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As an Asian Latin American, I have the privilege to say that I was exposed to two cultures. In the same place and at the same time. I didn't even have to live in two different countries. In fact, it takes me only thirty minutes to change from one world to another. My parents met in the 90s soon after they emigrated from small and poor towns in China. Then, they got married and bought the restaurant that would be our home and family business for the next fourteen years. Because both of them had demanding jobs, with long hours that went from early in the morning to midnight, they needed someone to look after my brother and me. Therefore, they hired a Venezuelan woman who would soon become my nanny. She taught me everything I know about her culture, while my mom did the same with her own culture, offering me with two different life perspective from which I took many traits to shape my character. My cultures taught me to be comfortable with being different. Despite growing up so closely to both cultures, I never felt that I was fully part of any of them. Among Venezuelans my looks always set me apart, it didn't matter that I spoke Spanish fluently or that I was a citizen, for everyone else I wasn't just a simple girl, I was the Chinese girl. On the other hand, I was the only Chinese that barely knew how to speak the language due to the lack of time from my parents to teach me. I was the only one who had been in China just once in her life, making me the phenomenon on the family reunions or Chinese parties. Eventually I realized that it was fine to not fit in and instead started to embrace what both worlds could offer me. My cultures taught me to be respectful. Because of my peculiar background, I got to live diverse aspects of the Chinese and Latino culture, one of them being religion. At home, my mom would make the whole family pray to the gods on Chinese New Year. While with my nanny who is catholic, I would go to mass on Sunday and try my best to imitate other people. I became aware of the many differences in customs and developed the open-mind that characterizes me nowadays. My cultures allowed me to be an independent mind. Being a person who practically grew up between two families, there was never a mandatory rule of what I should believe or how I should act. I was always reminded of the importance of my freedom and was allowed to express my beliefs aloud, making it possible for me to be a feminist and to support non-discrimination movements. Throughout all my childhood, I would travel thirty minutes by car every night from our restaurant to my nanny´s house. The switch between families, traditions and lifestyle made me wonder countless of times who I really was. However, I never felt as if I was losing something every time I left one of my two houses. Instead, I was constantly involved in a cluster of small adventures - at home I would listen to my father sing "Guang Hui Sui Yue" as if he were in a concert or go to the Chinese market to buy white rabbit candies. At my nanny´s house we would play bingo at night and eat "arepas" every breakfast. To this day, I feel proud of being a mix of cultures. It might not make me a better person or a special one. But my cultures taught me the lessons that defined me, with their many advantages and disadvantages. I realized that I can choose whoever I want to be and I choose to be Chinese and Venezuelan - not just one, but both of them combined in a complex human being. --------------------Thank you in advance!	As an Asian Latin American, I have the privilege to say that I was exposed to two cultures. In the same place and at the same time. I didn't even have to live in two different countries. In fact, it takes me only thirty minutes to change from one world to another. My parents met in the 90s soon after they emigrated from small and poor towns in China. Then, they got married and bought the restaurant that would be our home and family business for the next fourteen years. Because both of them had demanding jobs, with long hours that went from early in the morning to midnight, they needed someone to look after my brother and me. Therefore, they hired a Venezuelan woman who would soon become my nanny. She taught me everything I know about her culture, while my mom did the same with her own culture, offering me with two different life perspective from which I took many traits to shape my character. My cultures taught me to be comfortable being different. Despite growing up so closely to both cultures, I never felt that I was fully part of them. Among Venezuelans my looks always set me apart, it didn't matter that I spoke Spanish fluently or that I was a citizen, for everyone else I wasn't just a simple girl, I was the Chinese girl. On the other hand, I was the only Chinese that barely knew how to speak the language due to the lack of time from my parents to teach me. I was the only one who had been in China just once in her life, making me the phenomenon on the family reunions or Chinese parties. Eventually I realized that it was fine to not fit in and instead started to embrace what both worlds could offer me. My cultures taught me to be respectful. Because of my peculiar background, I got to live diverse aspects of the Chinese and Latino culture, one of them being religion. At home, my mom would make the whole family pray to the gods on Chinese New Year. While with my nanny who is catholic, I would go to mass on Sunday and try my best to imitate other people. I became aware of the many differences in customs and developed the open-mind that characterizes me nowadays. My cultures allowed me to be an independent mind. Being a person who practically grew up between two families, there was never a mandatory rule of what I should believe or how I should act. I was always reminded of the importance of my freedom and was allowed to express my beliefs aloud, making it possible for me to be a feminist and to support non-discrimination movements. Throughout all my childhood, I would travel thirty minutes by car every night from our restaurant to my nanny's house. The switch between families, traditions and lifestyle made me wonder countless times who I really was. However, I never felt as if I was losing something every time I left one of my two houses. Instead, I was constantly involved in a cluster of small adventures - at home I would listen to my father sing "Gang Hui Sui Due" as if he were in a concert or go to the Chinese market to buy white rabbit candies. At my nanny's house we would play bingo at night and eat "areas" every breakfast. To this day, I feel proud of being a mix of cultures. It might not make me a better person or a special one. But my cultures taught me the lessons that defined me, with their many advantages and disadvantages. I realized that I can choose whoever I want to be, and I choose to be Chinese and Venezuelan - not just one, but both of them combined in a complex human being. --------------------Thank you in advance!
I believe a good listener is needed in this world as much as a good speaker is needed because a good listener can offer a better solutions. My whole life, I have valued friendship very much. I believed friends are the ones who are going to be there for you and support you in every way possible, but because of that I sometimes neglect the fact that not all things are worth to be supported. I always support my friends and it never crossed my mind that they could be wrong and I didn't have to support their doings or their way of thinking. I used to listen to my friends' stories because I enjoy hearing what others feel like is needed to be said. Thus, slowly I began to understand how they see someone or something from their perspective. Now I believe that every story must have another side to it. Not just stories, but every problem matter must have another side too. To give the best solution to a problem I now know that I cannot see it with one eye. I have to see from every perspective and understand the whole situation before doing something about it. Until today I still listen to my friends' stories, vents, and the problems they are facing. But now, before I offer a solution or giving an opinion, I will try to understand theirs and other party's perspective of that one particular event and will separate their opinion with the facts so that I can offer them the best solution. I believe by being given the opportunity to attend NTU, you also give me more perspective to see, with the diverse community that exists on NTU I can see the world better and give a more proper judgment. please give me any advice on how to improve this essay, this is my first time writing one for a scholarship program. thank you for reading and helping me :D	I believe a good listener is needed in this world as much as a good speaker is needed because a good listener can offer a better solution. My whole life, I have valued friendship very much. I believed friends are the ones who are going to be there for you and support you in every way possible, but because of that I sometimes neglect the fact that not all things are worth to be supported. I always support my friends, and it never crossed my mind that they could be wrong, and I didn't have to support their doings or their way of thinking. Furthermore, I used to listen to my friends' stories because I enjoy hearing what others feel like is needed to be said. Thus, slowly I began to understand how they see someone or something from their perspective. Now I believe that every story must have another side to it. Not just stories, but every problem matter must have another side too. To give the best solution to a problem I now know that I cannot see it with one eye. I have to see from every perspective and understand the whole situation before doing something about it. Until today, I still listen to my friends' stories, vents, and the problems they are facing. But now, before I offer a solution or giving an opinion, I will try to understand theirs and other party's perspective of that one particular event and will separate their opinion with the facts so that I can offer them the best solution. I believe by being given the opportunity to attend ITU, you also give me more perspective to see, with the diverse community that exists on ITU I can see the world better and give a more proper judgment. Please give me any advice on how to improve this essay, this is my first time writing one for a scholarship program. Thank you for reading and helping me :D
This is my undergrad nursing school essay application. The prompt is: Tell us about a healthcare-related experience or another significant interaction that deepened your interest in studying Nursing , in roughly 250 words (mine is currently 264, but is still okay for the word limit). Thank you! When I was younger, I naively assumed that doctors were the only people who treated patients. That changed in 2009 when I was nine years old. That year, my mom was diagnosed with a very rare tumor. In fact, we were later told that there have only been six to twelve such recorded cases in all of medical history. As a result of its rarity, the Chairman of Johns Hopkins' Surgical Oncology Department agreed to treat her. There were, mercifully, two happy results to this traumatic experience; my mom was cured and I learned much about the work of hospital nurses. What was fascinating to me was that every nurse was passionate about their job and the wellbeing of everyone, not just their patients. I specifically remember an extremely early morning when a nurse who had treated my mother stopped to talk to us on her way out of the hospital. I remember her tired eyes and large smile comforting me. She was clearly going home from a night shift, yet she still decided to take time to talk to us. Although she worked in a completely different side of the hospital, she would always stop by to say hello to us. Her small act of kindness really made my day, every day, during the most difficult period in my life. I want to be a nurse to help better the lives of others in emulation of that one nurse. One nurse made the difference in my life, and I want to devote my life to helping others, as many others have done before me.	This is my undergrad nursing school essay application. The prompt is: Tell us about a healthcare-related experience or another significant interaction that deepened your interest in studying Nursing, in roughly 250 words (mine is currently 264, but is still okay for the word limit). Thank you! When I was younger, I naively assumed that doctors were the only people who treated patients. That changed in 2009 when I was nine years old. That year, my mom was diagnosed with a very rare tumor. In fact, we were later told that there have only been six to twelve such recorded cases in all of medical history. As a result of its rarity, the Chairman of Johns Hopkins' Surgical Oncology Department agreed to treat her. There were, mercifully, two happy results to this traumatic experience; my mom was cured, and I learned much about the work of hospital nurses. What was fascinating to me was that every nurse was passionate about their job and the wellbeing of everyone, not just their patients. I specifically remember an extremely early morning when a nurse who had treated my mother stopped to talk to us on her way out of the hospital. I remember her tired eyes and large smile comforting me. She was clearly going home from a night shift, yet she still decided to take time to talk to us. Although she worked in a completely different side of the hospital, she would always stop by to say hello to us. Her small act of kindness really made my day, every day, during the most difficult period in my life. I want to be a nurse to help better the lives of others in emulation of that one nurse. One nurse made the difference in my life, and I want to devote my life to helping others, as many others have done before me.
For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of science. Biology, in particular, has always aspired and interested me. Where others see the insects, worm or plants as trivial and boring, I see the excitement. Even as a child I constantly sought it out, first on television, then later in person in every museum exhibit and safari I could go. Life in all its forms fascinated me. By the time I attended secondary school, simply obtaining knowledge did not satisfy me anymore, I wanted to verify it, experiment it and use it for my fun. During those time, I learned how to create snake-shaped plants using phototropism. However, despite my inquisitive, I had hardly gotten any changes to attend official practical courses during my school years due to the class schedules that consisted of mostly lecturer lessons. Because of that, the biggest achievements in those years were the second place at the Hanoi Biology Contest, along with the acknowledgment and admiration of teachers and friends. To be able to further pursue my dream of biological research, I had enrolled Hanoi University of Science, one the top universities in Southeast Asia for scientific study, and was qualified to enter the Talented Program for Biology. Working and studying in a dynamic and professional environment with people with same interests made me excited. I usually express my opinion and discuss actively with colleagues and instructors. We often organize seminars for students in class presentations on topics of interest, in which I can captivate them with my own. At the end of the second year, I have officially joined the Practical Lab of Microbiology and quickly became acquainted with the work there. I am currently conducting my team research about Actinobacteria, which has realized part of my dream since young. Of course, my days are not just about learning and researching. I still often attend exhibitions with friends. Wildland trekking is my favorites. At university, I am an active member of the Biological Club and Volunteer Club. There I had the opportunity to go to different regions, help many people and learn lots of new things. I am also a senior part-timer at a bonsai cafe, where I learn lots of experience and soft skills that useful in life. It is not a cliché to say that my youth has been quite fulfilling. However, I gradually realized the limitations of studying domestically. Being educated in the same education system, we tend to have similar ways of thinking, which restrain the creative mind. The equipment in Vietnam are rudimentary and rear, I am very good in the manual operation thanks to that, yet I still want to try the advanced equipment. We also have difficulty accessing up-to-date study materials. Therefore, I always sought after opportunities to study overseas. That is when I got to know Global UGRAD, which provides one semester scholarships to undergraduate students from around the world for non-degree full-time study combined with community service, professional development, and cultural enrichment. There will be comprehensive gifted students who can be a great example to learn from, both as a student and as an individual. With a new environment, new people, new radical ways of thinking, new teaching method and new equipment, I am certain that I will improve a lot. A foreign country with unique ecosystems and organism also enthrall me, as a researcher and a nature enthusiast. I may not be an outstanding individual, but I have confidence that I can make the best out of this overseas semester. An endless possibility awaiting me ahead.	For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of science. Biology, in particular, has always aspired and interested me. Where others see the insects, worm or plants as trivial and boring, I see the excitement. Even as a child I constantly sought it out, first on television, then later in person in every museum exhibit and safari I could go. Life in all its forms fascinated me. By the time I attended secondary school, simply obtaining knowledge did not satisfy me anymore, I wanted to verify it, experiment it and use it for my fun. During those time, I learned how to create snake-shaped plants using phototropism. However, despite my inquisitive, I had hardly gotten any changes to attend official practical courses during my school years due to the class schedules that consisted of mostly lecturer lessons. Because of that, the biggest achievements in those years were the second place at the Hanoi Biology Contest, along with the acknowledgment and admiration of teachers and friends. To be able to further pursue my dream of biological research, I had enrolled Hanoi University of Science, one the top universities in Southeast Asia for scientific study, and was qualified to enter the Talented Program for Biology. Working and studying in a dynamic and professional environment with people with same interests made me excited. I usually express my opinion and discuss actively with colleagues and instructors. We often organize seminars for students in class presentations on topics of interest, in which I can captivate them with my own. At the end of the second year, I have officially joined the Practical Lab of Microbiology and quickly became acquainted with the work there. I am currently conducting my team research about Cyanobacteria, which has realized part of my dream since young. Of course, my days are not just about learning and researching. I still often attend exhibitions with friends. Wild land trekking is my favorites. At university, I am an active member of the Biological Club and Volunteer Club. There I had the opportunity to go to different regions, help many people and learn lots of new things. I am also a senior part-timer at a bonsai café, where I learn lots to experience and soft skills that useful in life. It is not a cliché to say that my youth has been quite fulfilling. However, I gradually realized the limitations of studying domestically. Being educated in the same education system, we tend to have similar ways of thinking, which restrain the creative mind. The equipment in Vietnam are rudimentary and rear, I am very good in the manual operation thanks to that, yet I still want to try the advanced equipment. We also have difficulty accessing up-to-date study materials. Therefore, I always sought after opportunities to study overseas. That is when I got to know Global GRAD, which provides one semester scholarships to undergraduate students from around the world for nondegree full-time study combined with community service, professional development, and cultural enrichment. There will be comprehensive gifted students who can be a great example to learn from, both as a student and as an individual. With a new environment, new people, new radical ways of thinking, new teaching method and new equipment, I am certain that I will improve a lot. A foreign country with unique ecosystems and organism also enthrall me, as a researcher and a nature enthusiast. I may not be an outstanding individual, but I have confidence that I can make the best out of this overseas semester. An endless possibility awaiting me ahead.
March 1st is the day of Japanese high schools' graduation ceremony. It is usually planned and operated by high school teachers. However, in our school, it is entirely conducted by the graduation ceremony committee, organized by students. Last year, I participated in this committee and was charged in explaining the ceremony schedules and directing students to their seats. Guiding about 600 students to their seats in a short time was the hardest task, but I tried to make an efficient model of moving with my friends. We referred to the last year's procedure and did our own experiments again and again. We estimated the time of walking, lining, and sitting.(Is this saying awkward?)Then, based on these experiments, we made a plan which used time lag to make the movement flows; first, we let the first-year students move to their seat and while they are sitting, we let the juniors move. When I finished my work, I felt confidence and even looked forward to the graduation ceremony. Finally, the day came. However, my plan did not work perfectly; due to the delay of instructions of announcement, I wasted few minutes to finish the moving. I regretted that I did not consider how to announce. From these experiences, I learned two things. First, "perfect plan" has to consider all possibilities. Second, if I have eager to accomplish a goal, I can make it even if the goal looks difficult to achieve. I believe my experiences made me always challenge myself and enjoy it. Thank you for reading! I really appriciate your help:)	March 1st is the day of Japanese high schools' graduation ceremony. It is usually planned and operated by high school teachers. However, in our school, it is entirely conducted by the graduation ceremony committee, organized by students. Last year, I participated in this committee and was charged in explaining the ceremony schedules and directing students to their seats. Guiding about 600 students to their seats in a short time was the hardest task, but I tried to make an efficient model of moving with my friends. We referred to the last year's procedure and did our own experiments again and again. We estimated the time of walking, lining, and sitting.(Is this saying awkward?) Then, based on these experiments, we made a plan which used time lag to make the movement flows; first, we let the first-year students move to their seat and while they are sitting, we let the juniors move. When I finished my work, I felt confidence and even looked forward to the graduation ceremony. Finally, the day came. However, my plan did not work perfectly; due to the delay of instructions of announcement, I wasted few minutes to finish the moving. I regretted that I did not consider how to announce. From these experiences, I learned two things. First, "perfect plan" has to consider all possibilities. Second, if I have eager to accomplish a goal, I can make it even if the goal looks difficult to achieve. I believe my experiences made me always challenge myself and enjoy it. Thank you for reading! I really appreciate your help:)
Language is one unique feature that only human beings are capable to have. Animals, in some way, do communication, but they cannot use language. They are not capable to communicate in a systemic way the way a language does and they also cannot comprehend exclusive features of language like metaphors or simile. Only humans can do it and thus, only humans have access to study it. This is one of the reasons why I choose to study English Linguistics and Literature. It is the uniqueness and the mysteries behind language that always drive my eagerness to study about language and culture. That's why, I currently am a student in the faculty of Cultural Science of my university, Hasanuddin University. My massive enthusiasm toward language and culture has been becoming the primary reason on why I apply for the Global Korea Scholarship(GKS) Exchange Program 2018. The program is a major opportunity for me to gain a deeper understanding about the nature of language, as I will be able to experience the uniqueness that only Korean language can have and thus, gain more insight about the nation's preserved cultures directly. The privileges of having the chance to interact with natives and study their languagescultures directly are I believe, exclusive features in the Global Korea Scholarship(GKS) Exchange Program. I think the richness of insights toward Korean civilization are way more valuable if it is experienced directly. Such opportunities to learn and to fill my thirst for knowledge are the most fitting motives for me to apply for the program. Furthermore, I also do have goals that I hopefully will achieve on this exchange program. I desire to undergo Korean perception on seeing the world. I want to know the unique thinking patterns, habits, and other unique features of Korean. I believe that by gaining these kinds of understanding, we can learn a lot and become wiser to appreciate our diversity as humans. Moreover, through this exchange, I hope that I will obtain some engaging experiences that will improve my social skills and further develop my empathy toward others' cultures. Ultimately, I believe Global Korea Scholarship(GKS) Exchange Program is a door to discover the cultural and linguistic wisdom of Korean civilization. It is an opportunity to gain more profound understandings of our diverse natures as humans. Through learning others' language and cultures directly, we are able to understand what makes us unique and what makes us human.	Language is one unique feature that only human beings are capable to have. Animals, in some way, do communication, but they cannot use language. They are not capable to communicate in a systemic way the way a language does, and they also cannot comprehend exclusive features of language like metaphors or simile. Only humans can do it and thus, only humans have access to study it. This is one of the reasons why I choose to study English Linguistics and Literature. It is the uniqueness and the mysteries behind language that always drive my eagerness to study about language and culture. That's why, I currently am a student in the faculty of Cultural Science of my university, Hasanuddin University. My massive enthusiasm toward language and culture has been becoming the primary reason on why I apply for the Global Korea Scholarship(GKS) Exchange Program 2018. The program is a major opportunity for me to gain a deeper understanding about the nature of language, as I will be able to experience the uniqueness that only Korean language can have and thus, gain more insight about the nation's preserved cultures directly. The privileges of having the chance to interact with natives and study their languages cultures directly do I believe, exclusive features in the Global Korea Scholarship(GKS) Exchange Program. I think the richness of insights toward Korean civilization are way more valuable if it is experienced directly. Such opportunities to learn and to fill my thirst for knowledge are the most fitting motives for me to apply for the program. Furthermore, I also do have goals that I hopefully will achieve on this exchange program. I desire to undergo Korean perception on seeing the world. I want to know the unique thinking patterns, habits, and other unique features of Korean. Furthermore, I believe that by gaining these kinds of understanding, we can learn a lot and become wiser to appreciate our diversity as humans. Moreover, through this exchange, I hope that I will obtain some engaging experiences that will improve my social skills and further develop my empathy toward others' cultures. Ultimately, I believe Global Korea Scholarship(GKS) Exchange Program is a door to discover the cultural and linguistic wisdom of Korean civilization. It is an opportunity to gain more profound understandings of our diverse natures as humans. Through learning others' language and cultures directly, we are able to understand what makes us unique and what makes us human.
