P has no idea this post is “all about P,” so perhaps I should begin with a small note:
P-
This entire post is, well, all about you.
Love,
Brittny
PS- Don’t kill me.
Okay- moving on. I have three P related “things” I want to share today! The first is sort of serious, the second two are so freaking funny.
This first bit is my sister’s short entrance essay into one of the colleges where she’s applying. When I read it, I loved it (and it’s not just because she’s my sister either!), and I wanted to share.
Here it is, and by the way- I took out the school name. It just says “university” in place of what she really wrote. I’m the moron- not her. 
I go to a school where my classrooms seem more like the United Nations, rather than a high school. When I walk down the corridors, my ears are bombarded with Urdu, Afrikaans, Arabic, French, and Hindi. I’m not sure if they are talking about the AP Biology test they just failed or what they had for dinner, but I don’t mind. I adore knowing that my hallways are crowded with people nothing like me; people who greet me with a kiss upon each cheek rather than a “What’s up?”, people who pray five times a day to a different God than I do, and people who sometimes wear strict traditional dress, rather than Abercrombie and Fitch. I am satisfied with the fact that “road tripping” isn’t an option for me, because I know that would just get me to the Iraqi border. My eyes have adjusted to minarets dotting the skyline. My body has grown accustomed to the 115 degree temperatures that plague this land for several months out of the year. My life has been dramatically altered while living in this Middle Eastern nation and I would not have had it any other way.
The aforementioned is my daily routine, but more recently, it has served as criteria for finding the perfect university for me. It is imperative that I spend the next four years of my life in a place of blending cultures. University is eye-catching; University radiates diversity. Thus stated, when the opportunity to become more well-rounded and cultured is given to me, I cannot ignore it. My desire to study at University is undeniable and I am assured that it would add to my global outlook. Additionally, University is the only institution I am applying to in the United States. I am aware that there are thousands of universities in the U.S., but I am assured that only University can fulfill my international prerequisites, and quench my passion and necessity for culture. The education and experiences I hope to gain at University will be brilliant, illustrious, and unmatched. I am ready to study at University’s own “Melting Pot”.
Aw, she’s so smart isn’t she? She gets it from her sister (Ha).
So, as much as I don’t want her to go away to college, I’m slowly easing into the idea!
So that’s that. I also have a couple more other P related things to share. She actually suggested I blog about this one, so I’m in the clear for telling you about this stuff.
A couple nights ago, P stayed the night in the hospital (nothing serious- the doctor sort of over reacted). Well coming out of the anesthesia she was incredibly loopy and giggly. This is the email she sent telling me about what happened after her scope. The words in parentheses are the English translations of the Arabic words. I don’t know how funny this stuff will be to you guys. It might be one of those “You had to be there” moments, but I sure thought it was hilarious.
OMG I was dying laughing..it was hilarious. it would have made you laugh.
I have a blog topic for you to do if you dont have any ideas:
okay so I had just gotten out of the thing and I couldn’t stop laughing and this Arab guy next door (there were only curtains) was about to have to get an enema. OMG BRITTNY. I was CRYING hahaha . it went like this:
“sir, you need a en-e-ma” (Filipino accent)
“shinno (what’s an) enema?”
“um you put this.......there (I think she must have pointed to his butthole)”
“waynek (where)..yani(like)..thereeee????” (and then I think he must have pointed too)
“yes sir, in your rec-ter-um”
HAHAHAHHAHA.
Apparently my sister caused quite a commotion with all her laughter. My mom said she was out of control. I can’t even imagine. I wish I could have been there. I bet she was a hoot.
Okay, okay, last thing and I promise I’m done.
My parents and sister went to Oman last weekend for Eid (the ending celebration of Ramadan) and apparently my sister ate a whole lot and complained a lot about how bloated she felt. What do you guys think??
I told her it was just her imagination. She looks great, right?
Okay, enough silliness for one day. <3
Aww P is all grown up! I love the essay. There’s times when I wish I had such an experience. “What’s up” was never my kind of greeting.
awww britt--you have such a sweet relationship with your sister. i’m sure she is hilarious--just like you. i LOVE photobooth too, i could play on that for hours.
oh, and wow--very well written for a high schooler--that’s well written for college and beyond!