I believe in magic. True, you would be hard pressed to find a naiad in your local stream bed, but the fact remains. The magic of which I speak does not include levitating objects or transforming a friend into a frog, but rather is a special ability that anyone can develop but only a select few can truly master. This is the magic of the written word, the product of the human impulse to create something everlasting. This urge can also be expressed through film and paint to name a few ways, but by far the most visceral medium is that very specific set of symbols which gives access to another person's mind. This is where the magic lies.

When pen is put to paper, the chance to be taught about family values by Sophocles, or the importance of hard work by Tom Sawyer is suddenly available, even if the lessons are taught by examples of what not to do. Who else could preach better the danger of "falling in love with melancholy" than Edgar Allen Poe? Or emphasize the precarious nature of the masks we wear with the mastery of Oscar Wilde? No one, that is the reason why curriculums around the world require the study of the classics.

Growing up, I had a devotion to books. I found that books could take me wherever I wanted to go, that whenever I needed a break, I could get away. These adventures not only were entertaining, but also full of lessons that I needed to learn. The book Fairest by Gail Carson Levine had a dramatic influence on me. In a society where young girls are bombarded with images and commercials saying that there is one way to look and that there is only one way to be attractive, I was able to find solace within the written word. I was taught that there are so many different kinds of beautiful and that book completely changed how I perceived myself. That was when I realized how important literature is beyond the realm of entertainment. That was when I learned about the magic that can be found between pages, the magic to make us think and transcend the things that had held us back before.

I wanted to explore that transcendence and share it with others, I wanted to immerse myself in literature and what better place to learn than an institution with a lush history of excellence and a reputation for going above and beyond? Trinity has been my dream school since my sophomore year of high school, not only because it has produced such literary greats as Oscar Wilde and bkjbdkf, or the prestige of its name, though those things do tie in, but because of the focused structure of the curriculum, the world renowned education. After visiting the school, walking the campus, I knew that if magic could be found in any place it was there- where a library with every work ever published existed, and societies came together instead of infamous sororities- I found exactly where I belonged, and where I needed to be to unlock my understanding of literature.

The written word can affect change, whether it is in the way a young girl sees herself or in the way that new ideas are spread. Perhaps I am toeing the line of cliche, but magic is the only word that an really describe the way I can experience a book. Books can make the impossible real, if only for a little while. There is no doubt that there is power in literature- the ability to change hearts and minds- and that is something I would like to explore further, because what is life without a little magic?