Purdue University is a large, leading school, meaning that I can gain plenty of opportunities relating my major, landscape architecture. Purdue, not to mention, is one of the best schools in landscape architecture. However, the advantages I can gain from it are more than that. Typically, landscape architects work on a multi-disciplinary team with environmentalists or engineers, therefore it is important to understand and communicate with them. Since Purdue especially has a high-quality STEM education, I can meet engineering or science major students. Purdue encourages me to not just concentrate on my study, but also have interests in other fields. Thank you for reading! Please give me some advice:) grammars, contents, etc.	Purdue University is a large, leading school, meaning that I can gain plenty of opportunities relating my major, landscape architecture. Purdue, not to mention, is one of the best schools in landscape architecture. However, the advantages I can gain from it are more than that. Typically, landscape architects work on a multidisciplinary team with environmentalists or engineers, therefore it is important to understand and communicate with them. Since Purdue especially has a high-quality STEM education, I can meet engineering or science major students. Purdue encourages me to not just concentrate on my study, but also have interests in other fields. Thank you for reading! Please give me some advice:) grammars, contents, etc.
As I sat outside the vice principal's office, my mind thought all of his possible reactions to my proposal. This was my third appointment with him regarding the implementation of a a better waste management system, and hopefully the last. "Why am I still trying?" I thought as I reminded myself of all the seniors and classmates that had warned me about the rejections of all the previous proposals. Residing in a small remote area of Jakarta, our school is very far from most waste banks, making it difficult for us to come up with a cost efficient way of managing the school waste. "Aradhya, you may come in now."Taking in a deep breath, I tell him my idea. "Oh no, he's going to say no and reject the entire proposal." I think to myself. "Hmm. okay, fine. I'll approve, but only because we have already recovered all of the costs from the production already. Good Job!" This was probably one of my proudest moments. My heart was about to explode; the proposal got accepted! People always say I'm a bit too idealistic - I guess it was my idealism that decided to work on another proposal despite knowing that all the previous ones had been rejected. I was set on at least giving it a try, and I had come prepared. Even before making my first appointment with the vice principal, I had already talked to the management head of the school and the head of the cleaning department to try understand possible issues that could arise due to the change. I worked with the management to convince the trash collectors to send the waste items to proper waste banks instead of landfills. All the previous proposals had asked the waste banks to send their own trash trucks, which required the school to collect 1 ton of waste per day or store waste until we managed to collect 1 ton of waste. Hence, even though the school would need to pay a higher price for sending waste to different destinations, convincing the existing trash collectors was crucial, this way, the janitors would not have to go through the extra trouble to store the waste; there wouldn't be much change in the existing system, making it easier for the school. In the first meeting with the vice principal, I could tell he was impressed but not convinced. I reassured him that I am taking this project seriously, and that I will take care of all the logistics. Although he didn't approve the proposal in the first time, he was willing to help me improve it. He advised me to talk to the finance and the primary department regarding all the costs. After a few discussions with the finance department, I found that the amount we needed to raise was much more than what I had imagined. This was going to be problematic - from the very start I knew that I had to make sure that the new waste management system would have to cost efficient, if not it wouldn't get approved. As I walked out of the finance department, I noticed some of my friends selling the school's new production tickets and that's when I got the idea of using the extra money earned from the production for this new project of mine. If I managed to help the school sell some tickets, I could ask the school to allow us to use the money earned from the tickets on this project. I knew that the chances of this idea getting approved were very low, even my friends kept telling me that this wasn't going to work. Despite all of the above, idealistic me decided otherwise. Earlier, I used to think being idealistic was weakness, but now I know being idealistic is actually a strength. Even though, this project is still at its earlier stages, and I'm sure there will be more problems to be faced in the future, I now have the confidence to face them.	As I sat outside the vice principal's office, my mind thought all of his possible reactions to my proposal. This was my third appointment with him regarding the implementation of a better waste management system, and hopefully the last. "Why am I still trying?" I thought as I reminded myself of all the seniors and classmates that had warned me about the rejections of all the previous proposals. Residing in a small remote area of Jakarta, our school is very far from most waste banks, making it difficult for us to come up with a cost-efficient way of managing the school waste. "Ayodhya, you may come in now." Taking in a deep breath, I tell him my idea. "Oh no, he's going to say no and reject the entire proposal." I think to myself. "Hmm. Okay, fine. I'll approve, but only because we have already recovered all the costs from the production already. Good Job!" This was probably one of my proudest moments. My heart was about to explode; the proposal got accepted! People always say I'm a bit too idealistic - I guess it was my idealism that decided to work on another proposal despite knowing that all the previous ones had been rejected. I was set on at least giving it a try, and I had come prepared. Even before making my first appointment with the vice principal, I had already talked to the management head of the school and the head of the cleaning department to try to understand possible issues that could arise due to the change. I worked with the management to convince the trash collectors to send the waste items to proper waste banks instead of landfills. All the previous proposals had asked the waste banks to send their own trash trucks, which required the school to collect 1 ton of waste per day or store waste until we managed to collect 1 ton of waste. Hence, even though the school would need to pay a higher price for sending waste to different destinations, convincing the existing trash collectors was crucial, this way, the janitors would not have to go through the extra trouble to store the waste; there wouldn't be much change in the existing system, making it easier for the school. In the first meeting with the vice principal, I could tell he was impressed but not convinced. I reassured him that I am taking this project seriously, and that I will take care of all the logistics. Although he didn't approve the proposal in the first time, he was willing to help me improve it. He advised me to talk to the finance and the primary department regarding all the costs. After a few discussions with the finance department, I found that the amount we needed to raise was much more than what I had imagined. This was going to be problematic - from the very start I knew that I had to make sure that the new waste management system would have to cost-efficient, if not it wouldn't get approved. As I walked out of the finance department, I noticed some of my friends selling the school's new production tickets and that's when I got the idea of using the extra money earned from the production for this new project of mine. If I managed to help the school sell some tickets, I could ask the school to allow us to use the money earned from the tickets on this project. I knew that the chances of this idea getting approved were very low, even my friends kept telling me that this wasn't going to work. Despite all of the above, idealistic me decided otherwise. Earlier, I used to think being idealistic was weakness, but now I know being idealistic is actually a strength. Even though, this project is still at its earlier stages, and I'm sure there will be more problems to be faced in the future, I now have the confidence to face them.
I grew up in Jakarta, a concrete jungle in the middle of more than 17000 beautiful islands that all represent one country: Indonesia. Between beautiful beaches and lush green mountains, Jakarta is city plagued with pollution due to constant traffic on the streets, and plastic covered lakes and rivers. The cause to this, however, is just one: the lack of awareness. The general public is oblivious to the consequences of these environmental problems, and the very few that aren't, don't do anything because they don't think they're enough to bring a change. For example, in Jakarta, it is extremely common to burn waste, the reason for this belief is: "it is the easiest way to manage the waste! Set it on fire and 'poof' it's gone." To them it the most efficient way of handling waste, however, they aren't aware of how the smoke that is emitted from the waste contains chemicals that pollute the very air we breathe. In grade 10, upon learning more about the negative effects on burning waste, I set out on a mission to raise awareness about its effects on the environment. I wrote an article about the negative effects of burning waste, which got published in a local newspaper and magazine: The Jakarta Post and Jakarta Expat Magazine. Furthermore, I often also went to educate the waste management workers along with a few other classmates and our art teacher, who supported us in our venture. During my junior and sophomore years, I also had the opportunity to become a member of Global Issues Network Indonesia (GINDO), which is an inter-school organization that is lead by the youth to solve some of the pressing issues of our generation. As a member of the organization, I have taken part in many events aimed to provide service to the local community. Among others, Cilincing project and Clean-Up Jakarta were events I volunteered for, both aiming to clean polluted areas near the school. We segregated the waste materials as organic and non-organic in the area and strived to raise awareness regarding the importance of segregating waste. Currently, I'm also working on a new project aiming to introduce a proper waste management system in my school. Together with school, I am working with waste banks to help us recycle all of the school waste. We are also encouraging the community near the school to segregate their waste, instead of burning it. Indonesia, can easily be considered amongst of the most beautiful countries in the world, yet it's capital city itself contradicts what the country represents. This is also due to the lack of education in remote areas, which is why, in grade 11, as a part of Global Issues Network Jakarta, I volunteered to help build a kindergarten, in less developed city near jakarta. We worked on building the pavement, the roof, and painting the walls both inside and outside the school. Growing up in Jakarta has taught me the importance of preserving the environment and that with little conscious effort we can contribute a lot to the world. Therefore, environmental sustainability and social responsibility is the core value I resonate with the most.	I grew up in Jakarta, a concrete jungle in the middle of more than 17000 beautiful islands that all represent one country: Indonesia. Between beautiful beaches and lush green mountains, Jakarta is city plagued with pollution due to constant traffic on the streets, and plastic covered lakes and rivers. The cause to this, however, is just one: the lack of awareness. The public is oblivious to the consequences of these environmental problems, and the very few that aren't, don't do anything because they don't think they're enough to bring a change. For example, in Jakarta, it is extremely common to burn waste, the reason for this belief is: "it is the easiest way to manage the waste! Set it on fire and 'poof' it's gone." To them, it is the most efficient way of handling waste, however, they aren't aware of how the smoke that is emitted from the waste contains chemicals that pollute the very air we breathe. In grade 10, upon learning more about the negative effects on burning waste, I set out on a mission to raise awareness about its effects on the environment. I wrote an article about the negative effects of burning waste, which got published in a local newspaper and magazine: The Jakarta Post and Jakarta Expat Magazine. Furthermore, I often also went to educate the waste management workers along with a few other classmates and our art teacher, who supported us in our venture. During my junior and sophomore years, I also had the opportunity to become a member of Global Issues Network Indonesia (GINO), which is an interschool organization that is lead by the youth to solve some pressing issues of our generation. As a member of the organization, I have taken part in many events aimed to provide service to the local community. Among others, Clinching project and Clean-Up Jakarta were events I volunteered for, both aiming to clean polluted areas near the school. We segregated the waste materials as organic and non-organic in the area and strived to raise awareness regarding the importance of segregating waste. Currently, I'm also working on a new project aiming to introduce a proper waste management system in my school. Together with school, I am working with waste banks to help us recycle all the school waste. We are also encouraging the community near the school to segregate their waste, instead of burning it. Indonesia, can easily be considered among of the most beautiful countries in the world, yet it's capital city itself contradicts what the country represents. This is also due to the lack of education in remote areas, which is why, in grade 11, as a part of Global Issues Network Jakarta, I volunteered to help build a kindergarten, in less developed city near Jakarta. We worked on building the pavement, the roof, and painting the walls both inside and outside the school. Growing up in Jakarta has taught me the importance of preserving the environment and that with little conscious effort we can contribute a lot to the world. Therefore, environmental sustainability and social responsibility is the core value I resonate with the most.
"Ana Flavia is the most stellar student I have ever seen. That girl is a genius!""With only 17 years-old, she was approved at every single Medical School she applied to!""She went to Harvard!"During my Freshman year, these were the comments I frequently heard from everyone around my school. At that time, I wanted to be a medical researcher, and knowing that someone who achieved exactly what I wanted studied at the same school I did drove me to believe that if she could do it, I could do it too. I logically concluded that, if I were like Ana Flavia, I would achieve the same stellar results. Therefore, I asked every single person about her: I wanted to know how that figure was, how she behaved, and what she did to become "Ana Flavia". I have also reached her and asked for some advice, which I strictly followed. During my first year, she framed me from the time I woke up to study on Saturdays to the number of practice tests I did. However, I realized that I was building a character, a human-calculator who has never gotten a wrong question on a Math test, or who has always known from back to forth every single step of The Krebs Cycle. The more I compared myself to this "superhuman" that I created, the more frustrated I got. "How can I take more than 5 minutes to understand the Lagrangian Standard Model equation? She would certainly take some few seconds!"Nevertheless, I felt increasingly motivated me to be disciplined, resilient, and determined. I learned to never settle, but always aim for more, constantly seeking for improvement and growth. The more I worked on myself, the better my cognitive abilities got and, consequently, the higher my academic results. On this road, I also understood that we all have genius and creativity in us: the way we live our lives and explore ourselves determine to which extend we develop them. I also realized that her stellar achievements were not the result of some god-like feature that belongs to few of us. Instead, it was the consequence of a strong work ethic. More importantly, I also comprehended that I did not have to be "another Ana Flávia" to achieve my goals. I just had to be myself, the best version of myself; after all, Ana and I were so different! She woke up at 8 am to study on Saturdays, but I loved to wake up at 6 am; she wanted Medicine, and I discovered a passion for Physics; she had troubles with Portuguese; I, with Biology. Instead of building "another version" of Ana Flávia's puzzle, I decided to incorporate her pieces of commitment, dedication and persistence that I so much admire to construct my own. Ana Flávia deeply shaped my perspective of myself and the world around me, driving me to also inspire those around me. I want to show people that perfect human-beings do not exist; that before cracking an essay, I had to throw many drafts away. After all, as Thomas Paine stated, "the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph".	"Ana Flavia is the most stellar student I have ever seen. That girl is a genius!"" With only 17 years-old, she was approved at every single Medical School she applied to!"" She went to Harvard!" During my Freshman year, these were the comments I frequently heard from everyone around my school. At that time, I wanted to be a medical researcher, and knowing that someone who achieved exactly what I wanted to be studied at the same school I did drove me to believe that if she could do it, I could do it too. I logically concluded that, if I were like Ana Flavia, I would achieve the same stellar results. Therefore, I asked every single person about her: I wanted to know how that figure was, how she behaved, and what she did to become "Ana Flavia". I have also reached her and asked for some advice, which I strictly followed. During my first year, she framed me from the time I woke up to study on Saturdays to the number of practice tests I did. However, I realized that I was building a character, a human-calculator who has never gotten a wrong question on a Math test, or who has always known from back to forth every single step of The Krebs Cycle. The more I compared myself to this "superhuman" that I created, the more frustrated I got. "How can I take more than 5 minutes to understand the Lagrangian Standard Model equation? She would certainly take some few seconds!" Nevertheless, I felt increasingly motivated me to be disciplined, resilient, and determined. I learned to never settle, but always aim for more, constantly seeking for improvement and growth. The more I worked on myself, the better my cognitive abilities got and, consequently, the higher my academic results. On this road, I also understood that we all have genius and creativity in us: the way we live our lives and explore ourselves determine to which extent we develop them. I also realized that her stellar achievements were not the result of some god-like feature that belongs too few of us. Instead, it was the consequence of a strong work ethic. More importantly, I also comprehended that I did not have to be "another Ana Flavia" to achieve my goals. I just had to be myself, the best version of myself; after all, Ana and I were so different! She woke up at 8 am to study on Saturdays, but I loved to wake up at 6 am; she wanted Medicine, and I discovered a passion for Physics; she had troubles with Portuguese; I, with Biology. Instead of building "another version" of Ana Flavia's puzzle, I decided to incorporate her pieces of commitment, dedication and persistence that I so much admire to construct my own. Ana Flavia deeply shaped my perspective of myself and the world around me, driving me to also inspire those around me. I want to show people that perfect human-beings do not exist; that before cracking an essay, I had to throw many drafts away. After all, as Thomas Paine stated, "the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph".
