My College Essay (NYU)

The room is quiet. No sound could be heard except rain drops hitting the external part of my window. I'm lying on my bed, feeling enervated. I'm currently in a war with my fever. I suddenly hear foot steps outside of my enormous door. The foot steps finally terminate and the door to my room starts to open. The sight of the person is obscure, because of the gloomy background. As the man ambles closer, the scene seems clearer. A tall man is walking toward me. It is my father. My father had come to bring me a book to read while I was fighting the flu. The dust on the book covered up the title…