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Preschool Application Essays
The Time I Hiked Up A Big Hill
We hit base camp at approximately 8:15 AM. I was wiped from the drive and nap over, and base camp was a mere port-a-potty at the edge of the parking lot. My father looked back at me, handed me a fruit leather, and said, “fuel up brah, it’s gonna get steep!”
An entire 25 minutes had passed by the time we made the halfway mark. I was beat. My nose was chilled to the bone in the frigid 50-degree spring air, and my hood had started sliding back on my head which made me fussy. My father took me out of the Kelty pack, readjusted my hood, and gave me a drink from his Nalgene. We were so close to summiting that I couldn’t give up now.
We made the summit of the big hill at approximately 9 AM. “Take this in bro, this is what life is all about,” my father exclaimed. I was overwhelmed with emotion, I began to laugh uncontrollably, probably because of the altitude. I felt infinite. And I will take that with me as I enter your preschool. The feeling of being a champion.
My Multi-Million Dollar Snack Operation
I am applying to this preschool because four generations of my family went here. Heck, the school playground is named after my Grandfather. I’m a legacy student, and so instead of telling you why I should get into this school, I’m going to tell you a little story about how I became king of my neighborhood without even breaking a sweat.
My father came up to me one day while I was playing in our sandbox and he gave me an applesauce pouch. I wasn’t feeling particularly famished so I shoved it into my overalls for later. The next day I had a playdate with two of my cousins. I asked them if they had ever had an apple sauce pouch before. They hadn’t. I proposed a trade. Those suckers couldn’t wait to say yes. Negotiations were shorter than my pinky finger held up against my babysitters.
I took those two fruit gummy snacks with me to daycare later that afternoon. By the time my parents had picked me up I had traded my way into 3 juice boxes, 5 snack packs, and some poor idiot’s Fruit-by-the-Foot. The rest of the story is history.
I am currently sitting on over a million different kinds of snacks. I would be lying if I said that I was looking forward to attending your sorry excuse…