The ultimate treasures are ones closest to home, and in my case, two hours and forty-five minutes away. Summer was only a remnant in my mind as I walked through the campus and discovered University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign to be more than a perfect university--it was the definition of one. Following my campus visit, I developed a keen interest in economic non-fiction books. Freakonomics, written by Stephen J. Dubner and Steven Levitt, had a significant impact on my personal perception of society; learning that incentives play one of the biggest roles in human behavior. The book provided me with data, economic, and psychological insight, heightening my hunger to dive into the mathematical approach to the study of social phenomena. To satisfy my intellectual curiosity, I conducted an experiment based on the incentive theory by asking my English teacher if I could substitute him for one class period. Upon his approval, I prepared a lesson plan and began the next day's class by offering extra credit to students that participated in answering my questions at least five times throughout the class period. The results were as expected: about 75% of the class (out of 32 students) received the extra credit, but only 29% of those elaborated with their answers. Although the extrinsic incentive of handing out extra credit motivated majority of the class to participate, it discouraged them to give a thought out response. These results not only intrigued me but also pushed me to gain a higher desire in researching the variables that affect society. By combining my quantitative and analytical skills as a student at the University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign's Economics Department, I can achieve my goal. Every aspect of the institution - from the university's athletic affiliation in the respected Big Ten conference, to its urban environment, the diversity of the student body, the immense amount of opportunities to increase my knowledge and experience in my field - readily matches the setting in which I hope to immerse myself in for the next four years. University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign's intellectual rigor, fervent school pride, and unique traditions - such as the rubbing of Lincoln's nose before exams and the infamous Alma Mater statue - promise me the ultimate postsecondary experience.	The ultimate treasures are ones closest to home, and in my case, two hours and forty-five minutes away. Summer was only a remnant in my mind as I walked through the campus and discovered University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign to be more than a perfect university--it was the definition of one. Following my campus visit, I developed a keen interest in economic non-fiction books. Reaganomics, written by Stephen J. Dubber and Steven Levitt, had a significant impact on my personal perception of society; learning that incentives play one of the biggest roles in human behavior. The book provided me with data, economic, and psychological insight, heightening my hunger to dive into the mathematical approach to the study of social phenomena. To satisfy my intellectual curiosity, I conducted an experiment based on the incentive theory by asking my English teacher if I could substitute him for one class period. Upon his approval, I prepared a lesson plan and began the next day's class by offering extra credit to students that participated in answering my questions at least five times throughout the class period. The results were as expected: about 75% of the class (out of 32 students) received the extra credit, but only 29% of those elaborated with their answers. Although the extrinsic incentive of handing out extra credit motivated majority of the class to participate, it discouraged them to give a thought out response. These results not only intrigued me but also pushed me to gain a higher desire in researching the variables that affect society. By combining my quantitative and analytical skills as a student at the University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign's Economics Department, I can achieve my goal. Every aspect of the institution - from the university's athletic affiliation in the respected Big Ten conference, to its urban environment, the diversity of the student body, the immense amount of opportunities to increase my knowledge and experience in my field - readily matches the setting in which I hope to immerse myself in for the next four years. University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign's intellectual rigor, fervent school pride, and unique traditions - such as the rubbing of Lincoln's nose before exams and the infamous Alma Mater statue - promise me the ultimate postsecondary experience.
Drawing and painting is my language to convert my idea, and math and science are what have sharpened my language. The way light reflects and the reason why the rainbow is rainbow color sophisticate the way I draw shapes of objects. At the same time, depth perception makes me easier understand calculus. Art and science are in harmony for me and I cannot separate these two fields when considering my future. That a good architectural design has not only artistic beauty but also clear reasoning really attracts me. Architecture is more than supplying basic need for humans; using creativity to deal with realistic problems is what excited me and I am sure that it is suitable for me. Thank you for reading!	Drawing and painting is my language to convert my idea, and math and science are what have sharpened my language. The way light reflects and the reason why the rainbow is rainbow color sophisticate the way I draw shapes of objects. At the same time, depth perception makes me easier understand calculus. Art and science are in harmony for me and I cannot separate these two fields when considering my future. That a good architectural design has not only artistic beauty but also clear reasoning really attracts me. Architecture is more than supplying basic need for humans; using creativity to deal with realistic problems is what excited me, and I am sure that it is suitable for me. Thank you for reading!
I have read several books about USA, they made me obsessed and fell in love. Visiting USA is my biggest dream. However, I am financially unable to go there. But then I found out about this program, I got really excited. This program means a lot to me. It is an opportunity to make my biggest dream come true also the right time to improve self-qualities and develop my career. I am a person who is focused to build a successful career, my excellent grades is one of the evidences. I feel the knowledge that I get in my homeland is not enough. Because my homeland is considered a developing country with limited technology. The education system is much different and need to be improved and updated. Therefore, I really want to study in USA to find the things that I cannot find in my homeland. My major, architecture is very potential in USA. Many great architects who are well known of their phenomenal projects came from USA. I am sure, by studying in the potential environment plus guidance from professional lecturers will give a positive impact on my career. I will definitely push myself to the limit to reach my dream. For that reason, I would be a great participant of UGRAD. Living in a country which contains a lot of religions, tribes, and cultures has taught me to respect diversity and it made me become an open-minded person. Personally, I am a sociable and humble person so I can communicate well regardless of the people's status. I like meeting new people plus I can easily get along with people, hence I have a lot of friends. I am a cheerful and friendly person as well. My sense of empathy towards the surroundings led me to volunteer in some social activities in my homeland. I took place as one of the committees in several organizations. Besides helping the society, people, and the world I also learned how to manage myself, coordinate co-workers, and be responsible for the work. In order to use social media smartly and wisely, I have an online photography gallery for constantly sharing my photos when traveling, mostly about heritage. Using graphic design skills and creative writing, I process them to be a journal. So that people can see the world and get inspired. I love sharing using visual media. Because I can share what I cannot share orally moreover practically. Happiness and feedback of people who benefit from what I have shared, motivates me to keep working and spread the positive vibes. This program gives me a chance to meet new people with different religions, tribes, cultures, traditions, and backgrounds. I certainly do not hesitate to share my life experiences, thoughts, and what my homeland has. Otherwise, as a good listener I would love to listen other participants' stories too. By participating in this program, I will get a priceless life experience that not everyone gets. I will meet people who have the same vision and mission as me. Great people who do not stop learning and keep looking for knowledge and new experiences. So when returning to the homelands, we can contribute according to our respective fields and give positive impacts to the society to make the world a better one. My curiousity to look for something new in my life and a strong desire from my inner self makes me sure that I can do it. My skills and abilities that I have support me to be a great participant of UGRAD. In the end, it will boost my career in the future.	I have read several books about the USA, they made me obsessed and fell in love. Visiting USA is my biggest dream. However, I am financially unable to go there. But then I found out about this program, I got really excited. This program means a lot to me. It is an opportunity to make my biggest dream come true also the right time to improve self-qualities and develop my career. I am a person who is focused to build a successful career, my excellent grades are one of the evidences. I feel the knowledge that I get in my homeland is not enough. Because my homeland is considered a developing country with limited technology. The education system is much different and need to be improved and updated. Therefore, I really want to study in the USA to find the things that I cannot find in my homeland. My major, architecture is very potential in the USA. Many great architects who are well known of their phenomenal projects came from the USA. I am sure, by studying in the potential environment plus guidance from professional lecturers will give a positive impact on my career. I will definitely push myself to the limit to reach my dream. For that reason, I would be a great participant of GRAD. Living in a country which contains a lot of religions, tribes, and cultures has taught me to respect diversity, and it made me become an open-minded person. Personally, I am a sociable and humble person, so I can communicate well regardless of the people's status. I like meeting new people plus I can easily get along with people, hence I have a lot of friends. I am a cheerful and friendly person as well. My sense of empathy towards the surroundings led me to volunteer in some social activities in my homeland. I took place as one of the committees in several organizations. Besides helping the society, people, and the world I also learned how to manage myself, coordinate co-workers, and be responsible for the work. In order to use social media smartly and wisely, I have an online photography gallery for constantly sharing my photos when traveling, mostly about heritage. Using graphic design skills and creative writing, I process them to be a journal. So that people can see the world and get inspired. I love sharing using visual media. Because I can share what I cannot share orally moreover practically. Happiness and feedback of people who benefit from what I have shared, motivates me to keep working and spread the positive vibes. This program gives me a chance to meet new people with different religions, tribes, cultures, traditions, and backgrounds. I certainly do not hesitate to share my life experiences, thoughts, and what my homeland has. Otherwise, as a good listener I would love to listen other participants' stories too. By participating in this program, I will get a priceless life experience that not everyone gets. I will meet people who have the same vision and mission as me. Great people who do not stop learning and keep looking for knowledge and new experiences. So when returning to the homelands, we can contribute according to our respective fields and give positive impacts to the society to make the world a better one. My curiosity to look for something new in my life and a strong desire from my inner self makes me sure that I can do it. My skills and abilities that I have support me to be a great participant of GRAD. In the end, it will boost my career in the future.
I've had sorts of crazy dreams in childhood, yet the passion for robotics has always retained. After studying physics, mathematics, and computer science in high school, I had a better insight on how I liked these subjects and figured that engineering impressed me. Therefore, I have devoted most of my spare time to robotics, learning programming, and attending online courses to master VEX robot construction. Since last year, I have led the School Robotics Club to participate in dozens of tournaments in and out of schools, and won several awards. However, compared to the achievement of the awards, I felt excited to harvest more skills. My experience proved me the important roles that mathematics and physics play to understand the underlying mechanics. With a hope to design my own robotics someday, I want to join the Physics and Computer Science program in USC Dornsife College of Letters, Arts and Sciences, which will provide me with a solid foundation in the fundamental concepts of classical and contemporary physics through experimentation, data analysis and mathematical modeling. With the support of accomplished faculty and numerous research opportunities, I am sure to equip myself with enough theoretical principles and hands-on experience in four years, and then I hope to achieve my goal in Viterbi School of Engineering at USC. The opportunities and diversity within USC combined with its geological edge would improve my campus life.	I've had sorts of crazy dreams in childhood, yet the passion for robotics has always retained. After studying physics, mathematics, and computer science in high school, I had a better insight on how I liked these subjects and figured that engineering impressed me. Therefore, I have devoted most of my spare time to robotics, learning programming, and attending online courses to master VEX robot construction. Since last year, I have led the School Robotics Club to participate in dozens of tournaments in and out of schools, and won several awards. However, compared to the achievement of the awards, I felt excited to harvest more skills. My experience proved me the important roles that mathematics and physics play to understand the underlying mechanics. With a hope to design my own robotics someday, I want to join the Physics and Computer Science program in USC Downside College of Letters, Arts and Sciences, which will provide me with a solid foundation in the fundamental concepts of classical and contemporary physics through experimentation, data analysis and mathematical modeling. With the support of accomplished faculty and numerous research opportunities, I am sure to equip myself with enough theoretical principles and hands-on experience in four years, and then I hope to achieve my goal in Viterbo School of Engineering at USC. The opportunities and diversity within USC combined with its geological edge would improve my campus life.
1. How did you meet this person?2. How is this person different from you?3. What did you learn from this person?4. What does this person mean to you?My essay right now: I'm having trouble answering #4 because the professor is so picky as to hoow your describing the person. any ideas? I need to elaborate more on the essay aswell but im stuck, help!!? Throughout life I have met quite a lot of people that have impacted me in many different ways , both negative and positive. I have to say positive impacts have stuck with me the most. People will come and go but the ones that stay, well they stay and help you mold your life into the perfect sculpture of art. We run into these people and they change our views on life for the better. My friend, Maria is the person who has impacted me in the most positive ways throughout our friendship. She has been there to support me in my many decisions, whether they were smart or foolish ones. It is due to my friend that I am the ambitious, responsible, and respectful person that I am today. Maria and I have been friends since grade school. We had the same elementary school teachers so since then we started hanging out and talking. I later found out that she lived in some apartments around the corner from mine, which brought us to be closer friends. Our friendship went throughout every school year , since we lived in the same neighborhood till this day, we went to the same school from elementary to high school, and even still go to the same college today. Although we're best friends and have grown up toether we are totally different people. Different is defined as not alike or not being the same as each other, well we are just that. Maria is different personality wise, she's very out going , out spoken, isn't afraid to open up or talk to people about problems. Whereas I'm the total opposite of her, I'm very reserved, quiet, and totally shy when it comes to talking to people I don't know. Together we balance each other out. She has thought many tactics as to not being shy. Growing up with this particular person has been a roller coaster. I have learned so much from her. Meaning I have learned how to be more out there. In regards to speaking out, I was always the one who just sat there very shy however she has thought me how to become more pen minded towards things and be less timid. My friend Maria means People come in and out of my life all the time. Those who impacted me in a positive or negative way were sent my way for a reason. They shaped how I am today and in a way have impacted how I have turned out to be.	1. How did you meet this person?2. How is this person different from you?3. What did you learn from this person?4. What does this person mean to you? My essay right now: I'm having trouble answering #4 because the professor is so picky as to how your describing the person. Any ideas? I need to elaborate more on the essay as well but I'm stuck, help!!? Throughout life, I have met quite a lot of people that have impacted me in many ways, both negative and positive. I have to say positive impacts have stuck with me the most. People will come and go but the ones that stay, well they stay and help you mold your life into the perfect sculpture of art. We run into these people, and they change our views on life for the better. My friend, Maria is the person who has impacted me in the most positive ways throughout our friendship. She has been there to support me in my many decisions, whether they were smart or foolish ones. It is due to my friend that I am the ambitious, responsible, and respectful person that I am today. Maria and I have been friends since grade school. We had the same elementary school teachers so since then we started hanging out and talking. I later found out that she lived in some apartments around the corner from mine, which brought us to be closer friends. Our friendship went throughout every school year, since we lived in the same neighborhood till this day, we went to the same school from elementary to high school, and even still go to the same college today. Although we're best friends and have grown up together we are totally different people. Different is defined as not alike or not being the same as each other, well we are just that. Maria is different personality wise, she's very out going, out spoken, isn't afraid to open up or talk to people about problems. Whereas I'm the total opposite of her, I'm very reserved, quiet, and totally shy when it comes to talking to people I don't know. Together we balance each other out. She has thought many tactics as to not being shy. Growing up with this particular person has been a roller coaster. I have learned so much from her. Meaning I have learned how to be more out there. In regard to speaking out, I was always the one who just sat there very shy however she has thought me how to become more pen minded towards things and be less timid. My friend Maria means People come in and out of my life all the time. Those who impacted me in a positive or negative way were sent my way for a reason. They shaped how I am today and in a way have impacted how I have turned out to be.
Years back, my family and friends always called me the camera girl. The thought of the world around piques my curiosity, and discovering it via the lenses of my camera has always been my passion since I was little. However, the determination to pursue specific undergraduate studies did not come to my mind early. Fortunately, the trips with * genuinely challenged my whole perspective on life. Three weeks, seven cities, twenty-eight people, and one mission: providing free healthcare to the ones who need it. Going on this trip taught me the importance of adaptability and being open-minded. On this trip, I broke the "wall" of shyness and reached out to talk to a wide variety of people. Whether they were doctors, dentists, foreign volunteers, or my "patients", I was able to have friendly conversations with them. Listening to stories that tugged at my heartstrings, I felt the urge to write something down. Taking photos that could recall so many emotions, I felt the need to share them with everyone. That moment, it hit me: "Yes, I want to study journalism". Looking back, I find myself to have been immersed in many activities related to writing and photography ever since the beginning of high school. Leading the media team of the Yearbook project, I acknowledge that our publications have a strong impact on shaping public perception and decide the success of our project. Therefore, I have always taken the responsibility to make sure our team can provide not only eye-catching photos of school's events but also informative and interesting articles about school life. Earlier this year, I was honored to participate in the *, which provided me with practice in doing research for the position paper as well as debating sessions. This meeting also gave me an insight into how important a clear and concise writing is in the professional context. Eventually, when putting my interests and personal strengths together, I have ensured that journalism is my perfect fit. The more I know about the University of Hong Kong, the more I believe it is a perfect place to spend my undergraduate education years. A journalist cannot succeed without having the solid foundation in communications and strong critical understanding, so I am fascinated to explore what the journalism program at the University of Hong Kong can offer. Writing is, of course, one of the most important skills every journalist must have, and practical writing courses will certainly provide me with a basis in journalistic writing technique to release well-written analytical articles in the future. Besides, although I have been engaging in taking photographs for quite a while, never have I ever experienced real lectures on photography. Any articles would need compelling photographs to highlight important issues, therefore I want to enhance my photography skills through taking photography courses in the journalism curriculum. To become a business journalist is my cherished wish, and I believe that the Bachelor of Journalism program at HKU will allow me to fulfill my dream. Globalization is having major impacts on the world, and in order to embrace this opportunity, I am excited to go on an exchange to broaden my horizons through interacting with people from different cultures. As someone who loves exploring and challenges, I also look forward to studying more about international business through the opportunity to declare a second major and get valuable experience when taking internships during my course. Just because it took me longer to realize my determination, it does not mean that I cannot do well in this journalism field. With strong motivation and passion, I truly look forward to challenging myself by studying abroad in the University of Hong Kong, where I can thrive in the global-class university environment and have the best opportunities to follow my career pursuits.	Years back, my family and friends always called me the camera girl. The thought of the world around piques my curiosity, and discovering it via the lenses of my camera has always been my passion since I was little. However, the determination to pursue specific undergraduate studies did not come to my mind early. Fortunately, the trips with * genuinely challenged my whole perspective on life. Three weeks, seven cities, twenty-eight people, and one mission: providing free healthcare to the ones who need it. Going on this trip taught me the importance of adaptability and being open-minded. On this trip, I broke the "wall" of shyness and reached out to talk to a wide variety of people. Whether they were doctors, dentists, foreign volunteers, or my "patients", I was able to have friendly conversations with them. Listening to stories that tugged at my heartstrings, I felt the urge to write something down. Taking photos that could recall so many emotions, I felt the need to share them with everyone. That moment, it hit me: "Yes, I want to study journalism". Looking back, I find myself to have been immersed in many activities related to writing and photography ever since the beginning of high school. Leading the media team of the Yearbook project, I acknowledge that our publications have a strong impact on shaping public perception and decide the success of our project. Therefore, I have always taken the responsibility to make sure our team can provide not only eye-catching photos of school's events but also informative and interesting articles about school life. Earlier this year, I was honored to participate in the *, which provided me with practice in doing research for the position paper as well as debating sessions. This meeting also gave me an insight into how important a clear and concise writing is in the professional context. Eventually, when putting my interests and personal strengths together, I have ensured that journalism is my perfect fit. The more I know about the University of Hong Kong, the more I believe it is a perfect place to spend my undergraduate education years. A journalist cannot succeed without having the solid foundation in communications and strong critical understanding, so I am fascinated to explore what the journalism program at the University of Hong Kong can offer. Writing is, of course, one of the most important skills every journalist must have, and practical writing courses will certainly provide me with a basis in journalistic writing technique to release well-written analytical articles in the future. Besides, although I have been engaging in taking photographs for quite a while, never have I ever experienced real lectures on photography. Any articles would need compelling photographs to highlight important issues, therefore I want to enhance my photography skills through taking photography courses in the journalism curriculum. To become a business journalist is my cherished wish, and I believe that the Bachelor of Journalism program at HK will allow me to fulfill my dream. Globalization is having major impacts on the world, and in order to embrace this opportunity, I am excited to go on an exchange to broaden my horizons through interacting with people from different cultures. As someone who loves exploring and challenges, I also look forward to studying more about international business through the opportunity to declare a second major and get valuable experience when taking internships during my course. Just because it took me longer to realize my determination, it does not mean that I cannot do well in this journalism field. With strong motivation and passion, I truly look forward to challenging myself by studying abroad in the University of Hong Kong, where I can thrive in the global-class university environment and have the best opportunities to follow my career pursuits.
