If there's one thing in the world that's going to turn me into a sad, starchy, sedentary, shapeless potato, it's going to be US uni applications.
It astounds me how I can spend hours and hours on the same essay – writing, editing, polishing, destroying, writing, editing, polishing, destroying, you get my drift — and sometimes hardly getting anywhere with it. And even after I finish one essay, it doesn't take me long to remember that I have, like what, thirty more to go?
Yet at the same time, I keep reminding myself that this is one of the reasons why I want to apply to go to the US. Because this system reminds me that I am not valued by the sum of my grades; but that my experiences, my oddball interests, my quirks, my hopes and dreams, these are all taken into account as well. So I feel marginally more human (take that, UCAS!).
In summation, although applications are rapidly increasing my potatofiedness index, I think that all this is probably worth it. After all, most of the good, glorious and golden-brown things in life (i.e. potato chips, french fries, potato salad, etc) come from this one familiar starchy, sedentary, shapeless tuber.