated blogs about underwear. But why college? I want a higher education. I want more than just the textbook fed classrooms in high school. A community which prizes revolutionary ideals, a sharing of multi-dynamical perspectives, an environment that ultimately acts as a medium for movement, similar to the punk rock community. I do not see college as a mere stepping stone for a stable career or a prosperous life, but as a supplement for knowledge and self-empowerment; it is a social engine that will jettison us to our next paradigm shift.
WTF💀
Essa música passa uma vibe nostalgica
Adoro você Aurora
The music spiration is called "auqrela brasil"
Auroras barber do you want long or short hair?
After "I don't need a cure for me" we spawned into Mario kart DISCLAIMER no hate
Bro this got the 🥥🏬 beat
Another version of Melanie Martinez , for real
She’s like my generations version of Björk, so awesome
l love
I don’t like the tension the misapprehensions about our nature in love. The glorious teachers are no use for creatures who knows how to play with the gods. You got nerves, but they never show unless they hurt, so you blamed it all on my love the mooooviiing heart I got but I don’t need a cure for me
He's a short long hair.
She looks like girls in horror movies i love it❤😂
On the Cure for me videos description had the lyrics already
ok❤❤❤hiiiiisss
For some reason this sounds like the Mario kart coconut mall theme
🤩🤩😎😎😁😁😐
very horrible my channel is better
La peor parte de todo esto es cuando termina
Aurora like😊🤩🙇♀️
LEGENDAR❤🥳💘💝💖💞💓💗💕💟❣️❤️🔥👏👏👏👏👏👍👍👍👍👍🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️
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#нетдетскимполитикам
ты даун чтоль? Тут нет политики
@@artikot1335 Да нет, это ты походу даун. Что ль пишется раздельно, учи русский даун. Твой диагноз мне понятен, поэтому пожелаю тебе всего самого доброго! Даун.
@@artikot1335 учи русский, даун
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Her voice:✨️🎉🏆🥇🥈🥈🥉🥇🥈🥉✨️🏅🎉
Симпотяшка
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A letra da aquela sensação
Aurora is just so gorgeous
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Camila Wednesday oooooooooooooooo
She creeks me out bc she always opens her eyes like she's trying to kill somone
Song vevo 😍😍😍😍
Omg 😍love you 😚☺
Buscando la canción pero al final la baile tan raro no o sí sí 😃🤣💗💗👏👏😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
No matter how beautiful it is
Mario Bross, in to car 😃
WOW 😳
いつ聴いても飽きない謎な感じがすげぇ
" I don't need it "
Легенда
😢💙💙💙💙💙💙🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😞✨✨💫💫🎉🎉🎉💗💗💗😻
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すげぇ
❤️🏳️🌈
🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢
Sua música
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