I also would like to know which personality traits this essay shows.Any feedback is valuable! Ottawa, Canada, 12th July 2014 Heading from Westgate Shopping Centre, Pedro, Heloisa and Jean took the same bus, since they lived close to each other; I took Churchill-Byron, the one I used to get when coming back from school. Time was passing and I wasn't seeing either Tunney's Pasture station nor Metro Supermarket - there was something wrong.Although I wasn't crazy about talking to strangers, felt insecure about my English and intimidated by that large, outraged face and middle-age bus driver, I had to get out of my comfort zone and figure out what was going on. "Excuse me, sir. Are we going to Churchill Avenue?""We are now heading in the opposite direction, girl"His words came to my heart as the sharpest sword, causing me some milliseconds of panic."Well, I just have to call my host mother and she will tell me what to do", I said to myself."Cecilia, I took the wrong bus and got lost"Barely have I pronounced those words, my battery died.I was completely by myself, and solving that situation depended entirely on me: If I didn't take action, nothing would ever happen." I'm becoming an adult, and adults solve things by themselves. That's what I'm going to do."Then, I asked the bus driver for directions.His advice that the next (and right) Churchill-Byron bus, which I should take, was the last one of the night caused me a mini heart-attack. As soon as I saw a boulevard, I dropped off at the nearest bus stop. Maybe a store was open and I could ask for help. That was Canada over 9 pm. Of course, no stores were open, but the shot was worthy because, on my way back, I saw a weak light coming from a small grocery store. As I entered it, I saw a guy hurrying up to close the establishment.I'm still trying to figure out if my anxiety made my utterance confusing, or if his troubles with English were bigger than mines, since, after repeatedly explaining my situation, all I heard were mumblings that went from "eh" to "huh?". Our connection was not very effective, and I decided to return back to the bus stop. That was my last chance to get back home and I couldn't miss it. Yes, I was afraid. It was dark, nobody was on the streets and I was insecure, but my desire to get back home strengthened me to overcome any obstacle. Some minutes later, the right bus appeared as, literally, a light at the end of the tunnel.As I boarded it, I felt like 10 tons were being taken off my back...But that was just destiny joking with me.As usual, I drop off at Churchill Avenue, but everything was so dark that I, again, got lost. If I felt dumb? Assuredly.Although everything was apparently against me, giving up was not an option. I was so close to home. I knew that I was.While I was trying to remember the neighborhood street names, so I could better find my path, I saw a police car - my heart popped up. I knew that, if I kept trying, I could go back home by myself, but, with police officers' help, things would be way better.I felt a mix of joy, anxious and nervousness. My fear of talking to strangers didn't even come to my mind - after all, I overcame it. With my heart coming out of my chest, I talked to those two police-officers and explained my situation. They asked if I wanted them to drive me home, and I, with no hesitation and thanking God for sending those guys, said yes.For them, driving me home was part of their duty; for me, a night-saving, showing me that small actions may have a great impact on others. I realized that, despite getting some people worried about me, there is nothing wrong with getting lost: it is part of the game. If it weren't for me taking the wrong path, I wouldn't have overcome my fear of talking to strangers, which was crucial not only to my lectures but also to my personal development: supermarket lines and dining halls became a new world to be explored. Also, challenging myself, risking and persisting shaped my perspective toward my goals, impacting my whole High School experience, and motivating me to found Seed and Skylight Club. After all, if I do nothing, nothing will ever happen.	I also would like to know which personality traits this essay shows. Any feedback is valuable! Ottawa, Canada, 12th July 2014 Heading from West gate Shopping Center, Pedro, Heloise and Jean took the same bus, since they lived close to each other; I took Churchill-Byron, the one I used to get when coming back from school. Time was passing, and I wasseeing neither Tunney's Pasture station nor Metro Supermarket - there was something wrong. Although I wasn't crazy about talking to strangers, felt insecure about my English and intimidated by that large, outraged face and middle-age bus driver, I had to get out of my comfort zone and figure out what was going on. "Excuse me, sir. Are we going to Churchill Avenue?"" We are now heading in the opposite direction, girl"His words came to my heart as the sharpest sword, causing me some milliseconds of panic." Well, I just have to call my host mother, and she will tell me what to do", I said to myself." Cecilia, I took the wrong bus and got lost"Barely have I pronounced those words, my battery died. I was completely by myself, and solving that situation depended entirely on me: If I didn't take action, nothing would ever happen." I'm becoming an adult, and adults solve things by themselves. That's what I'm going to do." Then, I asked the bus driver for directions. His advice that the next (and right) Churchill-Byron bus, which I should take, was the last one of the night caused me a mini heart-attack. As soon as I saw a boulevard, I dropped off at the nearest bus stop. Maybe a store was open, and I could ask for help. That was Canada over 9 pm. Of course, no stores were open, but the shot was worthy because, on my way back, I saw a weak light coming from a small grocery store. As I entered it, I saw a guy hurrying up to close the establishment. I'm still trying to figure out if my anxiety made my utterance confusing, or if his troubles with English were bigger than mines, since, after repeatedly explaining my situation, all I heard were mumbling that went from "eh" to "huh?". Our connection was not very effective, and I decided to return to the bus stop. That was my last chance to get back home and I couldn't miss it. Yes, I was afraid. It was dark, nobody was on the streets, and I was insecure, but my desire to get back home strengthened me to overcome any obstacle. Some minutes later, the right bus appeared as, literally, a light at the end of the tunnel. As I boarded it, I felt like 10 tons were being taken off my back... But that was just destiny joking with me. As usual, I drop off at Churchill Avenue, but everything was so dark that I, again, got lost. If I felt dumb? Assuredly. Although everything was apparently against me, giving up was not an option. I was so close to home. I knew that I was. While I was trying to remember the neighborhood street names, so I could better find my path, I saw a police car - my heart popped up. I knew that, if I kept trying, I could go back home by myself, but, with police officers' help, things would be way better. I felt a mix of joy, anxious and nervousness. My fear of talking to strangers didn't even come to my mind - after all, I overcame it. With my heart coming out of my chest, I talked to those two police-officers and explained my situation. They asked if I wanted them to drive me home, and I, with no hesitation and thanking God for sending those guys, said yes. For them, driving me home was part of their duty; for me, a night-saving, showing me that small actions may have a great impact on others. I realized that, despite getting some people worried about me, there is nothing wrong with getting lost: it is part of the game. If it weren't for me taking the wrong path, I wouldn't have overcome my fear of talking to strangers, which was crucial not only to my lectures but also to my personal development: supermarket lines and dining halls became a new world to be explored. Also, challenging myself, risking and persisting shaped my perspective toward my goals, impacting my whole High School experience, and motivating me to found Seed and Skylight Club. After all, if I do nothing, nothing will ever happen.
Alright, moving on... below is my essay. Once upon a time, I was a kid - well, I'm still a kid, at heart, if not physically and biologically counting as one. Once upon a time, I was impulsive, uncaring, inattentive. It characterized much of my school years. It came to characterize my writing. I'd write something, and half-way through, quit. I'd write with no care given to the words used. It wasn't uncommon to see words I didn't even know the definitions of side by side with the incorrect homophones of other words. In the same way, I wrote, I lived. I'd make impulsive decisions, I'd be lackadaisical about carrying through on promises, and if something went wrong, I said "Oh," and moved on, not caring about what I'd just done. Such was my life. Seasons changed, years switched, and the world changed. So did I. Where my writing style had been characterized, by the lack of... well, everything, especially actual effort, this was no longer true. It was now, methodical. Every word laid was building a foundation, every word was examined. Its meaning looked into. And the way it would shape stories predicted. If I didn't like it, the word disappeared faster than anyone the CIA could get rid of. Every sentence would be poked and prodded until I was satisfied it worked. And, if the story didn't work, it was to be tossed and a new one started. Much, in that same way, I approached my life decisions. I became slow, methodical, and patient. Every word, every choice, everything was to be a masterpiece. I'd spend hours crafting a one-page report, days on simple essays, and was capable of spending half-hours on paragraphs. Everything had to be perfect. My expectation for my writing was that it could only be perfect, or it was ultimately trash; I also applied that to my life and actions. I chased perfection; over hills, through woods, into rivers, across oceans, through the skies, and all over mountainsides. Such was my life, chasing an impossible dream. As years have gone by, friends have passed on and new ones made, schools have changed, and the world has become a much different place, so, too, have I changed. My personality has somewhat divorced itself from my writing style. No longer do I desire perfection in my every action. Yet, I still pursue that impossible idea, unwilling to give up, to let go. For when I write, I hope to create the universes, the realities stuck in my mind, to give them some form of record. To put into words the images my brain creates, to make the stories I've designed, real. It can be and has been frustrating, for I've never written anything that is perfect. Despite all this time spent carefully picking my words, and crafting the sentences, the ideal I've gone after eludes me yet. Still, I return to the pen and paper, to the computer, unwilling to quit, knowing if I did, the world's I've created would never see the light of day, that I'd never write the stories I know I want to write.	Alright, moving on... below is my essay. Once upon a time, I was a kid - well, I'm still a kid, at heart, if not physically and biologically counting as one. Once upon a time, I was impulsive, uncaring, inattentive. It characterized much of my school years. It came to characterize my writing. I'd write something, and half-way through, quit. I'd write with no care given to the words used. It wasn't uncommon to see words I didn't even know the definitions of side by side with the incorrect homophones of other words. In the same way, I wrote, I lived. I'd make impulsive decisions, I'd be lackadaisical about carrying through on promises, and if something went wrong, I said "Oh," and moved on, not caring about what I'd just done. Such was my life. Seasons changed, years switched, and the world changed. So did I. Where my writing style had been characterized, by the lack of... well, everything, especially actual effort, this was no longer true. It was now, methodical. Every word laid was building a foundation, every word was examined. Its meaning looked into. And the way it would shape stories predicted. If I didn't like it, the word disappeared faster than anyone the CIA could get rid of. Every sentence would be poked and prodded until I was satisfied it worked. And, if the story didn't work, it was to be tossed and a new one started. Much, in that same way, I approached my life decisions. I became slow, methodical, and patient. Every word, every choice, everything was to be a masterpiece. I'd spend hours crafting a one-page report, days on simple essays, and was capable of spending half-hours on paragraphs. Everything had to be perfect. My expectation for my writing was that it could only be perfect, or it was ultimately trash; I also applied that to my life and actions. I chased perfection; over hills, through woods, into rivers, across oceans, through the skies, and all over mountainsides. Such was my life, chasing an impossible dream. As years have gone by, friends have passed on and new ones made, schools have changed, and the world has become a much different place, so, too, have I changed. My personality has somewhat divorced itself from my writing style. No longer do I desire perfection in my every action. Yet, I still pursue that impossible idea, unwilling to give up, to let go. For when I write, I hope to create the universes, the realities stuck in my mind, to give them some form of record. To put into words the images my brain creates, to make the stories I've designed, real. It can be and has been frustrating, for I've never written anything that is perfect. Despite all this time spent carefully picking my words, and crafting the sentences, the ideal I've gone after eludes me yet. Still, I return to the pen and paper, to the computer, unwilling to quit, knowing if I did, the worlds I've created would never see the light of day, that I'd never write the stories I know I want to write.
I am often asked how growing up as an Indian in Japan has influenced my personality and way of thinking. Anything that impacts someone in small degrees is easy to explain. Having to describe how something that is a constant in one's life has affected them, however, is a profound, mammoth and seemingly impossible task. This is why for a long time, this question has seemed almost unbearable to answer. The first time I registered the disparities in the Japanese and Indian cultures and ethos, I was nine and was visiting India over the summer. After an exhausting nine-hour flight, my family and I were hunting for a cab in the overcrowded and bustling Indira Gandhi Airport in New Delhi. When we found one, my brother and I were startled, if not shocked by the way our taxi driver handled our bags and spoke to our parents. What was worse was, our parents were negotiating the travel fare, arguing back and forth in rapid Hindi with the taxi driver, half the words that were being spoken flying over my unaccustomed head. I was yet to understand why I felt so nervous, uncomfortable, and terrified. We'd come to India so many times before. It was our country, our background; why then did I feel the need to immediately go home to Japan? Of course, in retrospect, I know now that the only reason I felt this way was that my mind and body - conditioned to follow the strict and polite Japanese social norms - were reacting negatively to the sudden cacophony of loud noises and gestures. In Japan, most social cues are based on the ideology of placing a group's needs above oneself's. Through early childhood karate, tennis and swimming lessons with Japanese children, my subconscious was subtly being sculpted towards keeping a large personal bubble, avoiding causing any discomfort to anyone even if they were in the wrong, and remaining polite at all times. The sudden disregard for these 'rules' in India the wiring in my brain to malfunction and triggered all my neurological alarms. Nevertheless, I soldiered on and experienced a summer chock-full of lessons. Amongst playing alley cricket, watching dubbed Hollywood action flicks, learning to cook Indian food, and hopping between nearly twenty cousins' houses, I learned to come to terms with my identity. After many more trips to the subcontinent, culture shock has now ceased to occur in my plane of existence. I can leave home having had a breakfast of paratha and yogurt, eat some onigiri for lunch at school, then go on to gorge on some home-cooked spaghetti after a long day, without blinking an eye at the strangeness of it. I no longer worry about being walked over in India because of a demure demeanor, nor do I have to worry about seeming too brash in the metro in Japan. Both cultures and societies have given me an arsenal of personality traits that I can whip out contingent on the situation I am facing. The silent determination and eye for accuracy taught in Japanese society has helped me excel in researching for debates and Model UN conferences to a T. My capability of garnering the attention of others towards what I have to say - a trait I have acquired through constant bickering with vendors in India - has aided me in my public speaking endeavors as well. What earlier seemed to me to be an 'identity crisis,' has later instilled in me the realization that my background of two almost entirely disparate cultures is beneficial not only for me but also for those I interact with. It is not like flicking a switch that changes my personality; in both Japan and India I am the same person, only my usual disposition is highlighted by the positive aspects of both cultures.	I am often asked how growing up as an Indian in Japan has influenced my personality and way of thinking. Anything that impacts someone in small degrees is easy to explain. Having to describe how something that is a constant in one's life has affected them, however, is a profound, mammoth and seemingly impossible task. This is why for a long time, this question has seemed almost unbearable to answer. The first time I registered the disparities in the Japanese and Indian cultures and ethos, I was nine and was visiting India over the summer. After an exhausting nine-hour flight, my family and I were hunting for a cab in the overcrowded and bustling Indira Gandhi Airport in New Delhi. When we found one, my brother and I were startled, if not shocked by the way our taxi driver handled our bags and spoke to our parents. What was worse was, our parents were negotiating the travel fare, arguing back and forth in rapid Hindi with the taxi driver, half the words that were being spoken flying over my unaccustomed head. I was yet to understand why I felt so nervous, uncomfortable, and terrified. We'd come to India so many times before. It was our country, our background; why then did I feel the need to immediately go home to Japan? Of course, in retrospect, I know now that the only reason I felt this way was that my mind and body - conditioned to follow the strict and polite Japanese social norms - were reacting negatively to the sudden cacophony of loud noises and gestures. In Japan, most social cues are based on the ideology of placing a group's needs above oneself's. Through early childhood karate, tennis and swimming lessons with Japanese children, my subconscious was subtly being sculpted towards keeping a large personal bubble, avoiding causing any discomfort to anyone even if they were in the wrong, and remaining polite at all times. The sudden disregard for these 'rules' in India the wiring in my brain to malfunction and triggered all my neurological alarms. Nevertheless, I soldiered on and experienced a summer chock-full of lessons. Amongst playing alley cricket, watching dubbed Hollywood action flicks, learning to cook Indian food, and hopping between nearly twenty cousins' houses, I learned to come to terms with my identity. After many more trips to the subcontinent, culture shock has now ceased to occur in my plane of existence. I can leave home having had a breakfast of Maratha and yogurt, eat some origin for lunch at school, then go on to gorge on some home-cooked spaghetti after a long day, without blinking an eye at the strangeness of it. I no longer worry about being walked over in India because of a demure demeanor, nor do I have to worry about seeming too brash in the metro in Japan. Both cultures and societies have given me an arsenal of personality traits that I can whip out contingent on the situation I am facing. The silent determination and eye for accuracy taught in Japanese society has helped me excel in researching for debates and Model UN conferences to a T. My capability of garnering the attention of others towards what I have to say - a trait I have acquired through constant bickering with vendors in India - has aided me in my public speaking endeavors as well. What earlier seemed to me to be an 'identity crisis,' has later instilled in me the realization that my background of two almost entirely disparate cultures is beneficial not only for me but also for those I interact with. It is not like flicking a switch that changes my personality; in both Japan and India I am the same person, only my usual disposition is highlighted by the positive aspects of both cultures.
