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申请哥大的Essay范文6:A Photo Shoot.

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申请哥伦比亚大学的Essay:A Photo Shoot

Write an essay about an influential person in your life.

She&apos&aposs untouchable. Unless she gets really upset; that&apos&aposs when tears well up in her eyes. She was born with big eyes. People say that I have big eyes...until they meet her and then they stop saying it to me and start saying it to her. We used to have the same color hair, the same texture, the same type. Then she dyed hers. First it was black then red then purple. It&apos&aposs back to black with something called a "peek-a-boo patch" which I think is platinum blonde; I haven&apos&apost seen her for a couple weeks so I can&apos&apost be sure. She&apos&aposs always changing but she&apos&aposs still the same.

When she came home over winter break of course she brought her camera. The routine starts as she grabs mascara and sloppily puts it on me, messes up my hair and keeps it in place with hidden barrettes or bobby pins, then places tons of bright red blush on my cheeks. "It&apos&aposs too much!" I protest. "It&apos&aposs black and white film, it will hardly show up", she replies.

She tosses me my black dress, the one I wore to the semi-formal last year and I slip into it. The curtains are opened; whatever is on the windowsill is tossed on the carpet; the comforter on my bed is thrown on the floor along with the two pillows. The clicking begins. I stand, I sit, I tilt my head. "Tell me a story," she says. And so I begin. But what comes out of my mouth hardly matters at all; what matters is how it looks on camera.

Within fifteen minutes she&apos&aposs completed the thirty-six exposure roll of film that was loaded into the camera she got for her high school graduation. She leaves the room that I&apos&aposm lt to clean up. By the time the film stops automatically rewinding she&apos&aposs already downstairs. I go into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look like a mess, someone who would dinitely get some attention out in public. I wash my face and return to my sweatpants and t-shirt, hanging the dress up in my closet.

Sometimes I&apos&aposll take some pictures of her, but they never come out as good as the ones she takes of me. She&apos&aposs a photography major in college; I&apos&aposm just a high school art student. But I can&apos&apost help the competition. She pushes me to strive to be something better. A better photographer, a better artist, a better person. Once she&apos&aposs gone I&apos&aposll look through her photos from high school or her freshman year in college. I&apos&aposll glance at the more than 3,000 digital pictures she has stored on our computer. The composition of each picture is perfect, the lighting is faultless. Her pictures rlect her natural talent, they appear to be fortless. I manually load the film into my grandfather&apos&aposs old camera. This time, I&apos&aposm the photographer. But I always return to her pictures; I have a couple in mind as I set up the next shot.

She&apos&aposs my favorite teacher, my biggest inspiration. It&apos&aposs because of her that I have grown and developed not only as an artist but also as a person. My passion for photography branched off of hers. She has taught me how to see the world in a totally different way, whether it be through the lens of a camera or not. In a couple weeks maybe she&apos&aposll send me a bad test strip or a messed up contact sheet of the pictures she took in the form of a post card. On the back she&apos&aposll write something with a thick black sharpie, maybe one of our inside jokes. I&apos&aposll turn it over to the front, not really recognizing the person in the pictures. I become what she makes me. But I&apos&aposm happy to do it. After all, she is my sister.

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