Admissions Essay Huck Finn
I have to say, admissions committee, I'm not entirely sure I reckonthat college is the right place for me. There's a part of me that stillthinks that book learning is not all that it's cracked up to be. Forinstance, I think of the widow, who I lived with for a spell, who made mewear stiff clothes and eat with a fork and spend my whole day inside,listening to her fine speeches and breathing in all that Bible dust in herhouse. She meant well, but I don't think I learned nothing, I meananything, other than starch scratches my skin. Gosh, I'd rather be dressedas a girl than wear some of those shirts-not that I made a good girl, orthat I want to get into that charade of mine. (I got found out at that,real quick. So don't put me up as some sensitive guy trying to get in to bewomen's studies major or anything like that.) Anyway, I don't put much stock in book learning as a rule. Like, Ialso think of those fighting families and the room of the girl that diedthat I stayed in for a spell. Whew, I didn't sleep well there. There theywere, these people, shooting each other full of buckshot for generations,while this little girl that died just sat around drawing arms on all these
I need to learn more words, not to repeatthe truths of the widow or what people say the Bible says, but what I thinkand what I learn. I'm not amember of the Key Club and I've never been run down and beat on somefootball team, but I am proud that I never turned tail on a friend, andthat my hide has taking more lickings from a drunk father and I never criedexcept when I thought that Jim might not have his freedom. I think eventhough I've never been head of any student council or been the president ofthe National Honor Society I have honor and I can learn to talk right, if Ijust read the right books and have a chance for four years to think thingsout a bit more and get a paper that says I know how to think. I havemore stories I bet than a lot of the professors in your school. I know that I need to trust in the truth of myexperiences what is right. I had to decide if I should turn in Jim because he was a runaway slave andanother man's property. Jim is just about the best friend I ever had. What did reading about Jesus and learning aboutdrawing do for all of them, except make her miserable and make them feelbetter about killing' But then I think of some of the fine Shakespearean speeches of someof these actors I met while traveling down the river. So why college' Well, you see I had to make a really big decision. But I know unless I get a degree, I'll never have the words enough topersuade people of what I think. Jim taught me, in a way, that what you learn in the world is much moreimportant than what people tell you is true. They justsee in the world what people tell them, what their parents or people likethe widow feel is right. I want to change people's minds, all of those people whosay that Jim ain't, I mean, is not a human being.
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