Q) Discuss an accomplishment, event, or realization that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of yourself or others. (650 Words) "We'll be there to support you! It doesn't matter if you have minimal knowledge about this issue" assured the trio of girls, as they tried to convince me to speak at an event on the occasion of Kashmir Day. My reluctance to speak on the Kashmir issue was traced to the lack of interest I always had on the issue. I never bothered to form an opinion about the Kashmir conflict or for that matter any other situation which didn't affect me or my family directly. I spent sixteen years of my life in utter ignorance. A major reason for my ignorance was the fact that I had spent sixteen years of my life in a bubble: My home. The fact that I had friends from more or less same cultural backgrounds, who, like me, were rarely opinionated, made my outlook on life unexamined. I never realized my responsibilities towards society. But reality hit me hard when I went on to attend high school abroad. Mahindra United World College (UWC) provided me an opportunity to participate in dialogues about world issues. UWCs are widely known to bring people from diverse cultures, and socioeconomic backgrounds together; the more I interacted, the more I realized that people there had an opinion on everything. Everyone had their own version of the truth, and they argued hard to defend it. Overwhelmed by the environment at my new school, the urge to go back home was not astonishing. So much so that only after two weeks I decided to pack my bags and was ready to go back to Pakistan. With the help of my kind mentor, though, I got on my feet and realized that there was only one way to battle the situation: To find what I stand for? Once a naive teenager, I had to ask myself what kind of a person I want to be? That is the beauty of an ethnically diverse place, that, it compels you to find your version of truth while not losing your unique identity. Similarly, I didn't have to lose a sense of self to find accord with a Canadian friend, but I had to understand that unlike in Pakistan, for people to drink alcohol in Canada is not uncommon. And I can't declare them wrong because drinking alcohol is a part of their culture. The diversity at UWC not only allowed me to be tolerant toward other cultures, but it widened my horizon to see the world from a different perspective. Even though I haven't found the exact answer to the questions discussed earlier; I know I want to lead a meaningful life which should be of benefit to society and mankind. I want to interact with innumerable people-- people who are different than me, who challenge my ideas and compel me to think critically. I firmly believe that my best teachers are and will be the people who prove me wrong and make me think out of the box. I never knew spending two years of my life at a hilltop in rural Maharashtra would change my outlook on life. From drowning in a pile of deadlines to sharing a bedroom with complete strangers, MUWCI had hit me with full force-- highs were the highest and lows were the lowest. But both extremes taught me that it is completely fine to fail at times, and allowed me to dream big. A friend once said, "you will not find yourself here, you will lose it, to rebuilt a real life--a life of purpose." I don't know whether I will be able to attain a 'purpose' in my life, but I know that this nineteen-year-old is different than that sixteen-year-old who had no motivation and grey hair to do so. UWC education has provided me with the insight and enthusiasm to address Kashmir issue and any other issue which our world is facing today, and I am nothing but thankful to have gone through this life altering journey.	Q) Discuss an accomplishment, event, or realization that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of yourself or others. (650 Words) "We'll be there to support you! It doesn't matter if you have minimal knowledge about this issue" assured the trio of girls, as they tried to convince me to speak at an event on the occasion of Kashmir Day. My reluctance to speak on the Kashmir issue was traced to the lack of interest I always had on the issue. I never bothered to form an opinion about the Kashmir conflict or for that matter any other situation which didn't affect me or my family directly. I spent sixteen years of my life in utter ignorance. A major reason for my ignorance was the fact that I had spent sixteen years of my life in a bubble: My home. The fact that I had friends from more or less same cultural backgrounds, who, like me, were rarely opinionated, made my outlook on life unexamined. I never realized my responsibilities towards society. But reality hit me hard when I went on to attend high school abroad. Mahindra United World College (UWC) provided me an opportunity to participate in dialogues about world issues. UWC are widely known to bring people from diverse cultures, and socioeconomic backgrounds together; the more I interacted, the more I realized that people there had an opinion on everything. Everyone had their own version of the truth, and they argued hard to defend it. Overwhelmed by the environment at my new school, the urge to go back home was not astonishing. So much so that only after two weeks I decided to pack my bags and was ready to go back to Pakistan. With the help of my kind mentor, though, I got on my feet and realized that there was only one way to battle the situation: To find what I stand for? Once a naive teenager, I had to ask myself what kind of person I want to be? That is the beauty of an ethnically diverse place, that, it compels you to find your version of truth while not losing your unique identity. Similarly, I didn't have to lose a sense of self to find accord with a Canadian friend, but I had to understand that unlike in Pakistan, for people to drink alcohol in Canada is not uncommon. And I can't declare them wrong because drinking alcohol is a part of their culture. The diversity at UWC not only allowed me to be tolerant toward other cultures, but it widened my horizon to see the world from a different perspective. Even though I haven't found the exact answer to the questions discussed earlier; I know I want to lead a meaningful life which should be of benefit to society and mankind. I want to interact with innumerable people-- people who are different from me, who challenge my ideas and compel me to think critically. I firmly believe that my best teachers are and will be the people who prove me wrong and make me think out of the box. Furthermore, I never knew spending two years of my life at a hilltop in rural Maharashtra would change my outlook on life. From drowning in a pile of deadlines to sharing a bedroom with complete strangers, MUCH had hit me with full force-- highs were the highest and lows were the lowest. But both extremes taught me that it is completely fine to fail at times, and allowed me to dream big. A friend once said, "you will not find yourself here, you will lose it, to rebuild a real life--a life of purpose." I don't know whether I will be able to attain a 'purpose' in my life, but I know that this nineteen-year-old is different from that sixteen-year-old who had no motivation and gray hair to do so. UWC education has provided me with the insight and enthusiasm to address Kashmir issue and any other issue which our world is facing today, and I am nothing but thankful to have gone through this life altering journey.
My trip to Christalite Methodist Home in year 2013 was a life-defining time for me. This is my first voluntary work I have done. At there, I am being assigned to plan some entertainments programs for the elderlies. Our group has managed to come out with some activities such as ice breaking games, singing and performing for the elderlies. Seeing the elderlies laugh and smile really warms my heart. After that, all of us walk around and chat with the elderlies. The elderly I chatted with is wheelchair bound and suffer from dementia. We had a very pleasant conversation and I felt that I have learnt a lot of things from him. Just when I was about to leave, he told me that he was grateful to all of us for spending so much effort to plan all those programs for them. After this event, I have learn how such a simple action could make the biggest difference in another journey. Now, whenever I have time in the weekend, I will be going to different places to help out those in need. When I am in secondary school, my results has not been great. I was eventually posted to the last express class when I was in secondary 3. I told myself that I have to buck up and work hard so that I would not disappoint my parents again. I have received Academic Achievement Awards (2012) for being the top 25% in academic performance and good conduct in school. When I was in Polytechnic, I have taken Diploma Plus in Advanced Computing Mathematics and obtained best performance in modules such as Enterprise Resource Planning and Enterprise Business Processes.	My trip to Christa lite Methodist Home in year 2013 was a life-defining time for me. This is my first voluntary work I have done. At there, I am being assigned to plan some entertainments programs for the elderlies. Our group has managed to come out with some activities such as ice breaking games, singing and performing for the elderlies. Seeing the elderlies laugh and smile really warms my heart. After that, all of us walk around and chat with the elderlies. The elderly I chatted with is wheelchair bound and suffer from dementia. We had a very pleasant conversation and I felt that I have learned a lot of things from him. Just when I was about to leave, he told me that he was grateful to all of us for spending so much effort to plan all those programs for them. After this event, I have learned how such a simple action could make the biggest difference in another journey. Now, whenever I have time in the weekend, I will be going to different places to help out those in need. When I am in secondary school, my results has not been great. I was eventually posted to the last express class when I was in secondary 3. I told myself that I have to buck up and work hard so that I would not disappoint my parents again. Furthermore, I have received Academic Achievement Awards (2012) for being the top 25% in academic performance and good conduct in school. When I was in Polytechnic, I have taken Diploma Plus in Advanced Computing Mathematics and obtained the best performance in modules such as Enterprise Resource Planning and Enterprise Business Processes.
I honestly do not remember the first time I learned about Rice University. As a born and raised Houstonian, it was a place I seemed to always know as a world-class institution. Rice has always offered exquisite professors that are accessible. This allows for opportunities to get involved in undergraduate research in institutes like Rice 360°. This also allows for me to also become educated in areas outside of my major. Also, since it is a top-ranking school, it would offer the best peers. These peers would be innovative and collaborating with them would allow me to grow and motivate me to constantly strive for perfection. Through this collaboration and programs such as the Center for Civic Leadership, I will be able to get leadership experience that is essential for any future career I have. A few years ago, my mom started having extreme levels of high blood pressure. To discover what the problem was, she went to a cardiologist, Dr. Mehdi Razavi. With his help, they were able to fix her health problems and let her live a better life. This gave me faith in the Texas Medical Center, where Dr. Razavi works. He also has a role in Rice as the Adjunct Associate Professor of Bioengineering. Knowing Rice has experts like Dr. Razavi and since Rice is seemingly next door to the Medical Center, going to Rice would allow access to masterful professors and opportunities to volunteer in the medical field. A few years ago, my grandfather shot himself. It was a suicide attempt. Sadly, it ended up being successful. Although some may view this way of dying as "shameful", I view it as everything but that. A few weeks before his death, my grandfather had a stroke. He was alone, but was able to recognize the signs of the stroke and call an ambulance. (I plan to explain how this instance created a fear in him that will later made him want to end his life so his life doesn't end without him being able to choose for it to end) From this experience, I have formed a new way of viewing my life. Since I am young, I (hopefully) have a long time left with it. However, in the end, every choice we make will lead to the same place: death. Since it is inevitable, why waste time living life in a way you don't want to when you can choose to live in a way you enjoy. This was one idea that my grandfather held deeply; it was even what led him to his death. He didn't want his life to be out of his hands and in the hands of whatever illness or danger he would face next, therefore he took the initiative to plan how he wanted to live his life-even to the very end. I have learned from him to take the initiative and to try and make my life as best as it can be; live life to the fullest. And this is actually one of the reasons why I want to go to Rice: the university will allow me to get the best education I can receive. Getting into Rice will allow me to apply my life perspective, taking life into my own hands and doing the best I can with it. Why waste a day when we mortals only have so many to begin with? I will live my life in the best way I can and will try to improve the lives of others as well. For the second response, I feel like as of right now it is a bit scattered. I haven't finish explaining the paragraph explaining why my grandfather did it, but other than that, do you see anything that needs to be addedfixed to make it flow together in a better way? Also, I feel like the last paragraph is a bit odd sounding too.	I honestly do not remember the first time I learned about Rice University. As a born and raised Houstonian, it was a place I seemed to always know as a world-class institution. Rice has always offered exquisite professors that are accessible. This allows for opportunities to get involved in undergraduate research in institutes like Rice 360°. This also allows for me to also become educated in areas outside my major. Also, since it is a top-ranking school, it would offer the best peers. These peers would be innovative and collaborating with them would allow me to grow and motivate me to constantly strive for perfection. Through this collaboration and programs such as the Center for Civic Leadership, I will be able to get leadership experience that is essential for any future career I have. A few years ago, my mom started having extreme levels of high blood pressure. To discover what the problem was, she went to a cardiologist, Dr. Mehdi Ravi. With his help, they were able to fix her health problems and let her live a better life. This gave me faith in the Texas Medical Center, where Dr. Ravi works. He also has a role in Rice as the Adjunct Associate Professor of Bioengineering. Knowing Rice has experts like Dr. Ravi and since Rice is seemingly next door to the Medical Center, going to Rice would allow access to masterful professors and opportunities to volunteer in the medical field. A few years ago, my grandfather shot himself. It was a suicide attempt. Sadly, it ended up being successful. Although some may view this way of dying as "shameful", I view it as everything but that. A few weeks before his death, my grandfather had a stroke. He was alone, but was able to recognize the signs of the stroke and call an ambulance. (I plan to explain how this instance created a fear in him that will later make him want to end his life, so his life doesn't end without him being able to choose for it to end) From this experience, I have formed a new way of viewing my life. Since I am young, I (hopefully) have a long time left with it. However, in the end, every choice we make will lead to the same place: death. Since it is inevitable, why waste time living life in a way you don't want to when you can choose to live in a way you enjoy. This was one idea that my grandfather held deeply; it was even what led him to his death. He didn't want his life to be out of his hands and in the hands of whatever illness or danger he would face next, therefore he took the initiative to plan how he wanted to live his life-even to the very end. I have learned from him to take the initiative and to try and make my life as good as it can be; live life to the fullest. And this is actually one of the reasons why I want to go to Rice: the university will allow me to get the best education I can receive. Getting into Rice will allow me to apply my life perspective, taking life into my own hands and doing the best I can with it. Why waste a day when we mortals only have so many to begin with? I will live my life in the best way I can and will try to improve the lives of others as well. For the second response, I feel like as of right now it is a bit scattered. I haven't finish explaining the paragraph explaining why my grandfather did it, but other than that, do you see anything that needs to be added fixed to make it flow together in a better way? Also, I feel like the last paragraph is a bit odd sounding too.
"But the Lord said to Samuel, 'Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, ....... For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart." 1 Samuel 16:7 My full name is Oben-Achale Nathan Etta, however, from elementary, to middle school and even part of my high school years, I was embarrassed of my first name Oben-Achale, so I would switch my name to fit what was a "normal American" name and tell people my full names were Nathan Etta, totally omitting my first name. Often at restaurants such as Starbucks that ask for your name along with your order, I would ignore my real first name. When I was born, my parents each had first names that they wanted to give to me. Based on my parents' culture, my dad won and got to give me Oben-Achale as my first name, and Nathan, the name my mother wanted, became my middle name. Unbeknownst to my parents, Oben-Achale Nathan Etta were not the only names that I was given. Many other of negative names have been offered to me over the years either because of my taste in music, my character traits, my choice of dressing or even because some find me to be a passionate Christian. I remember, when I moved from California to Texas at the age of 12, the students at my new school even took it upon themselves to define my sexuality themselves and label me gay. I became significantly more self-conscious after this, making sure to hide or switch the music I loved listening to whenever someone would walk past me in the halls. For a very long time, I refused to allow myself to be different from those around me, believing that validity from others is what defines one's worth. Also, growing up with amazing parents who are both hard working, strong in faith, smart, loving, kind, and both were in the top of their class in college kind of puts pressure on me to strive to be just like them and to be better than them when as I grow older. The pressure from home and school made me wish I was someone else. I would envy anyone and everyone. Trying to change myself to fit a "perfect" image. Fortunately, as the years have passed, I have been getting stronger in my Christian faith, and have come to realize that I will never be perfect and I am not defined by the names my peers call me. Past insecurities concerning my first name and trying to be perfect sometimes still comes to my memory, but I am able to overcome it because I am no longer embarrassed by my name or who I am. Memories of past insecurities are a reminder of who I don't want to be. I was a person I didn't like. I hated being me because I didn't meet the insanely high standards I had set for myself. I would change myself, becoming a new person everyday, never showcasing who I was, not walking in the truth of who I was because I was afraid of what people would think of me. I was afraid of being judged, but now I am happy just being fully me, not compromising believes to be what the world sees me as, but what I want for myself. In life, in order to be successful, change and growth are vital steps, so in light of administering change, I decided to feed my spirit with "the bread of life," which is the word of God. When I read Deuteronomy 31:6, which talks about how God's love gives us the strength to be carefree and fearless, a wave of comfort seemed to cover me instantly. As I've been changing, I have began to love who I am, no longer am I afraid to be myself. To be afraid of who I am is to be afraid of God's love, and I was tired of being afraid so I decided to accept God's total and complete love. This revelation has helped me reach my full potential in every aspect of my life. For certain, there are still a few areas that I am slowly by surely becoming freer expressing, and some that I still haven't reached my full potential in, but everyday I am changing and becoming a person that I love. As I become the person God made me to be, not ashamed of who I am, but fully unapologetic about who he wants me to be, I take steps daily towards falling in love with Oben-Achale Nathan Etta.	"But the Lord said to Samuel, 'Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, ....... For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart." 1 Samuel 16:7 My full name is Oben-Achale Nathan Etta, however, from elementary, to middle school and even part of my high school years, I was embarrassed of my first name Oben-Achale, so I would switch my name to fit what was a "normal American" name and tell people my full names were Nathan Etta, totally omitting my first name. Often at restaurants such as Starbucks that ask for your name along with your order, I would ignore my real first name. When I was born, my parents each had first names that they wanted to give to me. Based on my parents' culture, my dad won and got to give me Oben-Achale as my first name, and Nathan, the name my mother wanted, became my middle name. Unbeknownst to my parents, Oben-Achale Nathan Etta were not the only names that I was given. Many others of negative names have been offered to me over the years either because of my taste in music, my character traits, my choice of dressing or even because some find me to be a passionate Christian. I remember, when I moved from California to Texas at the age of 12, the students at my new school even took it upon themselves to define my sexuality themselves and label me gay. I became significantly more self-conscious after this, making sure to hide or switch the music I loved listening to whenever someone would walk past me in the halls. For a very long time, I refused to allow myself to be different from those around me, believing that validity from others is what defines one's worth. Also, growing up with amazing parents who are both hardworking, strong in faith, smart, loving, kind, and both were in the top of their class in college kind of puts pressure on me to strive to be just like them and to be better than them when as I grow older. The pressure from home and school made me wish I was someone else. I would envy anyone and everyone. Trying to change myself to fit a "perfect" image. Fortunately, as the years have passed, I have been getting stronger in my Christian faith, and have come to realize that I will never be perfect, and I am not defined by the names my peers call me. Past insecurities concerning my first name and trying to be perfect sometimes still comes to my memory, but I am able to overcome it because I am no longer embarrassed by my name or who I am. Memories of past insecurities are a reminder of whom I don't want to be. I was a person I didn't like. I hated being me because I didn't meet the insanely high standards I had set for myself. Furthermore, I would change myself, becoming a new person every day, never showcasing who I was, not walking in the truth of who I was because I was afraid of what people would think of me. Furthermore, I was afraid of being judged, but now I am happy just being fully me, not compromising believes to be what the world sees me as, but what I want for myself. In life, in order to be successful, change and growth are vital steps, so in light of administering change, I decided to feed my spirit with "the bread of life," which is the word of God. When I read Deuteronomy 31:6, which talks about how God's love gives us the strength to be carefree and fearless, a wave of comfort seemed to cover me instantly. As I've been changing, I have begun to love who I am, no longer am I afraid to be myself. To be afraid of who I am is to be afraid of God's love, and I was tired of being afraid, so I decided to accept God's total and complete love. This revelation has helped me reach my full potential in every aspect of my life. For certain, there are still a few areas that I am slowly by surely becoming freer expressing, and some that I still haven't reached my full potential in, but everyday I am changing and becoming a person that I love. As I become the person God made me to be, not ashamed of who I am, but fully unapologetic about whom he wants me to be, I take steps daily towards falling in love with Oben-Achale Nathan Etta.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------engineering admission essay According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, computer science careers are projected to grow 12 percent through 2024. This is because technology is often evolving therefore generating more tech-related jobs. As a child I thoroughly enjoyed exploring technological gadgets such as iPhones, iPads, Macs, etc.. My brother, who will graduate this upcoming summer with a bachelor's degree in computer science, played a vital role in influencing me to pursue a career in the field of engineering, which includes computer science; as a result, I now plan to acquire a bachelor's degree at Texas A&M university and then apply for an entry-level job as a game developer. Throughout my childhood years, I frequently found myself exploring different types of computer modifications which could then be applied to video games. My brother and I spent much time together modifying several computer games. One day, it came to my mind how these specific mods were produced. After many days of researching, I came to the conclusion that if I wanted to be able to modify certain video game software, then I must possess superior computer programming skills. My brother, who was a high school senior at the time, laboriously became involved in learning certain computer programming languages, such as Java. Learning different languages of code with my brother was such a memorable, indelible experience for me. It was that day when I realized that I wanted to become a computer scientist. I strongly believe that a career in computer science will open up many doors for me, such as being able to work as a game developer, web developer, or cyber security engineer. I acknowledge that this specific career can be quite difficult, but I also acknowledge that this rewarding career will provide me with much satisfaction. I have no doubt in my mind that obtaining a bachelor's degree in computer science from a prestigious university like Texas A&M will put me in the best position possible to reach my goals.	----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------engineering admission essay According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, computer science careers are projected to grow 12 percent through 2024. This is because technology is often evolving therefore generating more tech-related jobs. As a child I thoroughly enjoyed exploring technological gadgets such as iPhones, iPads, Macs, etc. My brother, who will graduate this upcoming summer with a bachelor's degree in computer science, played a vital role in influencing me to pursue a career in the field of engineering, which includes computer science; as a result, I now plan to acquire a bachelor's degree at Texas Camp;M university and then apply for an entry-level job as a game developer. Throughout my childhood years, I frequently found myself exploring different types of computer modifications which could then be applied to video games. My brother and I spent much time together modifying several computer games. One day, it came to my mind how these specific mods were produced. After many days of researching, I came to the conclusion that if I wanted to be able to modify certain video game software, then I must possess superior computer programming skills. My brother, who was a high school senior at the time, laboriously became involved in learning certain computer programming languages, such as Java. Learning different languages of code with my brother was such a memorable, indelible experience for me. It was that day when I realized that I wanted to become a computer scientist. I strongly believe that a career in computer science will open up many doors for me, such as being able to work as a game developer, web developer, or cybersecurity engineer. I acknowledge that this specific career can be quite difficult, but I also acknowledge that this rewarding career will provide me with much satisfaction. Furthermore, I have no doubt in my mind that obtaining a bachelor's degree in computer science from a prestigious university like Texas Camp;M will put me in the best position possible to reach my goals.
