Hello Moon. by Mthal

Hello Moon. by Mthal - January 2019 Scholarship Essay

As the sun finally sets, the red and orange glimpses soothe my mind. Soon, my window reflects the gaseous stars in the sky. I cuddle between four blankets, 3 pillows to support my back, and a single light lamp that gently shines my room. At the moment, I open my assignment book, start my homework, look over college applications, and apply to scholarships.

At 7 a.m., I am walking into an AP course, and by 11 a.m., I have memorized macroeconomics prompts, ran a mile, and ate a peanut butter sandwich; all in which my eyes are burning and my body is aching. By the time I come home from school--filled with drama, class rankings, and annoying bus rides--I am mentally and physically torn. I walk into a house filled with little kids, construction, and the smell of an Arabian dish. Sadly, those still don't arouse me.

For the next three hours, I mope around the family room and the kitchen. Either staring at the television or reflecting on my life. I have learned how to zone out the crying of my nephews and learned how to pretend to listen to my siblings. Still, my eyes need rest, my brain is mad at me, and my body is shutting down...but right when the sun falls asleep, my mind awakes.

It’s at the moment when the sun begins to set, the house calms down, the sky is filled with darkness, but yet sheds light every time I look. It’s something indescribable...right when the clock strikes my mind suddenly wakes up. I don’t know if it's the brightness of the star that truly amazes me or the tree next to the window that alerts me, all I know is when the moon lays over my house, I begin my homework. I study. I write my essays. I blast my music. I am ready.

I stay up finishing all my AP practice, reading verses of the Quran, and annotating a chapter of Crime and Punishment. I’m cuddled with blankets, pillows, and my eight teddy bears, listening to Imagine Dragons and Macklemore, I accomplish everything on my To-Do List. My eyes are no longer blurred, my body is wide awake, and for some reason my mind is confused. However, in all, at night I accomplish and discover the most wondrous things.

It has been like that since 7th grade. Although I truly don’t know what changes my perspective so quickly at the clock, I believe the dark sky, the old tree scratching my window, and my mother’s goodnight kiss while I am still typing away creates a sense of life, energy. For that, I am a night owl.