A shimmering essay from a so-so English student, for example, clashes like "red stilettos and sweats…
That far I would not stoop. And not just because I would have trouble staying in the first-person.

Martha's personal essay for U of I is so personal she didn't even ask me to read it.
Hmmm. Let's hope she's not trying to pass her self off as some sort of spunky orphan.
Or perhaps she just left some big, justifiable gaps. Like "My mother and father don’t care…enough to write my essay or hire an editor/coach to help me."