I am in need of help with evaluating the content of this college essay as I hope to transfer to UNCW but am unsure if this essay both shows who I am, why UNCW is perfect for me, and if it can stand out. Its only 438600 words so I feel I can expand it but not sure what, everything else just feels too unoriginal -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------PROMPT: Reflecting on your personal and educational goals, please write about how you believe UNCW will allow you to grow as a student and as a person -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------my home away from home If you ever hear the joke song, "99 Little Bugs in the Code", they mean it when that ninety-nine becomes a one-hundred and twenty-seven. During my time at Wake Technical Community College, I did not know I enjoyed programming like I do now until my final project from Game Development came around. The project required one hundred percent group work to get the project ready for presentation in the ten weeks allotted and somehow, we pulled it off despite the many setbacks from random bugs and reworks to how things were programmed. After presentation of our project was over we had a post-mortem and it was there I evaluated that even though it was a pain and every day felt like crunch time, I knew I loved to program despite the hardships it can present both as a team being treated like a company, and just what occurs in programming. With all that I decided that I want to pursue a bachelorette, possibly even a master in computer science at University of North Carolina Wilmington. The computer Science program at the university would be a perfect place for me to put, both my passion and knowledge, to the test and expand it with the experience-based learning environment it provides. Even being able to work towards joining the M.S. program for computer science would be a huge step to eventually obtaining my dream job as a lead engineer at Valve as it provides a learning environment that passes knowledge from the real world onto prospective future leads in computer science fields. Being able to interact and share ideas is as important in a computer science field as it is in college so it would offer the perfect environment to expand and share my knowledge just as the university program does to help aid in expanding and sharing knowledge with me. Aside from an awesome Computer Science program, I love the area and the community I could meet so far. When visiting family, there is this card shop near the university and every time I've gone so far has been an enjoyable experience with the people there. There are plenty of college students that play Magic so it even gives me the opportunity to experience some of what it's like to be around students that goes to the university. I feel that UNC Wilmington would be one of the best places to advance and finish my academic studies in computer science. So, I ask you, the committee, will you let me make your university my home away from home and be a part of its amazing community and academic program?	I am in need of help with evaluating the content of this college essay as I hope to transfer to UNC but am unsure if this essay both shows who I am, why UNC is perfect for me, and if it can stand out. Its only 438600 words, so I feel I can expand it but not sure what, everything else just feels too unoriginal -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------PROMPT: Reflecting on your personal and educational goals, please write about how you believe UNC will allow you to grow as a student and as a person -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------my home away from home If you ever hear the joke song, "99 Little Bugs in the Code", they mean it when that ninety-nine becomes a one-hundred and twenty-seven. During my time at Wake Technical Community College, I did not know I enjoyed programming like I do now until my final project from Game Development came around. The project required one hundred percent group work to get the project ready for presentation in the ten weeks allotted and somehow, we pulled it off despite the many setbacks from random bugs and reworks to how things were programmed. After presentation of our project was over we had a postmortem, and it was there I evaluated that even though it was a pain and every day felt like crunch time, I knew I loved to program despite the hardships it can present both as a team being treated like a company, and just what occurs in programming. With all that I decided that I want to pursue a bachelorette, possibly even a master in computer science at University of North Carolina Wilmington. The computer Science program at the university would be a perfect place for me to put, both my passion and knowledge, to the test and expand it with the experience-based learning environment it provides. Even being able to work towards joining the M.S. program for computer science would be a huge step to eventually obtaining my dream job as a lead engineer at Valve as it provides a learning environment that passes knowledge from the real world onto prospective future leads in computer science fields. Being able to interact and share ideas is as important in a computer science field as it is in college, so it would offer the perfect environment to expand and share my knowledge just as the university program does to help aid in expanding and sharing knowledge with me. Aside from an awesome Computer Science program, I love the area and the community I could meet so far. When visiting family, there is this card shop near the university and every time I've gone so far has been an enjoyable experience with the people there. There are plenty of college students that play Magic, so it even gives me the opportunity to experience some of what it's like to be around students that goes to the university. I feel that UNC Wilmington would be one of the best places to advance and finish my academic studies in computer science. So, I ask you, the committee, will you let me make your university my home away from home and be a part of its amazing community and academic program?
I love food, plain food. Unlike most people who prefer salad with dressings, I believe salad dressings are merely what spoil the original flavor of simple mixed vegetables. From me, the dipping sauce station in any hot pot restaurant gets no attention, and steak sauce is totally unnecessary. And for me, boiled vegetables without any seasonings best satisfy my taste buds. People call my taste "bland" or "boring" but I disagree. I love the natural, simple flavors of food. I actually think over-seasoned food is bland and boring. In doing so, the original flavors are masked, becoming identical. And once people become used to heavily seasoned food, these original flavors will seem too insipid for them to sense and appreciate. A lot of people approach life in this way. They want to mask raw, unrefined experience and prefer to use others' over-interpreted experiences to understand their own. But in doing so their experience of life is limited. They end up creating a uniformity that they are then unable to break out of. I welcome original flavors. Bland as they may seem, they in fact preserve the precious inherent diversity of food that is well worth appreciating. By tasting the original flavors, I reach directly into the real natural simplicity which the food is born with. In my life, I want to open myself up to new experiences so as to show myself real and multiple perspectives, sweet or sour, fresh or bitter, without any masks.	I love food, plain food. Unlike most people who prefer salad with dressings, I believe salad dressings are merely what spoil the original flavor of simple mixed vegetables. From me, the dipping sauce station in any hot pot restaurant gets no attention, and steak sauce is totally unnecessary. And for me, boiled vegetables without any seasonings best satisfy my taste buds. People call my taste "bland" or "boring" but I disagree. I love the natural, simple flavors of food. I actually think over-seasoned food is bland and boring. In doing so, the original flavors are masked, becoming identical. And once people become used to heavily seasoned food, these original flavors will seem too insipid for them to sense and appreciate. A lot of people approach life in this way. They want to mask raw, unrefined experience and prefer to use others' over-interpreted experiences to understand their own. But in doing so their experience of life is limited. They end up creating a uniformity that they are then unable to break out of. I welcome original flavors. Bland as they may seem, they in fact preserve the precious inherent diversity of food that is well worth appreciating. By tasting the original flavors, I reach directly into the real natural simplicity which the food is born with. In my life, I want to open myself up to new experiences to show myself real and multiple perspectives, sweet or sour, fresh or bitter, without any masks.
Hopelessness, frustration, and failure, the weight of all of these things mix into a concoction much too heavy to carry on anyone's shoulders-especially for a weak seven year-old whose dreams and desires crush easily with a bruised elbow and a hard fall. Perseverance, a much too big and scary word for a child to pronounce, illuminates over my head as I attempt to tame the unruly beast once more. This weight of failure gets left behind as I, on my blue and white new bike that I just got for Easter the weekend before, speed off unsteadily down the street, meeting success at the end, ultimately slaying the beast and achieving my goal. It's evident through my various bruises and scrapes that failure had hit me hard, and that an onlooker would comment that my attempts are just too numerous to show any real progress. However, in the end, my failures ultimately teach me that only through perseverance and hard work will I then achieve success. On Sunday, April the 16th, 2006 I awake to little chocolate eggs scattered around my room, and birds singing a light tune, perhaps an omen that today will be the start of a new adventure. My body oddly tingles with feelings of fear, nervousness, and excitement; the crucial components of a battle, although I had yet to admit to this. I enter the kitchen; the tension now like building blocks rising within me. My eyes still encrusted with tiredness and sleep spring wide open as they land on a strange, shiny, blue beast. "Are you up for the challenge?" My mother asks me. It had been one of my very first dreams as a child; to learn how to ride a bike and show off to others my success in it. But still, the word "challenge" did not affect my excitement or joy, for it was something that a seven-year-old child could easily disregard. My expectation and excitement the days leading up to the day of the bike lessons grows enormously within my small body, like a pot of water boiling, only two seconds away from spilling over and causing a disaster for anyone around. A vision of me racing down the street on my new bike like a tiger going after its prey plays in my head during the hours leading up to the last school bell of the day, when finally there is only so little time between me and this new equipment. This vision of mine is brimming with joy and ease, no hint of hard work or failure. I stand stiffly in all my armour in the early sunny morning of a Saturday, the birds singing an ominous song that suggests of the brutal day ahead. I mount the bike with little confidence, oblivious to my incoming introduction to the world of effort. My mother holds me steady, my hands foreign-looking on the crisp white handlebars, my rear in an uncomfortable new position; this is a challenge in itself. My mother starts to push, and off I go. My body having no prior skill or strength to tame the beast allows for my fall to be easily predictable-I gain my first bruise, the beast has fought back. Confusion wracks my body, my perfect vision now vanishing like fog on an early morning. Countless attempts after attempt only add to the growing realisation that my dreams are just too far to reach-hopelessness builds up inside me after every passing scrape and bruise, suffocating me with its weight. I push through my damaged ego, and try again, but I once again meet with icy unforgiving road, the road of hard work. The tears finally pour out like a dam exploding open to give way to the powerfully gushing water that washes away any last hope of saviour. This task that appears impossible to achieve causes me to surrender, and retreat into my bedroom to nurse my wounds. Alone in my room, I fight with the idea that turning this dream into reality is just not plausible when Justina strolls in. I hide my tear-stained face, ashamed that I had failed to reach my seemingly easy expectations and possibly her own. The beast had won the battle; I have waved my little white flag and uttered my defeat. "Don't cry sister; it's okay". The gashes left by the beast's strong and unforgiving claws increasingly ache with pain and oddly some fear. She tries again, "look, I got a bruise from falling off my bike yesterday." Curiosity causes me to look up, big eyes taking in the injury. "But you already know how to ride your bike" I whisper out, my body still drained of some unknown supply. "Exactly, I know how to ride my bike, but I still fall, all the time. Everyone does, even if you're such a good rider that you can ride hands-free. All you got to do is get back up and try again, even harder though. You can do that, can't you?" The next day dawns a day full of newfound strength and motivation; the battle will begin again, and failure and defeat is not an option. Justina stands by my side, aiding me with her strength and determination as well. I arrange myself comfortably on the bike once more; now familiar with the feel and structure of it. She lets go, and I fall, yet this time I expect it. Without this keeping me down for long and her belief in providing me with the drive I need, I get right back up. I am determined to tame this beast, even if it's the last thing I do. Yet, the beast is angry. It struggles back with strength and power, not giving into an easy defeat. She lets go once more, and I pedal; I put forth my effort and determination and the beast cowers. I feel the grooves of the bike working, discovering a newfound series of movements that supplies the foundation of the ride. I am finally riding the bike, be it 6 seconds, yet this little success unveils a grander more promising future of achievement for me. I try again, harder though and I reach my peak once more, yes, apparently I can do that. I pump my legs; the intensity burning my small calves, the beast is losing its strength, finally giving way to defeat and my long overdue victory. I preserved through the pain, the scrapes, and the bruised ego. I encountered effort, and I am finally full of hope and possibility once more. With wind rushing through my hair, and my small hands gripping the bars, I ride the bike to the end of the road, feeling liberated with success. I race past my falls, failures, fears, and lost hopes and I am suddenly exploring a world full of pride and achievement. I did it; I learned how to ride my bike, and I now stand alone, basking in the glory of it. I reach the end of the street, a gushing smile on my perfectly round face. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Justina hollers down. No, it wasn't. My small failures and falls have merely been stepping stones to something greater, something that I wasn't able to see when I was lying on the cold hard ground of frustration and hopelessness, something that I had to work for and preserve through hard times to reach. I return to Justina, now riding the bike with more confidence. I feel lighter and giddy, like a child experiencing their first Christmas morning. What I first perceived as impossible and just too far out of reach, is now a medallion that I wear proudly on my chest. My scrapes and bruises showcase my determination and success required in this long, hard battle. With the beast successfully slain I retire my weapons and armoury as I lie in bed later that night recalling the day's events. Was it easy? No. Did I fail? Numerous times. However, did I ever give up? No. My countless attempts and newfound effort cleared the way for a new realisation to grow; if I try hard enough, and keep pushing, I will reach my goal. This new awareness has now produced a new concoction, one full of ambition, hope, and success, and the weight of this invaluable gift is like air, weightless. This gift awards me the pleasure to say "I beat the beast. I fought through the war of failure and pity. I've reached success through my own hard work, and perseverance was the weapon I wielded to win it." It's evident now that getting up once I've fallen, and that preserving and showing hard work through the tiring journey, allowed failure to create a sweet ending, one called success.	Hopelessness, frustration, and failure, the weight of all of these things mix into a concoction much too heavy to carry on anyone's shoulders-especially for a weak seven year-old whose dreams and desires crush easily with a bruised elbow and a hard fall. Perseverance, a much too big and scary word for a child to pronounce, illuminates over my head as I attempt to tame the unruly beast once more. This weight of failure gets left behind as I, on my blue and white new bike that I just got for Easter the weekend before, speed off unsteadily down the street, meeting success at the end, ultimately slaying the beast and achieving my goal. It's evident through my various bruises and scrapes that failure had hit me hard, and that an onlooker would comment that my attempts are just too numerous to show any real progress. However, in the end, my failures ultimately teach me that only through perseverance and hard work will I then achieve success. On Sunday, April the 16th, 2006 I awake to little chocolate eggs scattered around my room, and birds singing a light tune, perhaps an omen that today will be the start of a new adventure. My body oddly tingles with feelings of fear, nervousness, and excitement; the crucial components of a battle, although I had yet to admit to this. I enter the kitchen; the tension now like building blocks rising within me. My eyes still encrusted with tiredness and sleep spring wide open as they land on a strange, shiny, blue beast. "Are you up for the challenge?" My mother asks me. It had been one of my very first dreams as a child; to learn how to ride a bike and show off to others my success in it. But still, the word "challenge" did not affect my excitement or joy, for it was something that a seven-year-old child could easily disregard. My expectation and excitement the days leading up to the day of the bike lessons grows enormously within my small body, like a pot of water boiling, only two seconds away from spilling over and causing a disaster for anyone around. A vision of me racing down the street on my new bike like a tiger going after its prey plays in my head during the hours leading up to the last school bell of the day, when finally there is only so little time between me and this new equipment. This vision of mine is brimming with joy and ease, no hint of hard work or failure. I stand stiffly in all my armor in the early sunny morning of a Saturday, the birds singing an ominous song that suggests of the brutal day ahead. I mount the bike with little confidence, oblivious to my incoming introduction to the world of effort. My mother holds me steady, my hands foreign-looking on the crisp white handlebars, my rear in an uncomfortable new position; this is a challenge in itself. My mother starts to push, and off I go. My body having no prior skill or strength to tame the beast allows for my fall to be easily predictable-I gain my first bruise, the beast has fought back. Confusion wracks my body, my perfect vision now vanishing like fog on an early morning. Countless attempts after attempt only add to the growing realization that my dreams are just too far to reach-hopelessness builds up inside me after every passing scrape and bruise, suffocating me with its weight. I push through my damaged ego, and try again, but I once again meet with icy unforgiving road, the road of hard work. The tears finally pour out like a dam exploding open to give way to the powerfully gushing water that washes away any last hope of savior. This task that appears impossible to achieve causes me to surrender, and retreat into my bedroom to nurse my wounds. Alone in my room, I fight with the idea that turning this dream into reality is just not plausible when Justina strolls in. I hide my tear-stained face, ashamed that I had failed to reach my seemingly easy expectations and possibly her own. The beast had won the battle; I have waved my little white flag and uttered my defeat. "Don't cry sister; it's okay". The gashes left by the beast's strong and unforgiving claws increasingly ache with pain and oddly some fear. She tries again, "look, I got a bruise from falling off my bike yesterday." Curiosity causes me to look up, big eyes taking in the injury. "But you already know how to ride your bike" I whisper out, my body still drained of some unknown supply. "Exactly, I know how to ride my bike, but I still fall, all the time. Everyone does, even if you're such a good rider that you can ride hands-free. All you got to do is get back up and try again, even harder though. You can do that, can't you?" The next day dawns a day full of newfound strength and motivation; the battle will begin again, and failure and defeat is not an option. Justina stands by my side, aiding me with her strength and determination as well. I arrange myself comfortably on the bike once more; now familiar with the feel and structure of it. She lets go, and I fall, yet this time I expect it. Without this keeping me down for long and her belief in providing me with the drive I need, I get right back up. I am determined to tame this beast, even if it's the last thing I do. Yet, the beast is angry. It struggles back with strength and power, not giving into an easy defeat. She lets go once more, and I pedal; I put forth my effort and determination and the beast cowers. I feel the grooves of the bike working, discovering a newfound series of movements that supplies the foundation of the ride. I am finally riding the bike, be it 6 seconds, yet this little success unveils a grander more promising future of achievement for me. Furthermore, I try again, harder though, and I reach my peak once more, yes, apparently I can do that. Furthermore, I pump my legs; the intensity burning my small calves, the beast is losing its strength, finally giving way to defeat and my long overdue victory. Furthermore, I preserved through the pain, the scrapes, and the bruised ego. Furthermore, I encountered effort, and I am finally full of hope and possibility once more. With wind rushing through my hair, and my small hands gripping the bars, I ride the bike to the end of the road, feeling liberated with success. I race past my falls, failures, fears, and lost hopes, and I am suddenly exploring a world full of pride and achievement. I did it; I learned how to ride my bike, and I now stand alone, basking in the glory of it. Furthermore, I reach the end of the street, a gushing smile on my perfectly round face. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Justina hollers down. No, it wasn't. My small failures and falls have merely been stepping stones to something greater, something that I wasn't able to see when I was lying on the cold hard ground of frustration and hopelessness, something that I had to work for and preserve through hard times to reach. I return to Justina, now riding the bike with more confidence. I feel lighter and giddy, like a child experiencing their first Christmas morning. What I first perceived as impossible and just too far out of reach, is now a medallion that I wear proudly on my chest. My scrapes and bruises showcase my determination and success required in this long, hard battle. With the beast successfully slain I retire my weapons and armory as I lie in bed later that night recalling the day's events. Was it easy? No. Did I fail? Numerous times. However, did I ever give up? No. My countless attempts and newfound effort cleared the way for a new realization to grow; if I try hard enough, and keep pushing, I will reach my goal. This new awareness has now produced a new concoction, one full of ambition, hope, and success, and the weight of this invaluable gift is like air, weightless. This gift awards me the pleasure to say "I beat the beast. I fought through the war of failure and pity. I've reached success through my own hard work, and perseverance was the weapon I wielded to win it." It's evident now that getting up once I've fallen, and that preserving and showing hard work through the tiring journey, allowed failure to create a sweet ending, one called success.
