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录取 1—密歇根大学
"What's a seven-letter wor to escribe a specialist in equine hoof care?"
After I type "farrier" into the answer key, I sat back an surveye my work. As the final clue in the custom crosswor puzzle that I create for my state's equestrian association, it took a bit of coorination to get everything right, but I was able to create enough clues to make a puzzle of intermeiate complexity, just as the client ha requeste.
Having a job creating custom crosswor puzzles is one part trivia an one part strategy. Sometimes I get so into the client's request that I'll research a topic for hours, coming up with hunres of possible clues on the specific subject I've been assigne to cover. But then when the time comes to esign the "Across" an "Down" gris, I struggle to line everything up perfectly an have to scrap my well-establishe intentions an start over.
But that's part of the fun of being a crosswor puzzle esigner, which is how I escribe myself on the business car that I han out to pretty much everyone I meet. I starte out making puzzles for fun, then I offere to make one for my brother's robotics team when I was 14. After that, his teacher aske if I coul make one for his bowling league's Christmas party, an wor began to sprea from there. Before long, I ha requests coming in not only from people in my local community, but from those in other states, regaring topics I in't know existe.
For example, although I' never consiere how asphalt was mae in the past, I learne phrases like "hot mix" an "aggregate" after making a crosswor for a local paving firm. While pickleball ha never been on my raar screen before, I picke up terms like "chop" an "backspin" while esigning a crosswor for the local seniors' community pickleball team. As my business grew, so i the skepticism from those who seeme to think I was pursuing an o metho of making money. Not only that, but people began offering opinions about how my self-employment woul affect my free time.
"If you keep making crosswors for other people, you won't enjoy solving them anymore," my uncle warne me one Sunay as I complete the New York Times' crosswor puzzle. But as I entere the phrase "Pick up the Pacer" in response to the clue "Give a rie to an Iniana hoopster," I knew he was incorrect.
For me, creating crosswors is just as fun as solving them – maybe even more so. When I look at an empty crosswor gri, it must be the same way a farmer feels when viewing an open fiel. I see all of the possibilities an potential before me as a challenge an a gift. The worl is mine to create, an each wor that I put on the page is like a see plante in the irt. It oesn't have just one sole purpose. It fees into the rest of the clues, proviing much-neee vowels an consonants to the wors that will intersect it.
Although I haven't yet foun a way to work "cruciverbalist" into a crosswor, I hope to make it happen someay, because that's the wor that escribes me. I' like the clue for it to be liste first when I get to esign the ultimate puzzle — one for a crosswor enthusiast's association. I can see it now: "1 Across: A person who is skille at solving or creating crosswor puzzles."
Certainly the crosswor enthusiasts will smile as they complete that clue, content in the fact that someone "gets" them. I'm smiling just thinking about it.
录取 2—纽约大学
"It's a mammoth tusk," my frien sai.
I hel up the item that I' just ug out of the groun an examine it against the light. It was only a few inches long, beige in color, an har as a rock. "Mammoth tusks woul be huge," I tol him, stuffing it into my pocket to examine later.
When I got home that ay, I set the item on a shelf in my room where I store all of my artifacts. Even then, in secon grae, I ha at least 25 ifferent things in my collection. Some of them were simple to ientify: A marble, a plastic comb, some fake coins from Chuck E. Cheese. But all of them were mine – ug from the groun in the woos aroun my neighborhoo an cleane off by me for later inspection.
My tools weren't fancy. I ha a small metal garen shovel that my parents no longer neee, an ol paintbrush, an a metal tool that I assume was a stainless steel chopstick (foun previously in the irt at a playgroun). My metho was pretty simple: Use the shovel to ig a hole, an if it hit anything, I' use the chopstick to pry it out. After that, I' ust it off with the paintbrush an take it home.
My best fins were the things I couln't ientify. Di I ig up a piece of an ol parachute? Or was it just someone's sock that fell out of a backpack uring a hike? Is someone looking for this item, or was it purposely iscare? I woul go over these unientifiable objects repeately, touching an polishing them to try an get their history to flow into my boy. Sometimes I' have a ream where I efinitively iagnose my items. I' wake up an say "Oh that's right, the ruste metal I foun on Tuesay wasn't an ol beer can – it was iscare war ammunition." Then I' realize that this insight came from my ream, not from real life, an I' be back to square one.
