Max stared at the computer, the blank page mocking her. She had been pushing this off for as long as she could. The only reason she was doing it now was because her mom promised her warm, chocolate chip cookies when she finished. So here she was, trying to write a scholarship essay.
"What kind of topic is 'How would this scholarship help you?' anyways?" She grumbled.
Fang was amused at her complaint. Of course he doesn't have a problem with these essays Max thought he has always been a natural writer. Advice had been coming at her from everyone. Even Angels dog, Total, seemed to be trying to give her tips with his barks. Too bad he couldn't talk and just tell me what he was thinking. None of the advice was any help though. How did the scholarship people think I was going to spend the money? On a year's supply of marshmallows? Of course it is going to be used for school! Max hated trick questions, she always wondered why people couldn't just come out and say what they mean.
At least her major wasn't as expensive as others. One of her friends once mentioned how her cousin was always complaining about having to buy materials to make models for their architecture classes. The education for a social worker is cheap compared to that, but when it came to college nothing was cheap. Why are colleges so expansive any ways? With what they charge, they should tell us the secret to life. A frustrated growl escaped from her as she feels her thoughts going farther and farther away from her essay. Max had a wild though of throwing the computer out the window. Not that she would actually do it, she just thought of it often and the satisfying crash it would make.
As her mind races over all the advice she had been give, one thing stands out in her mind. Her uncle had said that to have the best chance at winning the scholarship, she had to make her essay stand out. Make it different than the hundreds of other that they will read. How do I make this stand out, I don't even know how to seriously answer the question. Her sarcasm wouldn't help her it hit her, how to write an essay that would answer the question and be different than all the others. I won't say how I will spend the money on books and ramen, but what I will do with the major once I graduate.
With this Max began furiously typing away, describing how she will help those that cannot help themselves. With the clicking of the keyboard, she did not hear the door to her room being pushed open. Max's mom had come to see how the essay was coming after hearing her daughter's frustrated cry. Upon seeing Max working furiously, she went back for the kitchen to gather the ingredients for the cookies.