"Out of hundreds of thousands of careers out there, it is really hard to pick just one. As a child, I wanted to be an astronaut, an astrophysicist, a water-park ride tester, a DJ and many other. But if I have to boil them down to just one, I would undoubtedly choose to become a Computer Scientist; diving further more into being a Game Designer and a cyber counter-terrorist. These two programs are something I am really passionate about. There are three reason I would choose these as my dream job: Firstly, since my childhood, I've always had a really vivid imagination. I would generally come up with unusual ideas while doing something totally unrelated to that subject; though most of them are inspired by the people around me. I remember this time when I asked my dad what does the top side of the pen writes? He asked to bring a paper to test the theory out. As I started writing normally, holding the pen upside-down, meanwhile my dad hovered the paper right before the nib, the mystery unstrung itself. We had discovered a way to write backwards (similar to Leonardo da Vinci's mirror writing). Secondly, since both the jobs require a hardcore grasp on the programming languages, this is where my monomania for coding comes into the play. I do not have to mug up syntaxes or methods, rather they just come naturally to me. Even before I get done reading a questions in my AP Computer Science A class, at the back of my mind, I am already thinking about how to program this question. During my breaks, I would go on a website called Project Euler and solve challenging mathematicalcomputer programming problems. Last but not the least, the joy, the happiness, and the jubilation I get from finally getting the answer to the question is just something I can't describe in words; it's a feeling out of this world. To sum up my passion for coding, I chose these jobs as my dream job because this is something will not have to work for but instead this is something I live for."	"Out of hundreds of thousands of careers out there, it is really hard to pick just one. As a child, I wanted to be an astronaut, an astrophysicist, a water-park ride tester, a DJ and many others. But if I have to boil them down to just one, I would undoubtedly choose to become a Computer Scientist; diving further more into being a Game Designer and a cyber counter-terrorist. These two programs are something I am really passionate about. There are three reason I would choose these as my dream job: Firstly, since my childhood, I've always had a really vivid imagination. I would generally come up with unusual ideas while doing something totally unrelated to that subject; though most of them are inspired by the people around me. I remember this time when I asked my dad what does the top side of the pen writes? He asked to bring a paper to test the theory out. As I started writing normally, holding the pen upside-down, meanwhile my dad hovered the paper right before the nib, the mystery unstrung itself. We had discovered a way to write backwards (similar to Leonardo da Vinci's mirror writing). Secondly, since both the jobs require a hardcore grasp on the programming languages, this is where my monomania for coding comes into the play. I do not have to mug up syntaxes or methods, rather they just come naturally to me. Even before I get done reading a question in my AP Computer Science A class, at the back of my mind, I am already thinking about how to program this question. During my breaks, I would go on a website called Project Euler and solve challenging mathematical computer programming problems. Last but not the least, the joy, the happiness, and the jubilation I get from finally getting the answer to the question is just something I can't describe in words; it's a feeling out of this world. To sum up my passion for coding, I chose these jobs as my dream job because this is something will not have to work for but instead this is something I live for."
"Hui Ting?""It means able and strong minded in Chinese.""That's too complicated. She should be named Carol, like Christmas carol. She should have an American name. I'll call her Carol instead," my new "American" neighbor told my mother. I was two months old and already facing an identity crisis.My neighbor's dialogue foreshadowed how I'd grow up-denying my roots to embrace "American" culture. I grew up in -------------, a neighborhood predominantly made up of native-born Italian Americans. My family was the first Asian-American family living on our block, a small roundabout lined with connected, brick red homes. My elementary school reflected the racial demographics of my neighborhood. There weren't many people that looked like me-straight black hair, eyes resembling soot, yellow-undertoned skin. There were even fewer people who had a name like mine-funny and hard to pronounce. I knew I was different from the others, and it probably contributed to my shyness in school. But more importantly, it was what incited my feelings of resentment for the cause of why I stood out from my peers: my Chinese heritage. Upon realizing this, I began straying away from Chinese cultural values and traditions. I stopped going to the Buddhist temple with my family the morning of Chinese New Year. I spoke English to my non-fluent parents when we weren't home. All because I was afraid of letting others know I had a side to me that wasn't "American". I decided to legally change my name to "Carol Lin" the summer before sixth grade. I wanted to begin middle school free of the ridicule and frustration from having a name that was never understood or pronounced correctly. My mother granted my wishes, but felt a sense of betrayal that I didn't recognize until later. Changing my name symbolized losing an official part of my identity: the Chinese one given to hopefully pass on the qualities that it meant-able and strong minded. I realized I wasn't either of those characteristics. I hid from my background in fear of being different from those around me, and pretended to be someone that I wasn't. My parents sacrificed their comfort to come to an unfamiliar new territory in the hopes of giving their child a more prosperous future, not knowing that she would deny her roots for most of her adolescence. I have only begun taking those roots back-taking Chinese lessons, learning about my culture back home, visiting the temples again. The desire to abandon the culture my parents were so proud of began diminishing. Being American encompasses the quality of identifying with a place one is truly from. Without my cultural identity, I would have no traditions or ways of living that were my own, that defined who I was. Four years ago, I went through the process of changing my name again, this time placing my birth-given name in the middle. I am now Carol Hui-Ting Lin, an American born Chinese.	"Hui Ting?"" It means able and strong-minded in Chinese."" That's too complicated. She should be named Carol, like Christmas carol. She should have an American name. I'll call her Carol instead," my new "American" neighbor told my mother. I was two months old and already facing an identity crisis. My neighbor's dialogue foreshadowed how I'd grow up-denying my roots to embrace "American" culture. I grew up in -------------, a neighborhood predominantly made up of native-born Italian Americans. My family was the first Asian-American family living on our block, a small roundabout lined with connected, brick-red homes. My elementary school reflected the racial demographics of my neighborhood. There weren't many people that looked like me-straight black hair, eyes resembling soot, yellow-undertoned skin. There were even fewer people who had a name like mine-funny and hard to pronounce. I knew I was different from the others, and it probably contributed to my shyness in school. But more importantly, it was what incited my feelings of resentment for the cause of why I stood out from my peers: my Chinese heritage. Upon realizing this, I began straying away from Chinese cultural values and traditions. I stopped going to the Buddhist temple with my family the morning of Chinese New Year. I spoke English to my non-fluent parents when we weren't home. All because I was afraid of letting others know I had a side to me that wasn't "American". I decided to legally change my name to "Carol Lin" the summer before sixth grade. I wanted to begin middle school free of the ridicule and frustration from having a name that was never understood or pronounced correctly. My mother granted my wishes, but felt a sense of betrayal that I didn't recognize until later. Changing my name symbolized losing an official part of my identity: the Chinese one given to hopefully pass on the qualities that it meant-able and strong-minded. I realized I wasn't either of those characteristics. I hid from my background in fear of being different from those around me, and pretended to be someone that I wasn't. My parents sacrificed their comfort to come to an unfamiliar new territory in the hopes of giving their child a more prosperous future, not knowing that she would deny her roots for most of her adolescence. I have only begun taking those roots back-taking Chinese lessons, learning about my culture back home, visiting the temples again. The desire to abandon the culture my parents were so proud of began diminishing. Being American encompasses the quality of identifying with a place one is truly from. Without my cultural identity, I would have no traditions or ways of living that were my own, that defined who I was. Four years ago, I went through the process of changing my name again, this time placing my birth-given name in the middle. I am now Carol Hui-Ting Lin, an American-born Chinese.
"When you're picking out a career, I want you to select a career that you love going to every morning; one that you don't dread going to as you wake up." These wise words were told to me by my father while we were waiting for the stoplight to change. From that moment on, I have bowed to do just that. But, I have also applied that philosophy to other aspects of my life. If I don't enjoy what I am doing, then I don't see the point in staying in that position. I want to do things that make me happy and also challenge me. I have transferred many times because of not feeling like I'm fulfilling my goals. I transferred from one college to another because I didn't get into FIT the first time I applied and my backup school just didn't inspire me. I have attended other schools but none made me feel the way FIT made me feel when I visited the campus; blissful. Along the way, my grades have faltered and so has my happiness. Education is very important and it would make sense for me to go to a school that I feel welcomed in and inspired to get great grades in. After analyzing my predicament and also trying to "tough it out", I thought to myself "Am I going to spend the rest of my college career yearning for it to end?" So I decided that the time is now and my happiness and my needs are first priority. This emotional growth makes me a perfect candiatete for FIT. I now feel as though my opinion matters the most above the opinions of others and that if I want to succeed the only thing stopping me is myself. My perseverance is a quality that I am most proud of. It has taken me this far and it has allowed to grow and develop a broader sense of independence. It has also led me to a school that makes a bit terrified because my goals are that big. The major that I'm interested in Fashion Business Management. At first, I picked this major because it meant that I could be a buyer after I graduated. I soon realized that the major yields many different career paths and this also makes it a great incentive in our rapidly evolving world. I would really like to become a buyer for a clothing company that's focused on producing ethical garments and a company that's focused on environmental issues and outsourcing artisans from impoverished countries. I believe that a school that is recognized worldwide for this major, would provide me with the tools needed to excel in my career and to reach my goals. I remember when I realized how fun putting together outfits was. I must have been a freshman in high school when I started to develop an interest in fashion. My mom was the one who dressed me when I was younger and I liked to go shopping with her for her input. Then I started to mature and my tastes changed. I then started looking online and in magazines for ideas on how to dress and along the way I discovered American Eagle and H&M. I found the clothes appealing and what I deemed fashionable. As I grew older, I started to wonder how they could sell their clothing items at such affordable prices. After researching the companies, I realized that they manufactured their products overseas with not so fair practices. I felt the need to give my money to companies that had better manufacturing practices. Thus, I became interested in ethical companies because I value their philosophy of producing quality items while also treating the environment and their factory workers with respect. A degree in fashion business management will allow me to seek opportunities with companies like Matt and Nat or Toms. I don't doubt for a second that the path will be treacherous but it will be rewarding attending FIT, a school that will challenge me and fulfill my wishes.	"When you're picking out a career, I want you to select a career that you love going to every morning; one that you don't dread going to as you wake up." These wise words were told to me by my father while we were waiting for the stoplight to change. From that moment on, I have bowed to do just that. But, I have also applied that philosophy to other aspects of my life. If I don't enjoy what I am doing, then I don't see the point in staying in that position. I want to do things that make me happy and also challenge me. I have transferred many times because of not feeling like I'm fulfilling my goals. Furthermore, I transferred from one college to another because I didn't get into FIT the first time I applied, and my backup school just didn't inspire me. Furthermore, I have attended other schools, but none made me feel the way FIT made me feel when I visited the campus; blissful. Along the way, my grades have faltered and so has my happiness. Education is very important, and it would make sense for me to go to a school that I feel welcomed in and inspired to get great grades in. After analyzing my predicament and also trying to "tough it out", I thought to myself "Am I going to spend the rest of my college career yearning for it to end?" So I decided that the time is now and my happiness and my needs are first priority. This emotional growth makes me a perfect candidate for FIT. I now feel as though my opinion matters the most above the opinions of others and that if I want to succeed the only thing stopping me is myself. My perseverance is a quality that I am most proud of. It has taken me this far, and it has allowed to grow and develop a broader sense of independence. It has also led me to a school that makes a bit terrified because my goals are that big. The major that I'm interested in Fashion Business Management. At first, I picked this major because it meant that I could be a buyer after I graduated. I soon realized that the major yields many career paths and this also makes it a great incentive in our rapidly evolving world. I would really like to become a buyer for a clothing company that's focused on producing ethical garments and a company that's focused on environmental issues and outsourcing artisans from impoverished countries. Furthermore, I believe that a school that is recognized worldwide for this major, would provide me with the tools needed to excel in my career and to reach my goals. Furthermore, I remember when I realized how fun putting together outfits was. Furthermore, I must have been a freshman in high school when I started to develop an interest in fashion. My mom was the one who dressed me when I was younger, and I liked to go shopping with her for her input. Then I started to mature and my tastes changed. I then started looking online and in magazines for ideas on how to dress and along the way I discovered American Eagle and Camp;M. I found the clothes appealing and what I deemed fashionable. As I grew older, I started to wonder how they could sell their clothing items at such affordable prices. After researching the companies, I realized that they manufactured their products overseas with not so fair practices. I felt the need to give my money to companies that had better manufacturing practices. Thus, I became interested in ethical companies because I value their philosophy of producing quality items while also treating the environment and their factory workers with respect. A degree in fashion business management will allow me to seek opportunities with companies like Matt and Nat or Toms. I don't doubt for a second that the path will be treacherous, but it will be rewarding attending FIT, a school that will challenge me and fulfill my wishes.
Tips to consider: Leadership can be demonstrated by positions you hold as an officer in a club or organization, but other types of leadership are important too. Leaders can emerge in various situations at any given time, including outside of the school experience. Please share a brief description of the type of leadership qualities you possess, from school and non-school related experiences, including demonstrations of leadership in your job, your community, or within your family responsibilities, and then share how you hope to demonstrate leadership as a member of our campus community. In my four years of high school I learned that having a title attached to a position does not define a leader. It has become apparent that being a leader is about setting the bar for others including yourself; carrying out actions that elevate your friends, peers, or even complete strangers. For myself leadership has come in the form of helping my peers in miscellaneous classes to incorporating my best friend into launching my sneaker business. Although these forms of leadership are important to me, the start of my schools robotics club has been taught me thoroughly the gravity of leadership. I always connected with everything engineering and this translated to co-founding our schools first robotics club during my sophomore year with, Chris, a friend of mine. It took months to gather funding, resources, and assemble the club, but eventually everything fell into place. One thing was missing though, not a single girl was part of our team, we had no diversity. One of my goals in starting this club was to bring together as many people that shared the same interest in engineering as I did, and clearly this goal had not been met. This didn't stop us though; we discussed this dilemma with our engineering teacher who was able to convince a group of girls from her class to join. To this day or our robotics club has grown exponentially and has been something I've been extremely proud of. In less than 8 months I hope to be able to carry out the same role I played in my robotics club at UT. On campus to classes a goal of mine will be to play an instrumental part in bringing fellow classmates together in anyway possible.	Tips to consider: Leadership can be demonstrated by positions you hold as an officer in a club or organization, but other types of leadership are important too. Leaders can emerge in various situations at any given time, including outside the school experience. Please share a brief description of the type of leadership qualities you possess, from school and non-school related experiences, including demonstrations of leadership in your job, your community, or within your family responsibilities, and then share how you hope to demonstrate leadership as a member of our campus community. In my four years of high school I learned that having a title attached to a position does not define a leader. It has become apparent that being a leader is about setting the bar for others including yourself; carrying out actions that elevate your friends, peers, or even complete strangers. For myself leadership has come in the form of helping my peers in miscellaneous classes to incorporating my best friend into launching my sneaker business. Although these forms of leadership are important to me, the start of my schools' robotics club has been taught me thoroughly the gravity of leadership. I always connected with everything engineering and this translated to co-founding our schools first robotics club during my sophomore year with, Chris, a friend of mine. It took months to gather funding, resources, and assemble the club, but eventually everything fell into place. One thing was missing though, not a single girl was part of our team, we had no diversity. One of my goals in starting this club was to bring together as many people that shared the same interest in engineering as I did, and clearly this goal had not been met. This didn't stop us though; we discussed this dilemma with our engineering teacher who was able to convince a group of girls from her class to join. To this day or our robotics club has grown exponentially and has been something I've been extremely proud of. In less than 8 months I hope to be able to carry out the same role I played in my robotics club at UT. On campus to classes a goal of mine will be to play an instrumental part in bringing classmates together in any way possible.