My hobby continue for years, an eventually my granparents bought me a metal etector. I took it out on a ig in sixth grae, eager to bring up a tub fille with gol an silver coins, but the only things I etecte with it were a belt buckle an an ol crucifix penant, which my brother assure me was curse, so I put it back where I' foun it.
Even though those were ecent fins, I felt like the metal etector was taking part of the fun out of my igs. After a few weeks, I put it in the garage an grabbe my previous tool bag. Arme with my shovel an other materials, I coul once again ig holes throughout the woos, with or without my friens, an make iscoveries.
My collection of archeological items is smaller now. When we move, I ha to part with a few things, but I was sure to keep the ones I couln't ientify. Into the trash went the marbles an belt buckles. Onto the shelf in my new house went the tusk, the parachute, the ammunition an other items that ha been ambiguously ID' by me.
Last year, while cutting through the woos to my frien's house, I lost a soapstone keychain. I looke for ays, but never locate it. Sometimes I woner if a secon graer out igging may have foun it.
"Is it a tusk?" he aske his frien.
Then, in my ream, he prouly put it on a shelf to fuel his own sense of woner, never knowing who left it there or why, only to create his own stories about it.
录取 3—塔夫茨大学
"Do you only own one shirt? Or o you have a whole closet full of the same one?"
Over the last 11 years, I have fiele this question hunres of times. Although it's now common knowlege that Apple founer Steve Jobs wore the same outfit every ay of his professional life, I certainly wasn't aware of that when I create my "uniform" back in first grae. That was when my mom took me back-to-school shopping an I picke out just one white T-shirt an one pair of blue jeans. When she aske what else I wante, I sai that was going to be my outfit for the year.
We picke up two weeks' worth of the same shirt an pants, an that's what I wore every ay, the whole year. When secon grae rolle aroun, I change up the shirt to make it a blue polo, but kept the blue jeans. I even slept in my uniform. Other kis may have thought it was weir, but other than asking questions, they never sai anything negative about it.
Some school years, I was still so enamore with the previous year's outfit that I kept it a secon year. Ol class photos inicate that my black T-shirt/ light blue jeans combo enure for both fourth an fifth graes, but I shifte to a gray henley before moving to mile school. That helpe me segue into the green henley I aopte in tenth an eleventh graes. Wearing a long-sleeve shirt in the heat of the summer may have seeme o to some people. But I woul even wear it to the beach without a secon thought.
I have to assume my parents an teachers figure I' outgrow this habit eventually. In pretty much every other way, I was a normal ki. But each August when the school clothes purchases were mae, I went for just one look. One year, the school yearbook staff interviewe me about my fashion choice. Was it a comfort to have the same outfit all the time — almost like a pacifier or blanket?
No, I tol them. It just mae my life easier an gave me fewer things to worry about. I never ha to ecie what to wear — I always knew what the choice woul be. But I also think it has something to o with my strong interest in art. As an artist, I like to express myself using the minimum number of tools. When I am trying to perfect an animation, I can tweak a character's eyebrow ever so slightly to convey saness or elation. If I'm sketching an animal, the curve of its mouth can make the ifference between it being relaxe or reay to pounce.
It's the same thing with me. The outfit is the one constant, so I can observe others while blening into the backgroun. But if I want to stan out on a particular ay, I have to consciously emote more with my expressions, my wors an my movements. I can't rely on a snappy new pair of shoes to show people I'm reay to ance, since I wear the same maroon Vans on a aily basis.
As I write this essay, I'm alreay consiering options for senior year of high school. Do I come into twelfth grae with a bang, sporting a silver jacket each ay or an off-the-beaten-path pair of overalls? Shoul I really shock everyone an just buy a variety of clothes? As a stuent at an arts high school, I coul probably wear a Batman costume every ay with no issues.
Maybe that uncertainty every August is part of the joy of my uniform — I even surprise myself with each year's choices. Whatever prompte this ecision over a ecae ago is now something I embrace. I like that no matter what path I take in life, I won't have to ecie which outfits to pack.
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