I don’t know how to start. I’m pretty average and somewhat entitled. I could write this Woolf-style and just stream my consciousness all over this page, smudging it with black scratches that somehow encompass who I am and where I’d like to be. What if all the answers are, “I don’t really know?” Should I lie—pretend what I want is to move to some remote corner of the world with my doctor husband and teach little Mexican kiddies how to speak English so they can trade stocks online and watch reality TV? Or should I engage in a powerfully moving monologue about the potential and sheer capacity of literature to change the world as we know it? Am I perky? A smart-ass? Is it okay to joke in a Personal Statement of Professional Purpose? Probably not. Unless my grammar is inarguably correct and streaklessly shiny and my formatting is perfectly aligned. Purdue OWL, people.