USC Annenberg essay Innovations in communications are continuously redefining society's interactions. After enrolling in IB Language and Literature course junior year, I developed an interest for the field of communications. As my perception of the world slowly changes, I shifted from taking social media for granted to cogitating the agenda behind every ad billboard, campaign, and poster. At USC Annenberg, I believe my fascination for communications could flourish to its full potential. I plan to major in Communications, B.A., in which the degree would prepare me for the competitive field of digital media and marketing. Moreover, USC is also a central hub for job opportunities. As much as I am attracted to vibrant LA culture, I am equally drawn to USC for its extensive internship connections with media companies: Mashable, Collab, and BuzzFeed to name a few. I am also interested in professional researches within USC like the Center for Digital Future, a perfect platform for me to collaborate with others on the study of communication technology and mass media impact on society. Annenberg could also offer me with study-abroad opportunities to places like Sydney or Shanghai. By examining communications from a different culture and perspective, I could gain new insights on the field. Hence, I also plan to pursue International Studies major and expand my scope of application to a global scale. Finally, with my previous experience as a yearbook editor, I hope to broadcast my passion for journalism and become a part of the phenomenal Annenberg TV News team.	USC Vandenberg essay Innovations in communications are continuously redefining society's interactions. After enrolling in IB Language and Literature course junior year, I developed an interest for the field of communications. As my perception of the world slowly changes, I shifted from taking social media for granted to cogitating the agenda behind every ad billboard, campaign, and poster. At USC Vandenberg, I believe my fascination for communications could flourish to its full potential. I plan to major in Communications, B.A., in which the degree would prepare me for the competitive field of digital media and marketing. Moreover, USC is also a central hub for job opportunities. As much as I am attracted to vibrant LA culture, I am equally drawn to USC for its extensive internship connections with media companies: Mashable, Collab, and BuzzFeed to name a few. I am also interested in professional researches within USC like the Center for Digital Future, a perfect platform for me to collaborate with others on the study of communication technology and mass media impact on society. Vandenberg could also offer me with study-abroad opportunities to places like Sydney or Shanghai. By examining communications from a different culture and perspective, I could gain new insights on the field. Hence, I also plan to pursue International Studies major and expand my scope of application to a global scale. Finally, with my previous experience as a yearbook editor, I hope to broadcast my passion for journalism and become a part of the phenomenal Vandenberg TV News team.
Everybody has a passion, during my high school years I always try to find my own. Back to the orientation day in high school, there was an event where all of the extracurricular had a chance to show what they could do. Everybody seemed to enjoy what they were doing, and they did it joyfully. At that moment I realized that doing what we love is an essential thing for people to consider regarding their life. From all of the performances, the dance club is the one that intrigued me the most. So I gave it a try and joined the club. Joining the club helped me discovered my passion for art. The process of finding it was not an easy journey. There were a lot of tasks that I had to accomplish that I found it very difficult at that time, but because I was aware of what I want so I pushed off all the pressure and worked harder. I felt some positive changes in myself from then; I became more optimistic and aware of hardworking. Not just striving for myself, I also had to work with my team. I had been working with them for almost three years. They trust my positivity and competence to work with theirs, and it brings out some best results to our team. I have achieved up to 30 awards with them. Moreover, I could also balance my academic terms. I steadily keep my scores in the top ten of the class. I am from Indonesia, and I did not use English as the first language so please help me by commentingediting my essayThank you :)	Everybody has a passion, during my high school years I always try to find my own. Back to the orientation day in high school, there was an event where all the extracurricular had a chance to show what they could do. Everybody seemed to enjoy what they were doing, and they did it joyfully. At that moment I realized that doing what we love is an essential thing for people to consider regarding their life. From all the performances, the dance club is the one that intrigued me the most. So I gave it a try and joined the club. Joining the club helped me discovered my passion for art. The process of finding it was not an easy journey. There were a lot of tasks that I had to accomplish that I found it very difficult at that time, but because I was aware of what I want, so I pushed off all the pressure and worked harder. I felt some positive changes in myself from then; I became more optimistic and aware of hardworking. Not just striving for myself, I also had to work with my team. I had been working with them for almost three years. They trust my positivity and competence to work with theirs, and it brings out some best results to our team. I have achieved up to 30 awards with them. Moreover, I could also balance my academic terms. I steadily keep my scores in the top ten of the class. I am from Indonesia, and I did not use English as the first language, so please help me by commenting editing my essayThank you :)
When I decided to become a member of the Model United Nations, I didn't know what to expect nor had any experience. However, while listening to our advisor saying "you have eight minutes to write a speech and share it with the class", feeling completely excited, I knew I took the right decision. Through my period as a delegate, I obtained a vast amount of knowledge about many global and diplomatic situations. I learned from several countries´ policies in order to represent them and most importantly, the role of dialogues on solving disputes and defining the future of a nation. I had to demonstrate outstanding communication and leadership skills, persuasive debating speeches and an adequate knowledge of the topic in discussion to convince other delegates and the committee chair about my ideas, while overcoming my fear of public speaking. Although I experienced many failures and insecurities. My excitement and passion never faded away and kept me going during this great experience that allowed me to live some of the most overwhelming and yet amazing moments. Another activity of importance for me started when I was invited to be part of the organization team of the Christmas party made each year for the children of the orphanage "Casa Hogar San Antonio". We began recollecting donations in the form of clothes, books and toys and planning some activities for entertainment. I put into practice my leadership and set my goal to make everything a success. When the day arrived it all went as a rush - from putting balloons all over the place to choosing the right music. I collaborated in anything that required my help. Serving drinks and food, playing with the kids, painting nails and faces, dancing and laughing. It wasn´t easy to take care of over twenty children, however, I learned that with a positive attitude and motivation we could make anything work and give those kids a memorable Christmas. At that special moment, there was no such thing as unfortunate and privilege people. For a moment, we were just a huge family celebrating Christmas and that´s what mattered. -----------------------English in not my first language so if you could help me with my grammar I would really appreciate it. Thank you in advance.	When I decided to become a member of the Model United Nations, I didn't know what to expect nor had any experience. However, while listening to our advisor saying "you have eight minutes to write a speech and share it with the class", feeling completely excited, I knew I took the right decision. Through my period as a delegate, I obtained a vast amount of knowledge about many global and diplomatic situations. I learned from several countries´ policies in order to represent them and most importantly, the role of dialogues on solving disputes and defining the future of a nation. I had to demonstrate outstanding communication and leadership skills, persuasive debating speeches and an adequate knowledge of the topic in discussion to convince other delegates and the committee chair about my ideas, while overcoming my fear of public speaking. Although I experienced many failures and insecurities. My excitement and passion never faded away and kept me going during this great experience that allowed me to live some of the most overwhelming and yet amazing moments. Another activity of importance for me started when I was invited to be part of the organization team of the Christmas party made each year for the children of the orphanage "Casey Hagar San Antonio". We began recollecting donations in the form of clothes, books and toys and planning some activities for entertainment. I put into practice my leadership and set my goal to make everything a success. When the day arrived it all went as a rush - from putting balloons all over the place to choosing the right music. I collaborated in anything that required my help. Serving drinks and food, playing with the kids, painting nails and faces, dancing and laughing. It wasn't easy to take care of over twenty children, however, I learned that with a positive attitude and motivation we could make anything work and give those kids a memorable Christmas. At that special moment, there was no such thing as unfortunate and privilege people. For a moment, we were just a huge family celebrating Christmas and that's what mattered. -----------------------English in not my first language so if you could help me with my grammar I would really appreciate it. Thank you in advance.
I have a deep desire to help others, and I am happiest when my actions bring joy to those around me. After learning the shocking rates of senior depression and increasing numbers of elderly abuse cases, I wanted to give seniors in my community a reason to smile. I am proud to create Cards for Humanity, a project dedicated to giving handmade Christmas Cards to seniors in care homes. Small acts of kindness can make a big change, and I want each senior to experience a truly merry Christmas. Whether it be establishing a Model UN conference to ensure accessibility for all students or hosting job fairs as part of Charity Brighouse - I take pride in giving opportunities to others. As a Junior Instructor for Geering Up, I gave gifted and physically disabled students an opportunity to to pursue their interests in science, technology, engineering, and math. I ensured that every student felt safe and comfortable, and I worked with other Junior Instructors to create inclusive, engaging activities. Everyone has the ability to change someone's life, and I realized this as a Reading Buddy at the public library. As a new immigrant from China, my student struggled to make friends. Together, we worked on improving her English and on building her self-esteem. As she left the library after our last tutoring session, I was filled with unspeakable pride knowing that I had given her both the opportunity to in a new country and the confidence to make a friend.	I have a deep desire to help others, and I am happiest when my actions bring joy to those around me. After learning the shocking rates of senior depression and increasing numbers of elderly abuse cases, I wanted to give seniors in my community a reason to smile. I am proud to create Cards for Humanity, a project dedicated to giving handmade Christmas Cards to seniors in care homes. Small acts of kindness can make a big change, and I want each senior to experience a truly merry Christmas. Whether it be establishing a Model UN conference to ensure accessibility for all students or hosting job fairs as part of Charity Brig house - I take pride in giving opportunities to others. As a Junior Instructor for Gearing Up, I gave gifted and physically disabled students an opportunity to pursue their interests in science, technology, engineering, and math. I ensured that every student felt safe and comfortable, and I worked with other Junior Instructors to create inclusive, engaging activities. Everyone has the ability to change someone's life, and I realized this as a Reading Buddy at the public library. As a new immigrant from China, my student struggled to make friends. Together, we worked on improving her English and on building her self-esteem. As she left the library after our last tutoring session, I was filled with unspeakable pride knowing that I had given her both the opportunity to in a new country and the confidence to make a friend.
As a kid, no one was ever home. My dad moved permanently to utah following a mid-life crisis, my sister whom was much older, left for college when I was seven, and my mom who hated being at home, worked a night job. After school, my mom would take me home, and immediately leave for work. For a long time, my average day consisted of eating frozen dinners, watching judge judy and playing online arcade games. That didn't bother me too much. What hurt the most that there was absolutely no one to talk to. This prevented me from developing healthy social skills. At school, I would say whatever I was thinking, regardless of how rude or sensitive. After offending nearly everyone in the sixth grade, and being ostracized for it, I started avoiding talking all together. I reasoned that I wouldn't be criticized if I simply didn't talk. My most significant challenge was overcoming social anxiety.	As a kid, no one was ever home. My dad moved permanently to Utah following a midlife crisis, my sister whom was much older, left for college when I was seven, and my mom who hated being at home, worked a night job. After school, my mom would take me home, and immediately leave for work. For a long time, my average day consisted of eating frozen dinners, watching judge Judy and playing online arcade games. That didn't bother me too much. What hurt the most that there was absolutely no one to talk to. This prevented me from developing healthy social skills. At school, I would say whatever I was thinking, regardless of how rude or sensitive. After offending nearly everyone in the sixth grade, and being ostracized for it, I started avoiding talking all together. I reasoned that I wouldn't be criticized if I simply didn't talk. My most significant challenge was overcoming social anxiety.
Being the only bisexual on my campus the tension between my peers has always been awkward, while they try to keep their composure it clear to see they're still unaccustomed to bisexuality. The tension between my peers and I has always been awkward. Males hold discontempt for my flamboyance and females dislike my masculinity. Without anyone to relate to and a community that only sees black and white feeling accepted is all I've aspired too. I want to join a community that works to end these indiscretions, a community that is more inclusive, a community like Columbia. It has been my aspiration to become a pioneer in Columbias Queer Alliance and indulge in a world of innovation. I look forward to joining peers in the GS Alliance and supporting LGBT+ members and becoming whatever we need for each other and joining the Proud Colors movement as we empower queer and trans students of color. Being an outcast in my community I have yet to understand what it means to be apart of a community that invites all forms of diversity. Columbia's prowess to encompass a diverse community and include various identities in its society has worked like a siren making me succumb to its enchanting influence. I'm filled with hope that I can become one a pioneer at Columbia and join countless others as we move toward what we value most, equality and inclusion.	Being the only bisexual on my campus the tension between my peers has always been awkward, while they try to keep their composure it clears to see they're still unaccustomed to bisexuality. The tension between my peers and I have always been awkward. Males hold discontempt for my flamboyance and females dislike my masculinity. Without anyone to relate to and a community that only sees black and white feeling accepted is all I've aspired too. I want to join a community that works to end these indiscretions, a community that is more inclusive, a community like Columbia. It has been my aspiration to become a pioneer in Columbia's Queer Alliance and indulge in a world of innovation. I look forward to joining peers in the GS Alliance and supporting LGBT+ members and becoming whatever we need for each other and joining the Proud Colors movement as we empower queer and trans students of color. Being an outcast in my community I have yet to understand what it means to be a part of a community that invites all forms of diversity. Columbia's prowess to encompass a diverse community and include various identities in its society has worked like a siren making me succumb to its enchanting influence. I'm filled with hope that I can become one a pioneer at Columbia and join countless others as we move toward what we value most, equality and inclusion.
For myself specifically my academic record does shed light how I am as a student. I took classes that I knew would facilitate me in what I'm passionate about, that being the plethora of engineering and computer science classes that gave me something exciting to look forward to on a day-to-day basis. These classes were something that I exceled at, not because they were on par with a study hall, but because I was completely in tune what was going on. The teachers along with the classes provided me with something that was truly exiting no matter what I was learning and at the same time undoubtedly introduced me into the field of engineering. Overall grades are important, but I've realized that they are not a concluding factor in how the rest of a student's life will unfold; instead the journey that the student took in receiving his or her grade is what's most important. Junior year is still a reminder of this for me. I continued taking all the AP courses that were available including Physics. Going into the class I thought it would be an easy A just as Chemistry and Biology were, but before I knew it my grade started to slip. I was stressed out and dazed at the fact that this class was as difficult as it was, leaving me with two options, drop or adapt. I went with my gut and stuck it through knowing that I would have to change my entire façade to get make it through this class. I acclimated my study habits to match the rigor of the class and took advantage of all the tools necessary to make this happen; going to after and before school tutorials, meeting with my teacher constantly, and repeatedly going over arduous material bolstered my grade from a C to a high B. These instances have proved to me that the singular grade I received after each semester doesn't represent me as well as the work I put into each grade.	For myself specifically my academic record does shed light how I am as a student. I took classes that I knew would facilitate me in what I'm passionate about, that being the plethora of engineering and computer science classes that gave me something exciting to look forward to on a day-to-day basis. These classes were something that I excelled at, not because they were on par with a study hall, but because I was completely in tune what was going on. The teachers along with the classes provided me with something that was truly exiting no matter what I was learning and at the same time undoubtedly introduced me into the field of engineering. Overall grades are important, but I've realized that they are not a concluding factor in how the rest of a student's life will unfold; instead the journey that the student took in receiving his or her grade is what's most important. Junior year is still a reminder of this for me. I continued taking all the AP courses that were available including Physics. Going into the class I thought it would be an easy A just as Chemistry and Biology were, but before I knew it my grade started to slip. I was stressed out and dazed at the fact that this class was as difficult as it was, leaving me with two options, drop or adapt. I went with my gut and stuck it through knowing that I would have to change my entire façade to get make it through this class. Furthermore, I acclimated my study habits to match the rigor of the class and took advantage of all the tools necessary to make this happen; going to after and before school tutorials, meeting with my teacher constantly, and repeatedly going over arduous material bolstered my grade from a C to a high B. These instances have proved to me that the singular grade I received after each semester doesn't represent me as well as the work I put into each grade.
First of all I would like to thank to George brown college for accepted the offer that I ask.I am FUAD SHEMSU SABIR and I would like to ask if the Canada embassy will help me to achieve my goals. I am particularly interested in furthering my knowledge in science and art. Since I was little, I had intense fascination with science and art, and desire to explore them. Then after I grow up I learn a little bit more. After a successful completion of high school with excellent performance, I am now ready to pursue my dream of earning a degree in this field. And now I hope I got opportunity to explore more thoroughly in this field. I now intend to study overseas which I have been dreaming for a very long time. So I research on good university outside my home country which would suit my aspiration and study goals. I'm confident that George brown university is the right place for me to earn that knowledge and exposure to make my dream a reality. That's why I would like to join the university of George brown one of the top university in the world having an outstanding reputation and ranking in global standards. My long term goal is to become professional in my country and work towards its development. Thank you sincerely27112017	First I would like to thanks to George brown college for accepted the offer that I ask. I am FUND SHE MSU SABER and would like to ask if the Canada embassy will help me to achieve my goals. I am particularly interested in furthering my knowledge in science and art. Since I was little, I had intense fascination with science and art, and desire to explore them. Then after I grow up I learn a little more. After a successful completion of high school with excellent performance, I am now ready to pursue my dream of earning a degree in this field. And now I hope I got opportunity to explore more thoroughly in this field. I now intend to study overseas which I have been dreaming for a very long time. So I research on good university outside my home country which would suit my aspiration and study goals. I'm confident that George Brown University is the right place for me to earn that knowledge and exposure to make my dream a reality. That's why I would like to join the university of George brown one of the top university in the world having an outstanding reputation and ranking in global standards. My long term goal is to become professional in my country and work towards its development. Thank you sincerely27112017
My choice of a dream career has always wavered from whatever I had set my interests on. When I was younger I wanted to be a master builder for Lego or a Nerf gun designer for Hasbro, but it wasn't until I took my first programing class that I realized I wanted to become a programmer. The first coarse sucked me into the world of code and showed me all of its possibilities, they seemed endless. I was able to implement the basic skills I learned in my extracurricular activities such as my robotics club and engineering competitions, only peaking my interest in code even more. Learning more about programing not only furthered my understanding of the language, but also how it encompasses our everyday life. From smartphones, to watches, to even our houses, technology will continue to develop faster than ever creating a need for better software and when it does I want to be there in the middle of it all. In the future I plan to streamline these technological advances with business opportunities, perhaps by improving on already sophisticated artificial intelligence to service advancing problems, make the community we live in more efficient, or shed light on obstacles that may be out of our own grasps. Time moves quickly, and technology becomes obsolete quicker than ever, leaving the chance of this whole career field to take a drastic change after my years of college are completed. The key to keeping up this ever-changing field of technology is to remain in the center of it all, keeping up with the thing that powers all technology, code.	My choice of a dream career has always wavered from whatever I had set my interests on. When I was younger I wanted to be a master builder for Lego or a Nerf gun designer for Hasbro, but it wasn't until I took my first programming class that I realized I wanted to become a programmer. The first coarse sucked me into the world of code and showed me all of its possibilities, they seemed endless. I was able to implement the basic skills I learned in my extracurricular activities such as my robotics club and engineering competitions, only piquing my interest in code even more. Learning more about programming not only furthered my understanding of the language, but also how it encompasses our everyday life. From smartphones, to watches, to even our houses, technology will continue to develop faster than ever creating a need for better software and when it do, I want to be there in the middle of it all. In the future I plan to streamline these technological advances with business opportunities, perhaps by improving on already sophisticated artificial intelligence to service advancing problems, make the community we live in more efficient, or shed light on obstacles that may be out of our own grasps. Time moves quickly, and technology becomes obsolete quicker than ever, leaving the chance of this whole career field to take a drastic change after my years of college are completed. The key to keeping up this ever-changing field of technology is to remain in the center of it all, keeping up with the thing that powers all technology, code.