I'm Sick of Myself Chelsea DeAngio

I'm sick of myself.

After writing countless drafts of college essays on everything from extreme poverty to playtime in elementary school, I'm sick of the word "I". Sure, I write a column every month, an editorial here and there, and update my personal blog every few days. Expressing my opinion, normally, is great. But after the past few weeks, I may have to kiss my dream job as a columnist goodbye.

It's not that I mind writing in the first person. One particular life goal, in fact, is to write a memoir recounting my exciting travels around the world. (All that's left to do is the travel part.) What really frustrates me is writing as the person the college wants me to be.

One recent prompt asked me to write about a significant person in my life. Sure, I could write about my parents or my best friend, but who's really had the most significance for me? In all honesty, it’s probably my favorite musician, John Mayer. But I doubt the admissions department will be impressed by the guy rumored to be dating Jessica Simpson. Another option is the woman who sings that annoying car commercial jingle, the one that I somehow know all the words to. She's certainly had a huge effect on me. I can't tell...